Art, TEGWAR, and Sweet Songs in the Halls of Creation

“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

Another Opening, Another Show!

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!

Imagining Forth!

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!

A Body for My Body of Work

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

Now That I Found It, Where Do I Put It?

  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?