I quite often am finding that I don't have enough time to carry out all of the ideas that I have in my head.
The ones that do get done sometimes feel like accidents, and the amazing ones feel like a laborious process that dragged on and on and on and on... to give birth to whatever it is.
This is a cup of tea and a cookie. My friend Meagan donated this sugar cookie. it was delicious with earl grey tea!
At times when I am most frustrated with my work I find that it helps to step back, ponder a bit, get frustrated, and make a cup of tea.
Here is an essential tip for doing artwork, or any intensive studying for that matter:
Never do it on an empty stomach.
Seriously, if I start to throw pottery without eating I'll get fighting mad and sometimes have violent tendencies towards the clay on the wheel. The majority of the pots made during that time usually die a horrible death, or are accidentally smooshed.
Also, keep a stash of nibbles (snacks) available to you as well as your favorite tea.
Sometimes for a class I'll have an assignment to go and look at art from an outside source. That means from outside of the circle that the school resides in. So I'll go adventuring to a gallery or museum or somewhere to see beautifully constructed works of art, or terribly constructed works of art which can be beautiful. "Oh art! How subjective you can be!"
Pike place at night. No this isn't an overlay of two photos it's simply the reflection in the window of the observation thingy that's usually next to the wooden toys stand. You know where it is. (If you don't you should go find it, it's more beautiful at night, and less crowded, but don't inhale, it always smells really bad right there)
If you have ever been to Pike place you will know that it's practically always bustling with comers and goers and salespeople of all kinds. but you will never see it empty. I was there as the latest vendors were closing. It was eerie how the lack of life seemed to sterilize the long stretches of tables and stands. Without the vendors it was eerily quiet and the only place I could find honey sticks was at a stand that didn't sell them in a wide variety of flavors. I didn't want to purchase them, just find them. It's enjoyable to go on a sort of personal treasure hunt whenever I'm there. I will look for honey sticks, daffodils, some sort of nut, a new item, things of curiosity, art, smiles, and ice.
The ice is particularly stunning around the fish that reside there.
This is what I'm working on right now for a side project apart from my other assigned projects. I was looking through the canvas scraps in the painting studio at Shoreline Community College, and this was there. It turns out that it belonged to Natalie Niblack the painting professora who works there. She had painted it as a demonstration for her class; then discarded it.
So I cut it into strips and am Weaving unpainted canvas strips perpendicularly through it. The process is half done with the sewing and one side is pinned partway, I'm thinking about making a bag out of it, or a couple of bags. I hate to see materials go to waste! Recycling or re-purposing old "junk" can often encourage the inventiveness of a wanton creator.
That's it for now! Tootles!
