Journal pages – gouache, pen and ink, collage. I began this jounal page in the winter, and outside it still looks like winter – some snow fell last night and left a dusting on the ground. I can’t think of anything else to add to the background of this page, or any layers to add so I’ve left it. Maybe I will think of something another day, but today it seems finished.
A quiet Sunday afternoon – I can see my Disintegration Manifestation bundle from my studio window. “Stick Boy” came around a couple of days ago banging his sticks. (A young boy from the neighborhood who was up and down the street last year hitting new growth and budding trees with sticks.) I watched him for awhile, wondering what I would feel if he hit my bundle with his sticks … I couldn’t decide, so I just watched him. Apparently he hasn’t noticed it yet, but I would think it would be a good target with it’s vulnerable dangling legs. I think I will be sad if I come home one day and find it smashed, but I guess I would have to take that as part of the Disintegration process…
What it says in the tree limbs, which doesn’t show in the photo is:
“My two eyes
As similar marbles
Saw two things in you
And merged them
Knocking one —
Against the other
Making sparks
Where none existed”
Number four in the mini mini-series. The Sorcerer. 4×6 inches, acrylic on canvas. He seems to be waiting for something, his companions are waiting too, perhaps for the Sorcerer’s reaction. His face sad, and yet resigned, naive and knowing — his companion in the lower right looking like a character from Star Wars – a young friend tells me. I have never seen the Star War’s films, but I know which one he is speaking of – this little guy was simply a paint spot that turned itself into a creature – I had very little to do with his design and so I didn’t attempt to change him into something else. Nonetheless, they are all waiting for something…. that much is obvious.
I am slowly coming back to creative life – taking small steps, and trying not to worry about the future too much. These little canvases are just the right size for now, 4×4 and 4×6 inches each. Both taken from journal sketches that I never had the time to turn into paintings. Have some other sketches that may be apprpriate for a mini mini-series. It would be nice to stay home and not work, and have time to create all day – my mind is not in that mode yet, but I am pushing myself to let go and just be – in the moment, in the beginning of spring, in the first steps of a new path…Let it Be, as Paul McCartney sang, way back when I was a girl and full of hope, and belief that things would always, or almost always, turn out as they should – and now that is the thing to remember – things always do turn out just as they were meant to, and it’s what we make of it that determines who we are.
Five months………ain’t nuthin’ else to say!
4 Rooms and the Moon 