Showing posts with label watercolors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watercolors. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Water's Edge
This watercolor on canvas is combined with machine and hand stitch, appliqué, beads, stones, and a variety of very textured yarn. It is a look at the little bit of marsh and sea we enjoy in a family trip to the coast of Georgia every spring.
The views of the canvas from the side are interesting, too. The trip starts at the edge of the wall and turns the corner to the front of the canvas . . .
then continues on the right side-- as if the water's edge was too lovely to leave:
Monday, September 3, 2012
More Stories from the Studio
I decided to make a post card to send to my sister. She and I do this, periodically. Hers are beautiful little gems, painted carefully, professional-looking, and engaging. Mine are usually abstract, worked in layer after layer of paint and pencil and ink, the sort that make you scratch your head and turn the card several directions before settling into what must be the proper view.
I tried something different this time. After laying down an autumn-flavored ground, I added some texture. Linen. Silk. Cotton organza. Even a piece of painted lace insertion. When I walked around the corner of a table, I saw my little hole punch— the one that makes teeney weeney little holes. The exact size I would need to push a needle and thread through . . . hmmm . . . And right beside that, the rubber stamps I've been carving the past few weeks. Oh, heart be still!
The results are thus:
The first, a silk butterfly Jill sent over, which I found I could iron onto the watercolor postcard successfully (bless the inventor of heat-set bonding chemicals). And the scraps of vintage linen that I'd dyed years ago matched the fall look of things. The cotton organza is on the right. I stamped over it, and the texture is lovely! (Note: After I photographed the original, downloaded the photos, then onto the blog, I went back and added some stitching . . . Sorry. It's editing at its most obsessive, keeping at it until there is nothing more to add or subtract . . .?)
Next, I decided to add more mystery to the composition. More things going on, more places for the eye to come to rest-- and, of course, the hole punch and the stitching on the left-side. And a bit more texture than the first card. Not sure if the leather blocks at top will make it through the postal service, though. This one may get some more "editing" to keep the leather in place before it leaves the studio.
New idea altogether: After the initial layer of color, this third card has some pieces of linen and cotton trapped under some very sheer silk organza that was bonded to the card. Most of the designing was stamped or drawn into that piece of silk. The silk takes the ink differently, barely mutes the back, and adds a gorgeous feel to the postcard.
Finally, a last fling with the color of falling leaves. There are so many layers of work here that I would need a couple of paragraphs to list them all. The most fun is to continue working the branches outward, upward, curving down from the cut-off point of the stamp . . . each tree is a little different from its neighbor that way. This is a little Mark Chagall-ish
The next morning, I wanted to use blue. Deep, rich, roll-around-in-it Blue. First is the one I decided my sister would most relate to, since she spent the Labor Day weekend on the beach. This is a view of tidewater pools as seen from above, but with the additional vantage point of a bright door standing upright (doors are always wonderful ways to enter into mysterious worlds). I used a texture medium meant for water-based colors, mixed some pastels with the paints, and began laying down layers of color. The door has been painted separately and glued on, then popped into a book press to smash the door cut-out into the paper card better.
Next is a more modest look at blue. More tree stamping, extending the branches, drawing and painting and stamping over a lacy Japanese tissue paper (is is called endru, perhaps?) . . .
I'm not sure which is my favorite, but the process was exhilarating. And the stories that could be told from the mysteries in the cards ... ooo, la la!
I tried something different this time. After laying down an autumn-flavored ground, I added some texture. Linen. Silk. Cotton organza. Even a piece of painted lace insertion. When I walked around the corner of a table, I saw my little hole punch— the one that makes teeney weeney little holes. The exact size I would need to push a needle and thread through . . . hmmm . . . And right beside that, the rubber stamps I've been carving the past few weeks. Oh, heart be still!
The results are thus:
The first, a silk butterfly Jill sent over, which I found I could iron onto the watercolor postcard successfully (bless the inventor of heat-set bonding chemicals). And the scraps of vintage linen that I'd dyed years ago matched the fall look of things. The cotton organza is on the right. I stamped over it, and the texture is lovely! (Note: After I photographed the original, downloaded the photos, then onto the blog, I went back and added some stitching . . . Sorry. It's editing at its most obsessive, keeping at it until there is nothing more to add or subtract . . .?)
