July 6, 2009

Collograph Textures


I am obsessed with rug design lately, mainly because I need a huge one for my living room and have been searching for two years solid. I change my mind a lot (I realize this is not breaking news) and get inspired by anything blowing past me in the breeze so this is likely going to be a long search....a real expedition.


I can't help spotting printmaking methods or typical printmaking looks in some of the designs, such as the Cordelia line in Tracy Porter's work. Click her name for the link. Reduction woodcut, perhaps? I can see the possibility. This got me to thinking about my own work, and whether it would transfer well if I concentrated efforts there. Some day. Down the road, you know.

I found an old folder in my stash with snaps of collograph textures that might be fun rugs...I wish I could find a web site that would let you make your own designs into rugs similar to Spoonflower where you can design your own fabric. That's on my long and short "To Do" list. If you have not seen this web site, mark out at least four hours in your day to explore and get psyched about the options! Fair warning!

Here are a few of my old prints and/or close-ups of them, including silkscreen textures to examine and think about in terms of tufted rugs and woven textiles? Just for fun:









































July 4, 2009

Independence Day



I was supposed to be born on the 4th of July, but apparently showed my independence and chose a day more to my liking almost two weeks later. This made for a not-so-pleasant pregnancy for my mom who had to tolerate the high heat that Minnesota summers are known for, but I understand she kept cool downing plenty of root beer and watermelon (two of my most favorite edibles, as it so happens!). I'm going to take a stab and guess she ate a lot of pie as well, as it tops the list for me in nearly any form.



This blog entry has nothing to do with printmaking except that I had to use a wine bottle to roll out my pie crust because I dropped my marble rolling pin on a cement floor last year when I was rolling wet Rives BFK between crisp, clean blotting paper for the press. So far, the wine bottle is a good substitute in a pinch. Next time I'll buy wood but I do like the weight of marble and wine, so now I am in a conundrum. ha.



This lovely TAYBERRY pie (with a handful of regular raspberries) is going to be shared at a potluck beach gathering. It has about 20 minutes left to go but the house already smells like heaven: sweet from the berries and cedar-y from the forest outside wafting on a breeze through my open doors and windows. A little Lyle Lovett, a little Ryan Adams in the background...a perfect summer day.




It would be most excellent if I had time to slouch on my deck and enjoy the sun, but the more likely agenda today involves washing all those windows! Playtime comes later, and hopefully tomorrow involves more etching.

Happy 4th of July!
Here she is!



PS: This is the only pie crust recipe I will use, passed on by my mother to me:

3 Cups pre-sifted flour
1 1/3 Cup shortening
1 egg
1 Tablespoon white vinegar
1/3 Cup water

Cut in the flour to the shortening with two forks. In a separate bowl, beat the water, egg and vinegar with a fork. Add to the flour and mix. Divide in half or in thirds and roll out each layer on a floured surface to about 1/8" thick.

Notes: I forgot the vinegar today and can tell...my theory is this adds some kind of elasticity and I bet too, that I will notice it absent in the taste, but we'll see. I would not leave it out next time. The dough is very sticky when you're done with the fork action, but at this stage, I move it to a heavily floured table and flop, roll, toss, turn, roll and repeat a few times. The little extra flour is perfect and it has always been no-fail for me. Thank you my dear Mama! It makes enough crust for nearly two pies and can be frozen for later use. I guess I roll mine a bit thicker than 1/8" too, and I brush it with a a bit of beaten egg. I think I have used cream in the past, or half-and-half, and it may produce a lighter golden brown than the photo above.

June 21, 2009

The Only Thing Blooming in My Yard Right Now



Good things come in small packages......can you even stand how cute these are? They're like little flower people showing their faces, some even with a little bowing nod. They must know I made my first etching at home this afternoon!

June 14, 2009

Sunday Dinner

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Pull a chair out at your Sunday table, sit down gently, and settle in to where you are comfortable.



Slide the crisply pressed white linen napkin out from under the polished silver, unfold it ceremoniously, and tuck it into your shirt collar or across your lap as is your preference. Place both feet firmly on the ground, and shush now—no scraping or fidgeting allowed. Say a prayer if that is your pleasure or your custom.

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Tip your chin upward ever so slightly in anticipation. Take a deep, long breath, longer than you think can. Longer. Good. There you go.



Prepare to Feast on these beautifully scrumptious white peonies from my mama’s well-tended garden, which are still just coming into their own having graced my kitchen for a week. They have aged and ripened to perfection, thick with the heady scent that forces your eyes to close as you bury your nose deep into the petals. Let the ruffles brush across your cheeks, and recall days gone by.



You imagine days of innocence, endless hours of simplicity, blissful minutes of calm unknowing, and distant calls of delicate songbirds, even if you have never experienced all of those things at once before. You open your eyes and dreamily peer into the complex layers of white, cream, and ivory, wisely understanding that each of those colors is vastly different from the other, and you smile with delight at just the slight reveal of burgundy-tinged fuchsia that blushes sparingly along the edge of just one or two petals in the whole bunch—a special fluke of nature, fashioned just for You.



Ohhhh, you begin to salivate because the layers and layers and layers of fluffy floral goodness make you think of cake frosting, which usually follows with, um, Cake (insert hallowed angels singing operatic arias world-wide, uniting in crescendo).



