Thoughts of, “oh yeah…. I remember now, the way it was in those early summer days in the Pacific Northwest!”
Sunshine and Roses
Sometimes in blogs, we get carried away.
Making it seem as if we’re living the life of Riley.
No pun intended.
But, I’m going to admit…. that, “No. Not All, was not sunshine and roses on my summer retreat!”
It never is.
Dilemmas, injuries, interrogations, all the usual suspects and then some, came out to try to cause mayhem.
But the overriding fact is “Love does, leave a memory No one can steal.”
A Rose for Love
Below a rose.
Lisa’s Rose just outside my bedroom window
Hints of subtle context, perhaps so.
Only the tips of the closest leaves are clearly seen, visible and identifiable.
The rest of the rose is so softly diffused and dissolving.
What mysteries the artist, could…. infer if we were,
to pause and reflect a moment?
Perhaps about the person who gave, or the person viewing, or even as a metaphor for some other and deeper things?
Summary on Summer Retreat
As artists, we dig and delve.
We fill our wells so that we may create with restored vitality, fresh imagination, wild creativity once again.
There is of course more to come about this summer trek, including cobalt teal rivers, rainbow waterfalls, and demon hordes of thirsty mozzies set to drain us within 5 minutes of reaching our destination. Should be entertaining. Cheers.
I created a random design, using a discarded cereal box to cut shapes from.
Then … I thought I’d try to be clever. Tricky. Try something new.
Instead of doing the normal thing, I chose to try a new path. I used small foam sticky pads to adhere those shapes to my base plate.
You never know. Until you try.
It didn’t work properly.
It would’ve been better had I used my regular glue ie (acrylic matte medium) to glue the cut cardboard shapes onto the base plate.
The sticky foam pads, allowed the cut out shapes to fall and sink unevenly. Which meant that the ink being rolled on the plate from the brayer, wouldn’t be level and smooth. The ink would be a hit and miss affair…….oh dear.
Too late. I needed to try, to make it work.
I was in class, it was a demo for Atwell Gallery class.
What. do you do?
You get on with it.
I gave up trying to continue on with the normal hand printing process with barren and wooden spoon to get the ink onto the paper.
The shapes were too uneven and the ink wasn’t ‘catching.’ Wasn’t getting onto the paper.
I used Masa paper a very versatile paper great for lots of media. And my hand, mainly my thumb to press the ink onto the paper from the shapes.
This last print, I think is rather nice. Not as solid dark as the others, it has more feeling in it.
There is some lovely texture, tonal variations.
It seems to have a mood to it.
The other collograph I constructed not using the foam tabs, was a much better plate.
It provided a far superior printing experience that I let a student borrow for class.
Still, I do enjoy this one featured.
It was a challenge.
Its kind of cool.
I used a wonderful ink, not available now.
A professional grade, gorgeous velvety black Daniel Smith oil based printing ink.
I had some saved from about 15 years ago.
It Still, is still great to use.
It rolls out perfectly. Even after all these years.
In class I demonstrated soaking a variety of good printmaking papers, including Rives.
This process worked out nicely. whew.
I love doing this, with the oil ink and using better quality print papers which provides such a beautiful professional finish for even beginners.
Spendy… but hey, once in awhile its a fabulous pleasure. And, bear in mind, it can last decades.
experiments, may not go the way you expect
back up plans, creative thinking go a long way to making even those work out ok
buying good quality materials, though more money, usually proves to be more cost effective in the long run
And I enjoy art every day. In one form, or another.
Sometimes I go into my garden to pause and reflect on the colors, aromas, the sounds that it brings.
Other times I write. Or photograph, or draw or, doodle.
This. Is art.
I’ve come to think of my art classes, the curriculum and lessons as a form of art in itself as well. It often involves research of new methods and new tools; of the masters that are relevant to the specific group I’m currently teaching.
My work… has become, in a sense another form of art.
A Changed Lane
I could, indeed feel bad or guilty about not painting like I used to.
But I am, still creating.
Looking around the corners for new shapes, subjects, colors, ideas.
I haven’t stopped, nor has this slowed down one bit.