day 4, the 2000's

Day 4, the 2000’s, my brother had sent me a Mac, [one of the all time great presents] used as a graphic’s work station, 32 mgs of ram with 2 hard drives totally 2.3 gigs of space and a monitor bigger than our TV. I fell in love. I loved the ability to layer, whether it was sound or images. A few years later I realized I wanted my images to stop moving and began to work with video stills, using their grainy vitality as part of the work. And with all the layering came simplicity of image, a paring back to color and shape.

elegy...for the trees, 2002

An experimental work dealing with the plight of the trees in the ice storm of 1998, Link here for video
Music: Elegy for the trees by Liz Davidson 
Total running time 5.28 min.
Video 8

The Diver, 2002 , from "The sweetness of Truth the Body Reveals" series, Digital image on Arches, 13 in.H x10 in W, image, 19 in H. x 13 inW, support

She regarding...(her tilting, twirling house) 2004, from the series of the same name. Digital image on Arches paper, 42inches H x 70 inches W ( image ) 44inches H x 72 inches W ( support )

green river spirit, 2006 from the "SpiritHighways" series, Digital image, encaustic, on panel
79 in H x 22 in W

a beautiful bowl, 2008, from the series "Surrounded by Light", Digital image, encaustic
3 panels, 24 in H x 72 in W

Endless Possibilities

I may say I am wanting to create work that is spare but I watch what happens in the studio and I have to laugh. Picnic Table is where I ended up yesterday afternoon after tossing all the mornings work into the garbage.

Picnic table, 24 x 39 in, charcoal, 2013

Looking at the image on the computer I saw more possibilities. By layering the image the table had become a bridge.

bridge, 2013

That suggested more possibilities. And so it became Girders.  An endless playtime.

Girders, 2013

Coffee Sleeves

Still experimenting with the coffee skirts, the possibilities seem endless but while I am intrigued by what is happening, no one way has grabbed me. And when I can't "see" anymore I go back to photographing the bottom of the coffee cups. The cafe in the village has been very kind, saving them for me; the only problem is they have been washing them out. I explained what I was doing and now they look at me with big smiles on their faces. Not sure if I haven't just claimed village idiot status.

Layers of skirts, 7

layers of skirts, 1

The First Layers

While I was working on the "Scribbles", I took a lot of photos and using Photoshop, started to layer them, taking bits and pieces from one and adding them to another, all the while not knowing where this was going or quite what I was doing, trying to pay attention to what was happening as I layered line upon line. Soon they were demanding more color than what was in the drawings, even thought an amazing amount of color presents itself when you photograph drawings. So back to my files of color and textures. You can see why I really need to get these files in some sort of order. It's a very instinctual process of feeling my way, of trying to find or see the light or follow the line or thread, of trying to bring forth what I sense is there. 

The in between place