Wednesday, March 18, 2015

He Said, She Said

It's the same old routine, every morning: she said, he said. I stagger out of bed at the crack of dawn so I can get a quick hike in with my dogs. As I walk down the hallway, the old dog plods sleepily along but the younger 7 pound rat terrier is running up the back of my legs and bouncing off me arse. "Let's go!", she says. "Throw my ball!", she says. And then I hit the kitchen where the youngest of  my mob, a large cat, is heading outside for the morning as the old timer is finally coming home. Another 7 pound brat, the old timer starts in with his relentless meowing. He has, after all, been away all night, presumably hunting, but who would know? "Feed me, already", he says, over and over, pawing at me with stabbing claws. And all this before the kids even get out of bed!
"She Said"
Acrylic, grease pencil and batik papers on wood
18" x 18"
"He Said"
Acrylic, grease pencil and batik papers on wood
18" x 18"
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Sunday, February 8, 2015

Love The Mornings Again

"You work so hard,
 just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep;
remember you're trying,
you are moving mountains
that have plagued you since you were young,
and you're trying so hard.
Keep fighting, fight until you have won.
Fight until you have found your way home,
until the sun comes back and
your heart learns to love the mornings again.
T.B. Laberge//Go Now
These are not finished pieces of art. They are backgrounds to some new stuff I am working on. I'll let you know when I get there.
But for right now they are layers and layers of paint and grease pencil that have been sanded, scratched, etched and are now waiting for their final transformation.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Wolf

"Love her but leave her wild."
"The Wolf"
24" x 48"

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Chilly Bones

Be bad to you bones, to your chilly chilly bones.

Mason modelling the Chilly Bones hat and fingerless mittens set.
The Chilly Bones hat is bad to the bone with a skull and cross-bones motif. Both the hat and fingerless mittens are knit in hand dyed lamb's wool and silk yarn and then lined with a soft silk and cotton blended yarn.
These are the squishiest, softest, most comfortable mittens I have ever knit!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

The Best of Intentions

"What you are is a complicated girl with simple needs. You need your books and time to read, and you need a few friends and you need someone-not to take care of you, but to care for you. If you have all those things, you'll always be alright."
Brian Morton
Yesterday I created this cozy reading nook, from an ill used corner of my house, with the best of intentions- read more.
Over the past several years I have gone back to school, gone back to work and committed to eating clean and daily exercise. As a homeschooling mom/artist/art teacher I have long since mastered the art of time management. I'm good at multi tasking and working...all the time. What I'm not so good at is relaxing. This year my intention is to take time, slow down and read some damn good books. This cozy reading nook overlooks my hydrangea garden and veggie patch. Summer sunlight streams in through the windows and overhead skylight. In the winter, a cozy fireplace is just around the corner. There is no reason not to curl up with a good book and a cup of tea and to simply sit and gaze out the windows. Heck, I may even lay my head back and close my eyes. SShhh. Mom's napping.

Monday, November 10, 2014

The Becoming

be easy.
take your time.
you are coming home,
to yourself.
the becoming/wing
The Becoming
24" x 24" mixed media on paper mounted on wood cradle.
Over the past several months I have indeed been on an artistic journey away from home; away from the portraiture and figurative work I fiercely love. I got lost and scared. I got lonely. I knew all along I would need to come home.
When I look at this piece I can see the markings from my struggle shining through the fa├žade. This is the sixth and final piece from this experiment: The Never Ending Painting. Every painting along the way, whether I saw it as a success of a failure, was instrumental in creating the depth and meaning created in this final piece.
Here, in order, are the 6 paintings; each one painted on top of the previous one.

Monday, October 13, 2014

For Ollie


He puts his cheek against mine
and makes small, expressive sounds.
And when I'm awake, or awake enough

he turns upside down, his four paws
in the air
and his eyes dark and fervent.

Tell me you love me, he says.

Tell me again.

Could there be a sweeter arrangement?
Over and over
he gets to ask it.
I get to tell.
Mary Oliver
12" x 12"