Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
During the Great Studio Clean Up and while it was such a mess I couldn't work there; and in between all the ripping and tearing I saw something I hadn't seen before, some way of combining color and line that I needed to explore. These works below were the start of the "Summer Songs"
|Rose Song, 2015|
|Hazy Day, 2015|
|Shooting Star, 2015|
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Every summer I lose things in the garden: so far this year I've lost 2 pairs of secateurs that I'm hoping to find in the fall clean up. I've lost my glasses [don't ask how] and found them in the great clean up but last summer I was really annoyed when I lost half of the egg I wear with a turquoise heart on a chain around my neck. Eureka, I found it yesterday as I weeded near the patio and my darling glued it back in place. Still amazed that I found it.
|It was hiding near the patio, 2015|
|heart and egg, all fixed, 2015|
Friday, July 17, 2015
It's done; the major studio clean up and clean out is over and I'm dancing. The space feels great, spare with room to move and grow and make, even the windows are clean. Hallelujah [and thanks J. for the window cleaning].
|Walking into my beautiful, clean and empty studio this morning, 2015|
|another view of the clean studio, 2015|
Thursday, July 9, 2015
After parking the car in one of those huge and creepy underground parking lots we walked over to the exit stairs; I just hoped we would find our way back to the car.
|Parking 1, 2015|
|Parking 2, 2015|
|Parking 3, 2015|
|Parking 4, 2015|
Monday, July 6, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
A couple of weeks ago I walked into the studio and realized there was no room to work, no space, so I started to rip up most of the last couple of months of work; and in that tearing and ripping saw beautiful edges to the paper so started to lay down strips of paper, and then finally realized that I was recreating a way of working from the 1990's so I put all that in the recycling bin. My mantra being “Don’t repeat yourself”. And as I filled bag after bag of paper I looked around and realized more had to go, the walls full of ideas not yet realized, into the trash. I need space to work. The lovely thing about this tearing away is how what I had been working on was clearer now, not bright, but not just sensed.
|Ripping and tearing...hard to put those beautiful edges in the trash. 2015|
|Torn paper, 2015|
|No space to work, studio, June 2015|
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Its exciting wandering about the garden early each morning and seeing the changes from the day before: this mornings treat was finding the so called "white" poppies had started to bloom; I love their fragile leaves, which the rain expected in a few hours, will turn transparent; but right now, with dew drops clinging to them are gorgeous.
|1st white poppy, 2015|
|dew drops on the white poppy, 2015|
Sunday, June 14, 2015
It's one of those dreamed of, especially in winter, perfect day; morning dew, clear light, peonies opening and drifting scent about, roses, lilac, iris in bloom; a day to give thanks.
|A bouquet for you, 2015|
|A bouquet for you, with an ant, 2015|
|and more, 2015|
|and more, 2015|
|for you, 2015|
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
It's lush out there; it's beginning to look like a rain forest or the Sutton Junction version of one. I know gardeners are always complaining about to much rain, not enough rain, too much sun, to dry, too whatever but I can't believe all the shades of green I'm seeing. It’s heavenly… and the herbaceous peonies are about to open.
|The upper part of the studio garden, 2015|
|The ferns are having a banner year, 2015|
|And the peonies are about to open, 2015|
|Dandelion seed caught in a tiny spruce, 2015|