Next, I decided to add more mystery to the composition. More things going on, more places for the eye to come to rest-- and, of course, the hole punch and the stitching on the left-side. And a bit more texture than the first card. Not sure if the leather blocks at top will make it through the postal service, though. This one may get some more "editing" to keep the leather in place before it leaves the studio.
New idea altogether: After the initial layer of color, this third card has some pieces of linen and cotton trapped under some very sheer silk organza that was bonded to the card. Most of the designing was stamped or drawn into that piece of silk. The silk takes the ink differently, barely mutes the back, and adds a gorgeous feel to the postcard.
Finally, a last fling with the color of falling leaves. There are so many layers of work here that I would need a couple of paragraphs to list them all. The most fun is to continue working the branches outward, upward, curving down from the cut-off point of the stamp . . . each tree is a little different from its neighbor that way. This is a little Mark Chagall-ish
The next morning, I wanted to use blue. Deep, rich, roll-around-in-it Blue. First is the one I decided my sister would most relate to, since she spent the Labor Day weekend on the beach. This is a view of tidewater pools as seen from above, but with the additional vantage point of a bright door standing upright (doors are always wonderful ways to enter into mysterious worlds). I used a texture medium meant for water-based colors, mixed some pastels with the paints, and began laying down layers of color. The door has been painted separately and glued on, then popped into a book press to smash the door cut-out into the paper card better.
Next is a more modest look at blue. More tree stamping, extending the branches, drawing and painting and stamping over a lacy Japanese tissue paper (is is called endru, perhaps?) . . .
I'm not sure which is my favorite, but the process was exhilarating. And the stories that could be told from the mysteries in the cards ... ooo, la la!
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Purposeless Play
Purposeless play -- this play is an affirmation of life -- not an attempt to bring order out of chaos nor to suggest improvement in creation. but simply a way of waking up to the very life we are living, which is so excellent once one gets one's mind and desires out of the way and lets it act of its own accord.
— John Cage
Purposeless Play, for John Cage, was a way of life. Do you know of him? He made his mark on American avante garde music of the 1960s, which is where I first knew of him, but he did not limit himself to a single medium. All of the creative world was his playground, and his lists of accomplishments is long and delightfully varied. He is someone you love or hate, no middle ground possible with him!
I like his idea of Purposeless Play. Today I will take you along with me on a trip to my studio, and we shall indulge in a little soul-improving, Purposeless Play. Bring your teacup or mug and Let us go then, you and I . . . (sorry, I have just finished reading The Weird Sisters, and while I do not eschew Shakespeare, I choose T.S. Eliot as my muse). Further, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit.
Ahem.
Watercolor play today. I used a tutorial by Carla Sonheim on her blog "Snowball Journals" to play at painting flowers. See this interesting process here. February 22, 2012 is the posting date.
Step one was to put blobs of paint on paper, Letting it dry completely. I used a long piece of landscape watercolor paper and a watercolor postcard (for my sister). Step two was to paint around the blobs with gesso, cutting back into the gesso with the pointed end of the paintbrush handle, making textured circles around the blobs of color. I am fascinated by the texture the gesso makes above the blobs of color.
After lunch and a shower, back to the Studio. Steps three forward involved drawing out the flowers and creating a background, both of which I did with pencil. Carla has a marvelous loose, flowing style, and I tend to over work and add little bits of color that mix at a distance. I could not resist pulling out colored pencils, dye pencils, and graphitint pencils as well as a bit of fine pen for this. These are my results:
All the time I was working, I had fabric and thread on my mind. I can't help it; I am hard wired to stitch! I have some ideas about using this "purposeless play" for stitching some loose, not-a-bit-like-reality flowers (I always think of those sorts of flowers as "Fantasy Flowers From A Far Planet"). Will check back in with results.
— John Cage
Purposeless Play, for John Cage, was a way of life. Do you know of him? He made his mark on American avante garde music of the 1960s, which is where I first knew of him, but he did not limit himself to a single medium. All of the creative world was his playground, and his lists of accomplishments is long and delightfully varied. He is someone you love or hate, no middle ground possible with him!
