Wednesday, February 08, 2006

I am good...

"I just decided it is just as well to assume you are good because you will never know during your lifetime. It takes such a load off to assume you are good and just put one foot forward." -Alexis Smith Contemporary American Women Artists

Makes sense.

Today I worked in my studio. I just played around trying to capture a painting technique that I saw today in a couple of books. It is so rich and adds texture. Nothing to show. Just having fun. While I couldn't quite capture it with acrylic, I got a feel for it and would like to try it with oil.

I did try to assemble some of this piece. It didn't work out so well and I am a little concerned. I couldn't get the stairs attatched to the box so that the box would close. this is supposed to be an interactive piece where the viewer is able to open and close the box and get a sense of facing ones own fears. So, it won't be the same if it ends up being just a viewable piece. I decided I had better walk away and think it through some more before I screw it up irrepairably.


I found all of this in my youngest sons pockets while doing laundry. ? They just collect stuff. It makes me smile. I think it could make a fun series of paintings. What suprises lie ahead in the pockets of dirty, rowdy little boys? It is the secret of youth. Just collect stuff. Can you imagine being so mindful of any of these objects that you need to keep them with you? I carry...my IPOD, cell phone, checks, I.D.'s, pens, keys...nope nothing really magical...except on the rare occasion that I remembered to bring my Chapstick. A previous posting alludes to my fascination with Chapstick and/or pica. What do you carry with you?



1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

I remember even up until I was in high school I would carry small pretty polished rocks in my pockets. Quite possibly the *strangest* thing I've enver seen in a pocket was in Justine Woodbridge's. During me and Casey's orientation at Fort Hayes the summer before our freshman year, Justine was the one who gave us a tour. She stood up on a chair in the cafeteria to address the group, and when she jumped down her baggy pants hit the edge of the table and made a lound "CLANK" sound. She pulled one of those oversized industrial metal spoons out of her pocket, showed everyone as an explanation for the sound and kind of smiled/shrugged, put it back and went on with the tour.

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