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Getting in My Own Way 2
Eventually I took a tiny baby step away from being frozen in place by adding color to my lines-only black-and-white-only start. All the while, though, deep down I knew (a) I was still holding tight to loving those lines, staying painstakingly and deliberately within them and (b) the only thing I was ‘letting go’ of… Continue reading
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Getting in My Own Way 1
Creating art is such a crazy proposition for me. What I actually create are problems to solve, complications to untangle, disasters to rectify, stumbling blocks to navigate. And it appears that I do so willingly, although with any one particular project it is not with that deliberate intention or mindset that I set out. Two… Continue reading
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Showcase 3
When I wake in the morning, a blank page; when I go to bed at night, paintings. Magic, I tell ya! What to notice here: A small square of gray sketch paper; areas of high flow transparent brown, yellow, and red iron oxide acrylic paint; India ink lines, marks, and asemic writing; torn bits of… Continue reading
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Showcase 2
This series of paintings represents creative energies I very much enjoy. Ninety per cent of each piece is painted in roughly 10% of the time it takes to complete the painting in its entirety, and the remaining 10% of the piece probably takes roughly 90% of the time! Both parts of the process engage and… Continue reading
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Showcase 1
You know how a band can be performing and, at some point in a piece, each musician-with-instrument gets to solo briefly and be showcased? The sketches I posted yesterday are going to get a chance to stand in the spotlight similarly, each for its few moments of fame. One detail to watch for: collage. In… Continue reading
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On My Honor
My original and enduring compass points over nine years of painting have been these: to be playful, get messy, make discoveries, and trust my gut. My overarching guiding principle has been and is to trust the unfolding. I am currently giving heightened/renewed attention to noticing and honoring my own preferences as I paint and giving… Continue reading
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Experiments
I remember learning the rudiments of the scientific method in 6th grade, as a student at the American School in the Hague, the Netherlands, and being paired with a classmate to perform a specified experiment. I remember nothing about our question, research, or hypothesis but I can report my personal conclusion: If you spill acid… Continue reading
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Walking to School
Until the age of ten, I lived in Cranford, NJ, in a little post-war housing tract typical of the times. Through fourth grade, I attended Brookside Place Elementary, walking the four blocks to school every day with my Waverly Place neighborhood friends, walking home for lunch and then back to Brookside—Campbell’s Chicken and Rice Soup… Continue reading
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Another You’ve-Got-Mail Postcard Postscript
In the same measure that I was disappointed when I learned that only 15 of the 24 postcards I mailed to Caroline and Emmy at camp between August 2nd and August 15th actually made it to camp, I have subsequently had great fun having some of the wayward cards—a bit tattered and travel-worn—land back in… Continue reading
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Ready for Hallowe’en
As a kindergartener, I was so excited, and thought I was ready for Hallowe’en when I ordered a robot costume from a Sears catalog. Couldn’t wait to walk around stiff-jointed in my metal costume. But … hahaha! … the costume from Sears was made out of the ubiquitous chintzy fabric of all such costumes, much… 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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