Monday, July 2, 2018

There's a first time for everything

Have you ever woken up on a lovely spring day, rejoiced in the great green beauty of all things fresh and new, taken a zillion photos to post on your blog, and then had zero follow-through?  Yes?  Me too.  More on that at a later date.  First I want to show you something I painted and then go slather my elbow in Neosporin - I've got a bug bite the size of a nickel.  It's amazing.  And itchy as hell.  Yesterday was so unbelievably hot and humid and sweaty I thought for sure the mosquitoes would slide right off before they could get any traction.  Alas.  At least one prevailed.

Anyway, I digress.  Here's what I did a week ago.  It started with a re-do:

That's an 18" square and since it was never finished in the first place I guess it's technically not a re-do.  I think it was going to be a big word painting that said JUST KEEP SWIMMING but I never made it past the background stage.  So on goes a crap ton of white with a big fat palette knife.

Here's the WIP stage:

I paint flat - not on an easel - balanced on jars of paint (which you can see in the first picture) and this canvas was a pain in the rear because it does not have a center brace on the back.  I like to pick up the canvas and hold it or turn it, and it's a miracle this one did not end up on the floor by accident.  (I did get a giant blob of white paint on my leg, tho, which I didn't notice until later - that's par for the course.)  I liked the way this was looking lying down but when I saw it upright -- no bueno.  After letting it percolate for a few days, out came the whitewash.  Sort of.  For someone who loves ALL THE COLORS, I certainly use a lot of white paint.

Now I like it.  And if you know me at all, this next sentence will come as a complete shock.  I USED A MATTE VARNISH!  That's right, no shiny shine.  This is the first ever time I've finished one of my acrylic paintings with a matte varnish.  Craziness.

On another note, I told myself I was going to write a poem every day in July.  The day's not over yet so today is still in the running, but here is the first one:

Watering the Hydrangeas

An unexpected loss
of nature's maple canopy
reunites the earth
with sun-filled sky,
and shade lovers drink with gratitude.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

In my Opinion

Yes, I have an opinion.  Normally I wouldn't share for fear of offending people with opposing views, but this time here it comes.  I think it's important to title your art.  And I don't mean something like "Abstract #47" - that's rubbish.  No offense to any artist who has a piece called "Abstract #47" of course, but what does that tell a buyer?  That you crank out your work one after the other after the other, and you don't care enough to put any thought into naming each piece?  That there are 46 other paintings that probably look just like this one?  Or - I've heard this a lot - you want the viewer/buyer to engage with the piece without any pre-conceived notions?  And you don't put hanging hardware on your abstract pieces because you want the buyer to be able to hang it the way they like best, right?  I won't flat out say that's lazy, even if it's what I'm thinking, but man - what a missed opportunity.

I am a firm believer that when you sell a piece of art you are also selling the story behind that piece.  People are interested.  They want to know how and they want to know why.  For example, the painting in my last post called "Shit Storm" has a whole long story behind why I chose that name, and it's interesting.  If I list it on Etsy I will put the story in the description.  The more information you give, the more ways a potential buyer has to connect with the piece.  You give them talking points they can share, which then helps even more people connect with your work, and with you.  Many years ago an artist we represented at Frame of Reference told us the blue splatters behind the heron in her painting were actually made when her cat dragged his tail through wet paint and accidentally flicked it across the painting.  It was a great story and a great talking point - people love those details.  Give them the story.

Here's another example - the reason for this whole post.  I've got a new alcohol ink piece curing right now and when I was custom mixing paint for the sides of the cradled board there was a moment when the yellowy gold color looked exactly like Dijon mustard.  I don't know this because I'm a mustard aficianado - I'm still trying to figure out how a bottle of the stuff got into my fridge - but that was the first thing that popped into my head and it stuck.  Hence, here is "Dijon Palm" -

HAHAHAHAHA!  Dijon Palm.  It's not much of a story, but it's a part of the piece.  FYI, I took these photos pre resin so I have no idea what it will look like in its finished state tomorrow.  The trunk of the tree started out a lovely shimmery copper and right now it's looking a little more green.  Unpredictability.  I am slowly learning not to get attached to anything until it is well and truly done but one thing's for sure - this piece will always be mustard to me....

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Mess Making

Have I shown you this one?  I shared it on Instagram a while back but I can't remember if I posted it here:

I call this little pile of nonsense "Shit Storm."  When I pulled it out to varnish today I realized it looks like a shrieking skull so maybe it would be good cover art for a death metal band album.

