Had a busy weekend of art making. Been awhile since last year’s 365 days of art. Took much of the year “off”, or at least felt no pressure to create. Now I have more ideas than I have time, so expect lots to start showing up here.
Below are “Base Camp” and “Seattle Monday” — both mixed media monoprints. Loving the direction these are going.
I grew up listening to the Eagles with my parents and “Hotel California” was a frequent background track to our lives. I was born in California, so the state name often made an appearance in our road trip music playlists, and my Dad loved the spooky chorus of “you can check out, but you can never leave.” It was no surprise when I started working on this piece, the hot reds and pinks fading into both golden, and dark twilight colors, that the opening lyric popped into my head. There is a subtle metallic gleam worked into the paint that reminds me of that magic, fading, golden light.
I had a rock tumbler as a child and really enjoyed it. When my youngest was a child we bought her one. She was eager to enjoy it too, but somewhere after starting on that path, we lost track and it everything inside turned into a solid mass. We tossed it and forgot about it. On a recent beach trip, I collected handfuls of rocks, as I am always likely to do, and, upon return, remembered how I loved my childhood rock tumbler. I immediately researched, ordered and eagerly anticipated its delivery. Of course, with Amazon Prime, that was only a couple day’s wait. As soon as I unboxed it I thought “what am I doing?” I have neither time, nor space for yet another hobby. I thought “what will I DO with a pile of polished, pretty rocks?” I would gather them in my hands and feel their silky smoothness. I would likely gather them in some beautiful glass bowl and…then what? I have toddler grand kids frequently at my home. They put small colorful things in their mouths and up their noses and feed them to the dogs regularly. And I don’t even have a single space to display a bog bowl of pretty rocks. So I quickly decided “I’m Returning the Rock Tumbler” and will, for NOW, stick to painting them when the mood strikes.