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  • October, you are a wealth of Information, coupling Death with re-birth, you never disappoint me.

    October 22nd, 2016

    I see the shadow of a crow out of the corner of my eye and hear a Blue Jay squawk. It’s still quiet in my house, I’m glad it’s Saturday morning.  A moth crawls up and down the window, should I take him outside, or let him reach the same fate as the moth I found on the kitchen window sill? The beautiful iridescent, brown, velvety, creature. “Look Jack and Fiona, what I found!” I say. I show them the delicate specimen, pull open his wing to reveal a beautiful orange and yellow surprise. The following day when we go to examine the moth again deterioration had already begun. His whiskers have fallen off and I can no longer pull open his wing. Back to the earth the moth will go.

    My quiet morning has just concluded. “Mama” Jack calls. I yell back, “Yeah, do you want pumpkin pancakes?” He says “Yes”. I thought I would have more time to write. They didn’t go to bed until 10:30 last night. I lay in their room too tired to do anything else while they play and laugh and jump on top of me. I think it was those chocolate candies we ate, it wound them up.  I was tired though. I’ve been working hard on my canvas paintings. My “Notebook project” is there too, which I work on every time I am in my studio. I am grappling with the difference between working in my notebooks and on the canvas. I had a thought this morning, the notebooks are informal, the large canvas feels formal. It also feels plastic, the gessoed canvas compared to paper.  There’s also a huge size difference. But I’m making headway. My books feel more sculptural, more immediate, I am trying to think of the canvas in that way. Not just a 2d image, surface orientated, but the whole thing. Also the notebooks are a series, many pages of experiments and images that relate to each other, I am trying to work on my canvases as more of a group. Although this is quite challenging due to space issues, but if I could just lay out several like I do my notebooks I think I’d have better luck. Right now I am forced to be very close at all times to the canvas.

    Time to go now and make Pumpkin pancakes!

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  • All The Many Questions

    October 21st, 2016

    Painting. Why do we paint? What are we painting for? Who are we painting for? What are we trying to communicate in our paintings, if anything? How has Facebook changed our lives as painters, with a 24-hour audience? How has being painters altered our lives? How does it alter our day to day activities? How we look at and respond to the world? Do we have a collective voice? Are we bonded as painters? Have we become one?

    Naptime. Friday. Paintings worked on, getting closer to where I want to go. The layering, the foggy, dusty eyes. Texture creating memory, on the canvas becoming a rivers edge, always changing, eroding and coming back again. On paper, in my notebooks a moment. A flash of time, a scrap of paper with paint drops from several painting sessions, a little mini journal on my studio floor. A tiny scrap, taking on a life of its own.  Walked on, stomped on, drawn on, glued on. “Notebook project” taking on a larger life. Prototype made, Rives BFK, four sheets, painted on separately, folded and sewn together, is sculptural, physical. Trying to connect with the canvas in the same way. Getting closer. Not easy. Skin dry, paint spots on it, neck tired, body tired. Still have to be mom. Babies waking up soon. Need to get energy. Had crazy week. Realized I am crazy. Need to take break, need to get head clear. Dentist said I have grinded my teeth down, bad. Need to start meditating again. I lied last week when I say I don’t have moments when I say I need to do this or that, I need to change. I do still say that, feel that. Or should I accept my grinding teeth? Paint every chance I get. Not take a break? Forget to re-order my checks. Forget everything but the most essential? I need to go now. Sit outside in the sunshine before the babies wake up from their naps.

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