Anyway, we're here today to take a quick gander at my art "stations."  When y'all come over to see my alcohol ink Valentine you can see this in person, but here's my first art space:

That's a door lying flat on top of a smaller desk.  When I moved back to Vermont and created this space I was SO EXCITED about how much room I had.  Graduating from a small piece of a kitchen counter to an entire DOOR - well.  I was beside myself.  And now look at it.  I did zero cleaning and/or organizing before taking pictures so this truly is what it looks like right now.  Opposite the table is a set of shelves that holds most of my art supplies:

When I started doing fluid acrylic work I moved to a room that could handle some potential paint splatter.  Not that any of the carpet here is precious, I just felt fluid paint needed to be contained.  So that's what happens here:

Yes, it's a bathroom.  Built-in seating for one.  And yes, this bathroom has a foyer.  I cannot explain it.  The dresser holds my cradled panel supply and the box on the floor is where my vortex paintings come to life - the banding wheel is in there.

Pardon the photo bomber.  The only thing you can't see is the shower stall over in the corner and yes, of course there are paintings in the bathtub.  Of course there are.

The third art "station" is my alcohol ink table, which is out in the living room:

Yep, what a mess.  Organized chaos.  And here's where I have some resin curing right now:

And here's my dining room table:

I am surrounded, there is art everywhere.  Happy happy happy.  And, because I couldn't wait another minute, I lifted up that white lid and pulled the tape off the sides of the piece that's not quite cured yet.  One speck of dust will need to be sanded out but here's my Palm and Moon:

HA!  Yeessssssss.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Through the Trees

Okay, my interwebs friends, get a drink and settle in - this might be a long one.  We're going to talk about alcohol ink.

That's part of a To Do pile I'm working my way through.  What you see is a stack of cradled wood boards; as a size reference the top two are 4" x 4" and the bottom one is 8" x 10".  The sides have been painted to match the image on the front.  Here are the finished pieces I sent out in a Christmas box:

Those were my prototypes.  It's funny that I love this art form so much - I'm an instant gratification person, and these art blocks have a zillion steps and take forever to finish.  Hence that To Do pile.  Here's how it works:

The background for each piece is alcohol ink on Yupo paper.  I should run next door and take a picture of my AI work table but that would require some effort so it's not gonna happen.  Maybe tomorrow.  I should take pictures of each of my art "stations", they keep multiplying.  But I digress.  Yupo paper.  It's not actually paper, it's "100% recyclable, waterproof, tree-free synthetic paper".  Tree-free paper - that's good.  It's plastic.  Made from polypropylene, it's perfect for alcohol inks which work best on a non-porous surface.  Alcohol inks are dyes that are basically suspended in alcohol; when the alcohol evaporates it leaves translucent color behind.  Unlike water based inks, they are not re-activated if you get them wet but they ARE reactivated if you sprinkle them with alcohol.  Isopropyl alcohol, not vodka.  (Fun fact - Sharpies are alcohol based.  You can make homemade alcohol ink with Sharpies.)  In the picture above the circles were made by dropping a different color of ink onto the already inked Yupo - it pushes away the color beneath as it spreads out.  I loved those circles so much I put that image on my Christmas card.

After I have several sheets full of fun colors and patterns, I pick one I want to use as a background, then custom mix acrylics to paint the sides of the cradled board to match.  A lot of artists who use cradled boards leave the sides as raw wood but for me that's an unfinished look.  So I paint the sides, wait for them to dry, then "glue" the Yupo to the face of the board with gel medium.  This process involves a palette knife, a brayer (or a stainless steel water bottle for those of us who don't have a brayer) and a stack of heavy books plus 15 pounds of barbell plates to weight it down while it dries.  Yep, more drying time.  Then I pick another sheet of inked Yupo that works with the background and cut out my trees.  We're almost done, right?  Nope.  But we are done next door.

Now that we're over in my kitchen, I use a glue stick to adhere the tree pieces to the background and let that dry under a stack of cookbooks.  Then I tape the sides of the cradled board with painter's tape and prep for resin.

Now, another side note.  When I started my '78 Series the end product was supposed to have a resin finish but, as I mentioned in a previous post, it's a fiddly process that requires a level surface and a dust-free environment.  I have neither.  Good lighting also helps, and I don't have much of that either.  Two other things that up your chances of success are warm temps and low humidity.  I keep the thermostat set pretty low next door in the winter, hence our transition to my kitchen counter.

Here's why I love resin as a top coat:

Isn't that shine yummy?  It's a glass-like finish.  I use Art Resin, which is a two part epoxy resin that is non-toxic with no VOCs and not much of an odor.  Some epoxy products are HORRIBLY STINKY and very toxic (if there's a skull and crossbones on the label just walk away).  Art Resin also contains a UV stabilizer and HALS - hindered amine light stabilizer - to keep it from yellowing over time.  It's also food safe, just in case you want to lick it.

