Making Small Books

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I did something that I have wanted to do for two years; I finally joined the Puget Sound Book Artists, PSBA. The annual meeting was yesterday and I met some folks I have known about and watched their art careers forever, it seems. It was a very gratifying day. There were a lot of nice people, good food, and amazingly beautiful items for auction and show-and-tell. Handmade books, boxes, papers…<3 My art has been wanting to go this direction for a long time. This is the yearl

My welcome letter had instructions and cut circles to create a book. Below are some pictures of the project as I put it together. It was really easy and came out so cute. My intentions for the year are written inside and I can read them to remind myself any time I want. What intentions do you have for 2017?

yellowstone

art space

retail

sewing

loving my family

These paintings. Are. Mine. 

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I put myself in them. I have to. To escape. Escape the life I have chosen. Because I want to be somewhere else, doing something else, other than where I am. I see this. I see myself not choosing the Present Moment.

I know. 

Don’t judge me. Well, you will anyway, I don’t give two shits. These are places I have been and seen with my own eyes. I took pictures with my phone and camera. I sat and watched. I ate food. I experienced the traffic noise and the Parisian voices. I walked and walked and walked and got lost in the best possible way. I can escape whenever I need to in my paintings. I have to. Sometimes the Present Moment isn’t all it’s a cracked up to be. 

Writing is opening me up like…

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I’m Dorothy. Wizard of Oz Dorothy. In the Black and White part of the movie. She has just landed hard after the tornado took the house. She heads for the front door, slowly, she opens it. That moment, right before she steps outside is what I feel like; what has been let loose? What will I șee? My life is now in technicolor.

The Present Moment

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I wrote this at Christmas time. Not sure why I didn’t post.

What am I experiencing right now? “The ‘din’ of voices. Sitting in a public house, listening to the low drone of human voices having soft conversations. The soprano section is upset about not finding street parking. The tenors are in love with whiskey and gossip. The Altos are deciding what to order. The bass section holds the beat, and just laughs. The contemporary Christmas music is the Metronome of the evening.

Omg. The garlic, warm chowder surrounds my head with its comforting aroma.

The entire Symphony of sounds is slowly raising as more elixir is consumed. By 6p, I won’t be able to hear myself. It is intoxicating to me.

Human interaction, connection, love, tolerance… they are all in the room with me. Right now.

And I notice. Right now.

Happy Easter

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“Rue in Paris”, Paris sketch, $20. 00

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Looking back through my photos, I took three separate shots of this building at three separate times, on three separate days: one at night and two during the day. I must have really been drawn to it. Ha. It was near where I was staying, but sadly I cannot tell you which rue.

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Isn’t it magnificent? I played with a little black glitter on the roof. Imagine lots of cars and pedestrians in front of it. I didn’t feel like portraying them. 💙

Available. $20.00 framed

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