Wednesday, March 11, 2015

More digital toe touches

I am clearly ready for summer, with these abstract flowers and vibrant summer hues...

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Artistic calisthenics

Sometimes, as I get ready to tackle a new creative project, my brain needs a warm up to get the creative juices flowing. For me, digital collage has been a great way to stretch my creative muscles.

These summer-inspired postcards are the result of my recent calisthenics. It reached 43 degrees in Upstate NY yesterday, and it made my mind wander affectionately to dandelions, which I will no doubt be cursing in just a couple of months. 

Monday, March 09, 2015

The finished pieces

These are the mini canvasses that I started last week and showed in progress in my last post. 

Plaster, collage & acrylics on canvas

Thursday, March 05, 2015

90 Degrees.

No. It is most certainly not the weather. But last week I glanced at my art table, which had been tucked against a wall in the corner of my living room for a few years now, and decided it was facing the wrong way. I don't like facing the wall. So I turned it...90 degrees to the left, and I  am making art again. Now my table faces into the living room, instead of into a wall. Sometimes that is all it takes. A 90 degree turn.  A new perspective.

In progress...

Friday, February 13, 2015

More digital collage

Sometimes, or more accurately, most of the time, I have an urge to journal, to spill out my fears and frustrations and problems on paper, but at the same time I am afraid of revealing too much. I find it awkward and painful to read my own admissions of struggle or failure. So I find myself hiding the words somewhat by incorporating them into an art journal page, or in this case, a digital collage. 

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

More digital collage fun...

While impatiently waiting to be able to get to work yesterday, I did a little photoshop play. The primitive nature of the drawings is the result of sketching with a mouse...

Monday, February 09, 2015

Life Lessons - control

There's nothing like two fucking feet of snow at your doorstep (and everywhere else you look) to remind you that any feeling of control you've ever had is an illusion.

I love the illusion of control. I like choosing how I will spend my days, even within the confines of my reality, which of course, includes a job, walking a dog and a lot of other obligations. Still, I choose to work (so that I can eat), and I choose to walk my dog (so that he doesn't poop in the house). I like feeling as though I have choices, that I control the shape of my days.

But right now, mother nature is in control. And she is one miserable, sadistic bitch.

And I am fairly certain that I have written this before. Possibly this entire post, but certainly the theme of control. And my lack of growth in dealing with it.

And now that I am done ranting, I will leave you with image. I think it's called the sun. I am not sure. It's been so long since I've seen it that I barely remember.