artist at play
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Do I Care What Day It Is? I Do Not.
Steady gentle rain tapping on the skylight in my study as I type. Print collage, a torn swatch of fabric (thank you, MaryAnn!), three French knots (one tangled), a paint marker, India ink and dip pen, a Stabilo Woody. Art journal p.1 roughed up a little. Feels great! Continue reading
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I Have No Internal Sense of What Day It Is. None.
Asked for and received an art journal for Christmas. Yay! Square format roughly 8 x 8″, with perforated pages. Had the impulse late yesterday to cover the opening page with something. Anything. You’ll see if you look closely the following words inscribed in the four small paintings that ended up on the page: • new… Continue reading
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Pop-Up Pockets
One of my favorite parts of the end-of-year holiday season is the popping up of unexpected pockets of joy—little moments that are unplanned, are part of no tradition or ritual, have little likelihood of being replicated, and might well be considered ‘everyday-nothings,’ yet which are deeply satisfying to me. In the wake of such experiences… Continue reading
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GMIT M
My daughter Meg and I text each other a daily Good Morning in the [ … ] Morning message. Here’s my GMIT M message for you today, dear readers. GMIT experiment in sketchbook with painter’s tape expired credit card payne’s gray resuscitated cartridge ink pen stabilo woody watercolor pencils bright sunshine and light heart M. Continue reading
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Gift Wrap Redux
In the middle of wonderful busyness and bustle with a houseful of cherished family this past week, a few quiet moments presented themselves when my earlybird proclivities allowed me to take advantage of the sweet hush of an otherwise sleeping house to pop into my studio where I created a small sheet of impromptu gift… Continue reading
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Back in the Saddle
You may—or may not!—recall that I started painting a 30 x 30″ canvas at the end of September, starting with a sketch in my art journal. I jumped ship on the sketch in short order and reverted to my default approach of figuring things out directly on the canvas itself. I posted work-in-process in early… Continue reading
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Still Poking Around
In early June I painted a 14 x 17″ chaos-layer start and cut it into quadrants with the intention of developing each piece with neurographic linework while on vacation. The vacation got waylaid by smoke from Canadian wildfires. The painting starts got waylaid when I felt stumped each time I picked one up hoping to… Continue reading
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Instead Of
For a chunk of time a number of years ago—and even now upon occasion—I used an instead-of phrase in the subject line of an email message to indicate what it was I was forgoing (by which I often meant avoiding) in order to write the message. For example, you might have received an email from… Continue reading
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Kickin’ Back a Bit
Without a conscious decision, I surprise myself by taking the final start for my current series to my paper trimmer and cutting it in half. Oh! I decide not to ‘work’ the first half as much as earlier pieces but rather to give the background a chance to reveal itself as landscape on its own—or… Continue reading
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Unearthing Art
Hahaha—as I went to type the title to this post, I spied the following: unearthing! Wordplay aside, I took myself on another art-excavation adventure here, kicking leaves and stones out of my way, scraping with sticks, shoveling up dirt and flinging it willy-nilly, damming and rerouting streams and rivulets, trampling undergrowth, and snapping low branches,… Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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