“I don’t follow any system. All the laws you can lay down are only so many props to be cast aside when the hour of creation arrives.” —Raoul Dufy “Do what suits you…try to paint in the moment… forget everything you have learned…” –Jan van Oort The words of these two painters are near and dear to my creative heart. Dufy was a French Fauve painter … Continue reading Art, TEGWAR, and Sweet Songs in the Halls of Creation
As September winds down, and summer as well, my attention is fully on preparations for the gallery show in October. Selections have been made, titles chosen, labels printed and postcards mailed. In other words, I’m ready to get this show on the road. As someone who has done a turn or two on the stage, I can easily compare this first show to opening night – the … Continue reading Another Opening, Another Show!
As both a poet and an artist, I tend to wander back and forth, crossing the invisible line between the two like a drunk on a bicycle. I give many of my paintings poetic titles and I write poems about art. I’m not the only one who does this. One of my favorite books on the practice of writing is titled The Writer on His Own, and much of … Continue reading Imagining Forth!
Since my last post regarding the need for a body of work, I’ve had a conversation with an artist/instructor who gave me some much-needed feedback on what I’ve done so far. He also introduced me to new materials and techniques. Before we finished the conversation he let me see pieces of an exercise for one of his classes, not unlike the exercises I remember from … Continue reading A Body for My Body of Work
I love maps. One of my uncles was a surveyor and he taught me a lot about them when I was a child, made up map games and generally instilled in me a love of these beautiful and useful tools for finding one’s way. A couple of weeks ago, I attended a workshop at The Studio Door in San Diego, a wonderful, relatively new gallery/studio/workshop … Continue reading The Map and the Body
Working as I do in mixed-media collage, I’m an avid ripper and clipper and scanner – old magazines and books, old photos, images I love and want to use more than once, things I pick up on my walks – most recently a beautifully dried and partially shredded shiny brown palm frond. I am a keeper of the scraps. Like others of my ilk, … Continue reading Now That I Found It, Where Do I Put It?
I can’t say I wasn’t warned. Friends from many places told me I was going to find a spiritual home in San Diego – a home for my creative spirit – and sure enough I have. When I look through the local newspapers, my one lament is “so much to do, so little time.” Of course, I’m not a participant in all those activities. I … Continue reading The Riches of the City
This past week I was subjected to the question many of us hope never to hear about our work: “But what does it mean?” My collage work is generally abstract. I’ve been doing more painting and less pasting recently and the more I do this, the more abstract things become. But even when I’m using images in the work – cut, pasted, pasted over, pieces … Continue reading “But What Does It Mean?”
I realized the other day that I’ve been working on my mixed media collages for a couple of years now and that I’m in a rut. Or was in a rut. I climbed out of it today. When I started the collages after years away from doing art, I took the safe way, and I think that’s a fine way to begin. I didn’t want … Continue reading Ruts Are for Wagon Wheels