So back to the kitchen.  I start with parchment paper to protect my counter; cured resin peels right off the parchment but would become a permanent part of the counter itself, like the drip on my dining room floor that I constantly think is dog drool.  I mix the resin for three minutes, pour it on, clean up my tools, use a butane torch to pop the air bubbles that formed during the mixing process, then cover the piece so dust doesn't land on it.  You have about a 45 minute window of working time before the resin has cured to the point where it's too sticky to futz with.  During that time air bubbles will continue to appear out of nowhere and work their way to the surface of the resin.  It is imperative that you babysit the piece.  I check mine three or four (or five) times looking for bubbles before I finally walk away, and the downside to constantly checking is you create more opportunities for dust to land in the curing resin.  Hopefully, 24 hours later, you end up with something like this:

I LOVE this piece.  Good thing, too, since I can't sell it.  No matter how well you babysit your resin, shit still happens.

Yep, that's a dog hair.  And there's this piece:

Cool.  I love how the background looks like an abstract landscape.  But I don't love this:

See that?  Air bubbles.  Here's another one:

It has a pimple.  That piece was a total experiment - the background is tinfoil.  I use a jelly roll pan lined with tinfoil as my work surface and one day I loved the pattern left behind on the foil.  I didn't know if it would work - some interesting wrinkles happened in the gel medium step - so I cut my trees out of Yupo that was in the questionable pile.  Turns out it worked fine, except for the pimple.  Luckily I can fix the bubbles with a little light sanding and a second layer of resin, but the dog hair is right on the surface of the Yupo so it has to stay.

Here is the metallic pink Valentine that looks so much better in person:

Seriously, you just need to come to my house to see how glorious the color is.  And here's what else is on my dining room table right now:

There are four more that still need resin plus a funky new one curing in the kitchen.  And I haven't mentioned that there's still ANOTHER step before they are finished:  I put two coats of a matte varnish on the sides to protect the acrylic paint.  I  like the contrast between the super shiny resin and the matte finish of the varnish.  The downside is the varnish takes two weeks to fully cure.  It's dry to the touch in a day, but full cure time is two weeks.  So all in all, each piece takes a good 16 days from start to finish.  Not exactly instant gratification, eh?

Everything about this process has been a fascinating learning experience, from figuring out what tools make the coolest patterns in the alcohol ink, to which painter's tape is best for taping the sides (there is a difference - learned that the hard way) to seeing how some of the inks react with the resin.  That last one is a bit of a crap shoot, and you don't know if it will happen until after it does.  Like this one, which I photographed right next to the piece of Yupo I cut it from:

Crazy, right?  It reacted within ten minutes of me pouring on the resin.  I'm adding an additional step to my process pre-resin, which is actually two steps because it's two products that seal the ink and also add another layer of UV protection.  Will this keep all the ink from reacting with the resin?  Who knows, but it can't hurt - I wish I saved the rest of that purple Yupo so I could do a test.  Will it make a 16-day process into a 17-day process?  Why yes, yes it will.  Good thing I love this stuff.

Monday, January 22, 2018

Find Your Center

Hey look at that - two days in a row.  Five posts TOTAL for all of last year, and two so far this week.  I'm on a roll.  Mostly I'm here to point out that I did a little switcheroo with the info stuff over on the right side of this page.  I added a link to my Instagram and to my new website.  Woo hoo!  Did you know you can get a domain extension of .art?  I did, so I did.

I'm so fancy.  My website is going to be a place where I can create portfolios of different types of artwork.  It's for people who want to see purty pictures without having to weed through all the junk I write.  It does have a blog roll but I'm saving all the juicy stuff for here.  And all the non-juicy stuff, like this oddball:

Sorry for the crappy photo.  The painting is called Find Your Center.  Sometimes when I can't figure out what to paint I just pick a color and start.  I have no plan, I just start.  This canvas is 12" x 24" and it is loaded with texture.  I painted it over the course of about two weeks - adding color, waiting for it to dry, adding more color, making marks, covering up color, waiting for it to dry, making more marks.  Then one day it told me to stop.  I'm probably the only person who will like it but that's okay since I painted it for me.  Satisfied customer.

Anyway, I digress.  If you zippy-do over to my website you will see a portfolio called Through the Trees, and if we are friends on Facebook or you follow me on Instagram you will recognize this one:

Love love love.  More on this process to come, and wait until you see the piece I finished over the weekend.  I'm beside myself, it is so cool.  I will tell you all about it as soon as I attempt some Photoshop magic - the camera in my phone is pretty good but it doesn't register metallic hot pink.  And you REALLY need to see this metallic hot pink....

