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

Fragility

Having been glued to the news for the past 2 days, watching the storm pace across a vast section of North America; impersonal in it path, one can only be humbled by how tiny and fragile we really are.

Leafs waving in the breeze

I Was Suppose To Be Raking The Pond

After I finished with the whipper sniper I thought it would be a very fine idea to rake the leaves and pine needles out of the pond. The pond is deep enough to swim and so we are fairly careful each fall to rake out all the debris in order not to get sediment build up. Decided I would rather take photos than rake, so another job for next week. Love the patterns the needles form as they brush against each other.

End of Gardening Season Treats

I was working around the pond the other day cutting back and using J.'s heavy and loud whipper sniper, and needing a break [did I mention it weighs a ton ] I sat down and watched the pond. Embarrassing to have been working there for an hour and not noticed. On this dun colored day the pond was alive with patterns of pine needles and lily pads. The color of the water was deep dark. And that was the end of the whipper sniping for the day.

Lily pads and pine needles

A Blue World Continues

The fog the other morning has worked its way into the paths and lines. Today they have become blueprints.

blueprint |ˈbloōˌprint|nouna design plan or other technical drawing.• figurative something that acts as a plan, model, or template : a vagueblueprint for fundamental land redistribution.verb [ trans. ]draw up (a plan or model) : [as adj. ] ( blueprinted) a neatly blueprinted scheme.ORIGIN late 19th cent.: from the original process in which prints werecomposed of white lines on a blue ground or of blue lines on a whiteground.

Crossed lines

Outer reaches