Stacks of Lines

I keep telling myself to get organized, make lists of all the things I want to do and need to do. Make a master list and prioritize. Good intentions. The studio beckons. Where I make stacks of lines. As if it were my list. With everything crossed off.

Just Lines

My fascination with lines continues. Love how much a line can say. Love how it feels in my body when I make repetitive lines, like kneading bread; breathing with each stroke. Then the rhythm changes, becomes faster, the emphasis is on the out stroke of the pencil. And then it changes again. I am loving this dance.

The Black Quilt

Another Path

Last week a couple of friends [thanks Fiona and Jennifer] suggested I use the list of Words for November and do a book. So while I was working on Lines and waiting for Big Blue to resolve it's problems, I started to visualize how I might approach this. The piece I was working on was perfect for sleet, the 6th word. Velum sheets for the numbers and words, paper for the image. The trick will be to find velum I can put through my printer, and that won't smear when printed.

November Rain, mixed media

page idea, number and letters on separate vellum pages

Random Bits

Some times the best part of your day happens so unexpectedly. Things just fall into place in front of your eye or beside your hands as you work. As I was laying down washes and lines, I realized my eye kept being caught by something on the table beside me. Splashes, ends of pencil line, things that had fallen off or away from the paper I was working on. These little random bits had me enthralled and somehow filled me with tenderness. And gave me some new ideas.

Random bits 1

Random bits 2

While I Wait

Back to lines. And more lines. It's the thing that intrigues me most in "Big Blue" [see previous post]. And while I'm not sure what it wants, I'm sure that I want to to make more lines.
Lines > paths
Paths > forest
Forest > horizon
Horizon > sound waves

Pencil, charcoal

Pencil, charcoal and worked on digitally

The Big One

So this is where she is. And this is where she was. [link here] I could say still percolating, but I 'm not sure. More sitting and looking and waiting needed. And work some more on the actual coffee cups. Up to number 70; finished. [link here]

The big one is blue ....again

To Gaze

gaze |gāz|verb [ intrans. ]look steadily and intently, esp. in admiration, surprise, or thought : he could only gaze at her in astonishment.nouna steady intent look : he turned, following her gaze | offices screened from the public gaze.• [in sing. ] (in literary theory) a particular perspective taken to embody certain aspects of the relationship between observer and observed, esp. as reflected in the way in which an author or filmdirector (unconsciously or otherwise) directs attention : the male gaze.DERIVATIVESgazer nounORIGIN late Middle English : perhaps related to obsolete gaw (seegawk ).

Time to gaze, sunset on the pond, Nov . 2012

Decided to Play

"The Coffee Cantata" has turned blue, literally. Decided I'm taking this piece way to seriously, a fatal mistake so decided to play and what I really wanted to do was draw lines. Lots of lines. And it was hugely pleasurable.

Lots of lines

Continuing, The Coffee Cantata

Still working on the big piece [link here] from "The Coffee Cantata" which seems to go here, and then there, then sliding this way, then that. Some times I feel like throwing it away. I still may cut it up or tear it up into little tiny pieces, but while it has me in thrall, I'll follow.

On Top, from "The Coffee Cantata"

A List of Words for November

Wet, damp, dark, cold, line: sleet, ice, bleak, dark, bare, bright, shape: glimmer, dusk, narrow, tight, gloom, blue: umber etching, umber cave: cocoon, sleep, eat, studio:  silver, charcoal, desolate, dim.

Shades of November