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Out with the Old

And here we are, hurtling through a new year already.  The year 2017 ended with my best good girl squished in the couch:

my best little freak sitting still for one minute:

and a pink Christmas tree:

The new year started with BUTT FREAKIN' COLD weather, but I don't want to talk about it.  It's over, it's done, we can pretend it never happened.  I'd like to say I can't wait for spring but that would fly in the face of my theme for 2018, which is:

More on that in a minute.  At the beginning of this month I scrolled back looking for the State of the Self that I wrote last year and discovered something interesting:  I wrote it TWO years ago.  What the what?!?  Where did last year go?  Time to revisit everything in that post, which you can find right here.  Remarkably, it is all still true.  With the exception of the work drama - that's old news.  And the Miracle Whip, which has been replaced by salsa.  But the rest -- all still true.  And that is a sad state of affairs.  Or, rather, a sad state of the self.

I have a fierce dislike of New Year's resolutions but in the interest of being a BOSS and TAKING CONTROL I was all set to resolution the shit out of this year.  Until I came to my senses and admitted that "shock and awe" was a clear path to failure, so I whittled my list down from ten major resolutions to five intentions.  What's the difference, you ask?  I wasn't sure - it just sounded right.  It felt better.  And turns out, after a quick Google search, I'm not the only one who thinks so.  A search for "resolution vs intention" turned up a crap ton of results and to save myself the trouble of explaining it in my own words, I have borrowed from the September 4, 2017 blog of Matthew Trinetti:

Whereas a resolution is "a firm decision to do or not to do something," an intention is a gentle reminder to get back on track.

Where goals focus on achievement and doing, intentions promote a state of being.

That's EXACTLY what I want to do and today - on the 21st day of the month - I can honestly say I'm killin' the game.  My overall theme, or intention, for the year is to Be Present and I mean that in two ways.  First, I want to spend less time in a state of anticipation - essentially wishing my life away.  Appreciate and celebrate moments, events, achievements as they happen instead of immediately pushing them to the side in anticipation of the next one.  Example:  constantly thinking I can't wait for spring takes me out of the present, which minimizes a lot of great moments.  My dogs love playing in the snow and yesterday Roxie threw herself into the snowbank and slid down the other side on her back.  It was hilarious to watch.  The other night it looked like someone had sprinkled glitter on my lawn - the snow was actually sparkling.  And a few nights before that it was so cold the sky was ridiculously clear and you could see forever.  There's no better way to sweep the cobwebs from your mind than to breathe deeply of the cold winter air.  But when I'm wishing for spring I stop noticing the good in the now because I'm too busy anticipating the potential good in the future.

Second, I want to be more mindful.  My five intentions for January are all related to personal health and well being which, for me, includes art.  And reading - normally I'm a voracious reader (side note to Ivan - my Kindle is recharging at this very minute) but over the last year I ended up devoting a terrific amount of my free time to YouTube videos.  Mostly art related so I give myself a partial pass, but I've watched so many Buzzfeed videos I could probably name 75% of the people who work there.  That's embarrassing.  That's a whole lot of wasting my life.  That's a whole lot of NOT being mindful.  So my January intentions involve mindfulness with eating, exercise/meditation, art, reading, and spending.  The details aren't important but I love knowing it's not a matter of success vs failure.  I have my list written down and it's a good feeling to know it's just a "gentle reminder to get back on track."

Since I started this post with a December 2017 photo of Roxie squished into the couch, I thought I would end it with a December 2012 photo that I just found in my computer:

At least she's consistent.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Whoa, look at that

We interrupt this lack of programming to bring you the largest painting I've ever done:

Yeah, I know, it doesn't look that impressive, but it is SO FRICKETY COOL and IMPOSSIBLE to get a good picture.  This sucker is 36" x 48" and I painted it on a whim back in September.  The 16th, in fact - I remember it fondly.  It was sunny and warm and the pool was still open.  I had to work outside so I would have a table I could walk all the way around:

There was one moment of panic when I was finished - I somehow needed to get the damn thing back inside!  It was interesting.  Here's a photo with poodle to show scale - this was pre-varnish.

And here's the inspiration piece, which is much smaller (9" x 12") and is called "Five Minutes in the Fairy Wood."

The big piece is called "Alice Walker's Woods" because there is an Alice Walker quote written on the back:

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect.
Trees can be contorted,
bent in weird ways,
and they're still beautiful.

Derek sent me an oh so shiny purple metal frame and last Tuesday I dropped the piece off at the Helen Day Art Center in Stowe.  It will be in the members' show, which opens on December 1st.  That'll be fun....