Renovating My Web Site

There have been two major concerns with my redo of my website. The first is the size as I started in 2006 and have just kept adding to it, so that now it is gigantic. The question [that I avoided and procrastinated over] is should I just start a new site with just with current work. The other concern is that so many people use their phones and tablets that would this site work, designed as it were in the dark ages. Uploading a piece of software, Xcode, let me see the site on an IPhone simulator. Neat. So I decided to go with what I have, making the pages as narrow as I could as everyone seems to scroll down now and not sideways. Hopefully I am reaching the end and can upload the site. You will hear a mighty cheer!

some screen shots of the new site on the IPhone simulator

Building Boats

My brother sent me some some photos of the plans for the boat he is building and I immediately emailed him back asking him if I could use them in a piece I was working on. I have to admit I'm not sure what part it is, maybe the transom, but I loved the lines and knew just where they wanted to go. Love these serendipitous moments. I had to laugh when I think that only a few months ago I was working on navigational aids [link here].

Plans for the golden boat

November's Lines and Textures

On my walks yesterday all I was noticing was the shadow line of the trees. As we approach the solstice the shadows get longer, creating intricate pattern on the driveway and barely white pond. As I looked closely at the ice on the pond I was filled with wonder at the cosmos created. With such a minimal landscape  textures comes to the forefront. The land is black and white with shades of gray, etched with November's lines.

an old apple tree casts it's shadow on the driveway

A split in the ice

tree shadows on the pond

another kind of milky way

Frozen Still Life

Every couple of hours, while I work on the website, I get up from the computer and go for a short walk. Usually around the pond where for the past couple of days I have watched it freeze and unfreeze. Rather like some kind of very slow breathing. Yesterday afternoon as I wandered about I noticed some of the grasses and leaves just submerged and barely frozen in the thin ice. The surface of the pond was marked with frozen water or snow droplets. I love the colors and the way the ice water has refracted the image. It's the Canadian version of the Dutch Vanitas paintings.

frozen still life

frozen still life 2

frozen still life 3

Quiet Time

I was reading Deborah Barlow's blog Slow Muse [link here] the other day and these words expressed so well what I have been thinking about.

John Russell‘s admonitions feel even more necessary now than they did then:

I think that art should be allowed to go private. It should be a matter of one-on-one. In the last few years, the public has only heard of art when it makes record prices at auction, or is stolen, or allegedly withheld from its rightful owners. We need to concentrate more on art that sits still some place and minds its own business. We all hope for a strong response from art, but the kind of buzz that we have to live with nowadays is the enemy of art. Quietness and slow time are its friends.

A retreat from the outer world of garden and land, the sense of hibernation, the longing for quiet, for calm, for watching; a place I need to be now as I take the time to update my website. Details, fiddlely bits, organization, the figuring out of the puzzle, how to present things clearly, time to make mistakes, time to fix them; the sense that there is enough time and I will get it done. But I know I need full concentration and a letting go of where I'd rather be which is the studio. And I know, really, this is part of the studio.

Last night's sunset on the pond

Watching

The last few days have been finish up the garden days; a brief spell of warm weather, coffee outside in the morning watching clouds drift over the mountain, pruning the apple tree so J. can put up the lights as I will be moaning in another couple of weeks about very short days and not enough light, watching the edges of the pond melt into their lovely lines and where there is water a reflection of a tree merging into the opaque ice, capturing the glint of tree reflection on the ice. That's the blue I love in the night sky.

reflections on the ice

 melting edges of the pond

a reflection of a tree merging into the opaque ice

the edges of the pond melt into their lovely lines

Radiant Yellow

A few days ago I printed some of the disappearing images that I had worked on the computer. Then added some washes of my new favourite colour Radiant Yellow, enhanced some of the lines with pencil and enclosed them in encaustic. I had forgotten how wonderfully the studio smells when you work with encaustic; warm summer day smell while out side the window there were snow squalls. The encaustic always changes the color of the print, usually brightening the colors and giving them more saturation. And I dripped some radiant yellow, a happy accident.

Radiant Yellow Contained, mixed media, 16 x 28, 2013

Radiant Yellow Contained, before the mixed media

Vermeer's Hat

Sitting on the coffee table hiding under a stack of other books, and found when I finally dusted, was Vermeer's Hat by Timothy Brook. This is a terrific read. He has a wonderful way of looking at Vermeer's work; not as an art historian but as a cultural history of the objects, the people, their clothes; the very space itself and leads one through a part of the history of globalization. It's a treasure chest full of bits of social history and culture, and, for me, a new way to look at these and other historical work of art. I always wished that in school they taught like this, a timeline, so that I learned what was being discovered scientifically, what was being written, composed, painted, invented, thought about, talked about and explored.

Johannes Vermeer, Officer and Laughing Girl. 1658, Frick Collection

On a totally different note, the Canadian Government has promised to match all donations made to the Canadian Red Cross for relief help in the catastrophic destruction in the Philippines,  President Benigno Aquino has declared a state of national calamity following Friday's typhoon, which has killed thousands of people. Here is the link.

Score

After all the struggles of trying to get a decent photo of the disappearing works [link here], I realized that I really liked what had happened on the computer, so I printed a few trial prints. Some seem to want washes of colour on top of the prints, and encaustic, and some I'll try gluing on to wood panels and cover with encaustic; and the smallest ones I'll frame and see which way this all wants to play out.

Score, image 11 x 36 in, support 15 x 40 in,  2013

Lake Ontario

Coming back from the Art Fair in Toronto a couple of weeks ago, we spent the night with some very old friends. Not old in that chronological way, although we are getting there,  but old in the way of friends you have known forever,  who know you truly and accept all the parts of you. There is something so precious about this kind of friendship. Their house is on a bay on Lake Ontario where you can watch the lake in all her moods, The night we arrived the wind was strong, rain lashing, waves rolling high. And the next morning it was all liquid gold.

Quietly Following

I am so enjoying laying down these layers of color, the deliberate placing of the brush, my arm moving across the paper on a hopefully smooth line, breath flowing and the lift off of the brush at the end of the line; and repeating for the next line, and the next. I'm impatient for the washes to dry though so I go up to the computer and play. I am still having a hard time shooting good photos of these pale works, although I have added more color to the washes, so these are detail shots, layered on the computer, which is a great way to see how future works might want to sit on the paper. If anyone has suggestions for how to shoot white on white with a touch of pencil I would welcome them!

oils on paper, 2013

oils on paper, 2013

oils on paper, 2013

November Blues

The garden is almost ready for winter, and on my list of things to do was rake the leaves out of the pond. While I didn't get that crossed off the list, I did take photos of clouds on reflected on the water. And remembered summer.

It Disappeared

As I said the other day the studio always has surprises in store. This one I didn't see coming, in fact I can hardly see it. What happened is that the paint dried and all my lovely auras and subtle colors disappeared overnight. If I stand at a certain angle to the paper I can at least see that there are marks on it, the camera is not so sure. So it's back to more experimenting with more color in the washes. And wait until it is dry.

detail, oil on paper, 2013