I like his idea of Purposeless Play. Today I will take you along with me on a trip to my studio, and we shall indulge in a little soul-improving, Purposeless Play. Bring your teacup or mug and Let us go then, you and I . . . (sorry, I have just finished reading The Weird Sisters, and while I do not eschew Shakespeare, I choose T.S. Eliot as my muse). Further, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit.
Ahem.
Watercolor play today. I used a tutorial by Carla Sonheim on her blog "Snowball Journals" to play at painting flowers. See this interesting process here. February 22, 2012 is the posting date.
Step one was to put blobs of paint on paper, Letting it dry completely. I used a long piece of landscape watercolor paper and a watercolor postcard (for my sister). Step two was to paint around the blobs with gesso, cutting back into the gesso with the pointed end of the paintbrush handle, making textured circles around the blobs of color. I am fascinated by the texture the gesso makes above the blobs of color.
Then, to the gym for Yoga Stretch exercise class while everything dried.
All the time I was working, I had fabric and thread on my mind. I can't help it; I am hard wired to stitch! I have some ideas about using this "purposeless play" for stitching some loose, not-a-bit-like-reality flowers (I always think of those sorts of flowers as "Fantasy Flowers From A Far Planet"). Will check back in with results.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Allergies on the Rise
9:00 a.m.:There has been too much crocheting going on in the studio (and the sunroom, where the sofa is so comfy). From my (silly) decision to crochet all of the wool out of the studio, there are two bags of finished work waiting to be wrapped for gift-giving during The Holidays. My body, however, systematically resists an over-dose of wool, and is now in full armor.
My first reaction was to wait until the weather changes and the autumn finally comes (which may not be until early December, at the rate of the temperatures here in the Atlanta area), but that could be a long, long time in coming. What to do with my hands, how to stay sane until then?
I was really feeling sorry for myself this morning when I read Diana Trout's blog, here, and suddenly realized she offered a solution to the wool /idle hands crisis: WATERCOLORS! I put them away two months ago when I embarked on the crocheting safari, but today is to be one of perestroika! The blue box of paints and clutch of brushes will make there appearance on the drafting table.
She has a lovely plastic pallet for mixing and storing, which is more organized than my usual habit of using a ceramic plate. Hmmm . . . . I wonder if watercolors will work on fabric that has been soaked in bubble jet solution?
Time to move out to the laboratory.
More to come!
Note: 6:50 p.m.: All the while I was painting, mixing blues that drew me into the most enchanting oceans, or greens from grass too lush to dream of cutting— well, all that time, I was thinking about fabric for quilting. Maybe the watercolors were the path to something else?
Thank you, Diana. I have several pages of background for my sketchbook, and a postcard with a purple sun and yellow sky. Not a bad day!
Oh, and my sinuses are improved.
My first reaction was to wait until the weather changes and the autumn finally comes (which may not be until early December, at the rate of the temperatures here in the Atlanta area), but that could be a long, long time in coming. What to do with my hands, how to stay sane until then?
I was really feeling sorry for myself this morning when I read Diana Trout's blog, here, and suddenly realized she offered a solution to the wool /idle hands crisis: WATERCOLORS! I put them away two months ago when I embarked on the crocheting safari, but today is to be one of perestroika! The blue box of paints and clutch of brushes will make there appearance on the drafting table.
She has a lovely plastic pallet for mixing and storing, which is more organized than my usual habit of using a ceramic plate. Hmmm . . . . I wonder if watercolors will work on fabric that has been soaked in bubble jet solution?
Time to move out to the laboratory.
More to come!
Note: 6:50 p.m.: All the while I was painting, mixing blues that drew me into the most enchanting oceans, or greens from grass too lush to dream of cutting— well, all that time, I was thinking about fabric for quilting. Maybe the watercolors were the path to something else?
Thank you, Diana. I have several pages of background for my sketchbook, and a postcard with a purple sun and yellow sky. Not a bad day!
Oh, and my sinuses are improved.
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