Below is today's gold and essentially it is finished. Just one thing to fix. I have at least five more with leaf theme to be made into wall hangings. Artistically I love them dearly and will try to quilt them beautifully. Things do happen and I long for the quilting foot for my machine. That is planned for this weekend. Meanwhile stitching in the ditch is a calling for me personally.
Today has been life giving. Saving me from doldrums and unwanted rest. Part of me regrets not taking Sabbath more seriously, but I keen to my sorrows more when my hands are not busy. Television does not hold the same enamor for me anymore. I try, but I always bring something to do rather than letting my self be entertained. Part of me so desperately wants to participants, but I feel out of the video game era long ago. Technology has moved beyond me and it is so much so apparent some days that I have a desire to call the elder care homes, just to feel in somewhat similar company. Gram told me once she has no need for an email address. I understood and mourned a little just to realize the phone works just fine. Below is today's gold and essentially it is finished. Just one thing to fix. I have at least five more with leaf theme to be made into wall hangings. Artistically I love them dearly and will try to quilt them beautifully. Things do happen and I long for the quilting foot for my machine. That is planned for this weekend. Meanwhile stitching in the ditch is a calling for me personally. First things first they are unfinished. Close though. Usually I never see the worth till the photograph. This time I saw it and was jittering and jiving loudly to the beat of my own heart.However after the photograph, something was lost in translation. Better chance when I shoot the series outside. Next, Coloring in layers to ensue in Indian Red or some fundamental primary to scout out form. The neighbor wanted to see and thus and so with a little magic from the camera and computer... here we are. Not much to say today, worked on more paquettes though. They'll be dry on the morrow. Enjoying the rain and conversation. Today my overall game is off, resting though. Hoping to feel myself soon. Enjoy. I've been tinkering. Something came to mind the night before last, I pulled my resources and went to work. The result is below. They are drying after a thin application of acrylic paint. I have eight more to go. The intention was to go into the current collage series I am working on. Upgrading to assemblage. I wonder if they'll fit under glass. Which is the look I want. Still there is that chance. I may be coating with matter medium. It has been 24 hours for drying time outside and they look better than I could have hoped. I'll show you when they are put into a piece. The other regard is the substrate is thinner than the Luanne plywood. Still I may go for it and a rag mat to neat out the larger areas. I think this is a unit I will keep for other things.
Small hurrays and I am finished with the graphite run for twelve panels. Nice though that I had a breakthrough on the last two. This one was the last. I changed my approach to suit the ground and I come up with an art brut anchor for the collage. I can't help but imagine a larger piece with similar marking and development. I had started to collect drawings from children and teenagers, but lost what I had. I have not had the opportunity to run a crafts session in a long time. But you can be sure that all the little drawing I come across on the ground and left in books will find a home. I'll pursue the technique all the way into painting. As ever, back to Kandinsky for grounding. Reminds me of the lead in the See/Me art competition. Though the marks are made in color. I wonder if she has a philosophy. I do not want to copy, but find out where this vein can take one. Operating in ignorance can be a problem, an unrevealed weakness even. I try in spurts and fits to keep abreast of events and research where I may fit in the global scheme. Some days its hard and I give in to divisive entropy. I've got to connect with a local artist community. That is definitely on the list for 2013. I was on a high and echo regret for a moment. Looking back and not conforming to the daily rhythm of the marketplace. Why did I not stay the course. Obvious and painful answers come to mind. Yet this time I don't feel the daggers of why not like everyone else. A safer path. This one is more dangerous, varied, haggared and speaks more of poverty than that of the security of a marriage, hearth, home and job. I'm happy for those that have made a success at it and have mastered the practicality of the age. Still I'm a novice playing at rainbow and shadow more than staid practice. I envy them for being able to rise everyday at six or seven am and trek out to the destiny of the hour. I learn from their bits of conversation how to be dependable and respectable in a world that still seems cold for dreamers and bystanders. If that day comes and I am forgotten as such thing do happen these ways. I'll remember and be prepared for the skill set to change even then. I am thankful for what I have been given by each and every pair of hands come my way. Even the invisible ones. Thought you might wanna know where I'm at. I finished the center panel and sashed it in blue-violet bottom weight. The shots are before I noticed the error in construction. I corrected right after to make the shadow all fall the same direction. Three more borders: Arrow Tails, one black band, and the embroidery section. I have to give it a wash so it all pulls uniformly. Shrinky dinks that is. Then to quilt, bind and price for sale. Washed the backing I bought today from the fabric district. Hearts and simulated rickrack. Needless to say it is red. I've targeted five quilts to prep for sale and I'm more psyched than usual. I think cause the creative juices are flying along with the writing. I'm honing in on making it a children's play and trying to find fodder and feed in my journals and research for a second, if it is liked. Maybe I'll write it anyway and let the genre fall where it may. I'm planning on working later tonight to get thinks moving again. I just have to sit down and write. Not let the writer's procrastination get in the way. The outline is in my head and I understand it. The logistics between characters will come shortly. Its all part of the process and I'm fearful of the uncomfortability when lose word or get tired. Giving up and I haven't started. If I make it final through this, then The Medicine Wars will come easier, much easier. |
N.A. JonesVisual Artist; Independent Researcher; Librarian; Cook; Amateur Astronomer; Gardener - the hard way, Writer; Explorer Archives
November 2015
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