It’s okay. Indulge with a nibble. Take multiple bites. I won’t tell. Ease your chair back, and politely leave the linen on the table next to your place setting. I recommend a lazy nap after your meal, preferably in a swinging hammock doused with the summer sun.

Happy Sunday.


June 13, 2009

Plate Prep



This is posted to prove I am committed! In the photo you will see hard ground asphaltum painted on polished copper with a foam brush. Yes, I know I made a huge mess and I am quite pleased with myself about that. Hard ground is like molasses but not as thick. I bought the non-toxic "Z Acryl" brand which is water-based but I have never used it before and was not set up with a backing board and catching tray for using the free-pour method from the bottle which allows the liquid to self-level and dry. I looked around the garage for some sort of plastic tray to catch the drippings with no luck, and then pulled out a large sheet cake pan from the kitchen. Pausing for a moment, I thought about how much I love cake and decided I could not sacrifice the pan even though I've not baked a sheet cake in something like, umm....15 years or more? It's just on principle: you never know when there is going to be a cake emergency and I, for one, would like to be prepared. So, I went old-school with the anti-green method using plain old asphaltum.

Prior to painting the hard ground--which will work as a resist in the etching tank to the line drawings I'll do--I solemnly degreased the copper surface by scrubbing with Bon Ami and Simple Green using a thick piece of felt. It felt just like old times in the acid room at the UW. To some, the process may sound tedious but it becomes a kind of meditation while I map out in my head where I am going with it. Yeah, sure I do, just like I map out where I am driving (WINK to those who know the extent of my geographical dyslexia).

If my plate actually etches in my own home studio, and everything works as planned, I will fall over in disbelief! Maybe that would call for baking a cake....

June 7, 2009

The Blog is Back


OK. I am done pouting. I admit, I temporarily slogged the blog (if slogged is not a word, it is now!). If you see where I left off in the winter of 2008, I was in a bad place with all of that silly snow and no hope in sight of printing any time soon, so I put the blog in hiding.


It's now a half a year later (choke, gasp!) and things are different. I could not have known then the tough spring that would impose with heartbreaking, unexpected losses: the first, a dear friend and printmaking instructor and the second--just a month or so later--my darling, sweet aunt. Their absence is new, and difficult. In his presence, I was guaranteed laughter, acceptance, witty commentary, and golden answers to all of my befuddling printmaking questions. In her presence, I only knew two things: that fun was on the horizon, and that she loved me. Their unfortunate and untimely deaths remind me...time is precious. Time mustn't be wasted. I knew this. I know this. I just don't put it into practice as often as I could.


So, a clean slate.

The sun is out, the flowers are waking, my lettuce is growing, the birds are chirping, the light is dancing in my trees, and the Quiet is an entity of its own out here on the island. Their deaths remind me: I am alive. I have blessings. I have opportunity.

















Baby steps. Baby steps again with a return to art. Today, I did not get to draw or paint but I did dream as I laid the groundwork for future prints. The work was satisfying and methodical. I sanded copper plates that I cut on a step-shear last year. I polished out the light scratches and fingerprints of "Side A", and sprayed the back with stove paint to protect the surface of "Side B" which I can etch later. This required two trips to the hardware store due to a broken sander, but I was happy to run the errand, thankful for tools in general. I filled my etching tank with the ferric chloride I've been storing in gallon jugs for two years. I finished hooking up the aquarium bubbler and tubing that my dad helped me engineer which stirs the ferric to give an even, faster etch. It looks so simple now but took forever for me to figure out--so I am posting a photo of the "T" that loops the air tubes in a circle through the tank. We poked holes in it with a push pin. High tech. haha

























In between, I wandered around taking photos of a few features in my studio that came cheaply thanks to Craig's List (the drying rack and flat files), and special rigs my dad created for me. He put the flat files on a wheeled platform with a table top that holds my plastic trays for paper soaking--a genius set-up.


























He also made the stellar board rack with shelves that slide out so I can tape down my wet prints between newsprint, which causes them to dry flat without warping.













He helped me string a clothesline to hang my Tarlatan (a stiff cheesecloth used for wiping ink from the printing plate). I am most definitely lucky, and I am most definitely going to make a greater effort to get out there and produce ART.



















Part of that involves saying "Phooey" to the yard, the weeds, the wheelbarrow, the watering and did I say the weeds? So it won't be perfect....so what? It has instantly become crystal clear what will and won't be important at the end of my life, so here I go....

December 23, 2008

Just Say No to Snow

Awright.

Here is is. The progression of my snowy entombment.

Yeah-yeah, that's my Heavenly Bamboo out front, completely enveloped despite four to five vigorous broom brushings to free it--and that's after the day's melt, mind you, so it's a bit compressed. Normally, that bush stands brightly somewhere near or above my kneecaps. I'm 5"8," so you do the math. Needless to say, it is no longer heavenly. It's more like six feet under. This photo is posted purely for your pleasure: I suggest you play "Where's Waldo" with it--can you find it in posts below? And, as you can see, my maple tree is leaning precariously. I have given up hope on righting that one.


Moving on in this section of photos, we come to various icicles threatening peril.






One is a bad, blurry picture but it looks extra menacing and I got a kick out of it.









I take solace in this one because it dripped and melted into the shape of an angel. Really, don't you see it? It's totally there, what do you mean? I am not getting rummy with cabin fever! C'mon, use imagination. Clicking to zoom it up may help. I see the back of an angel with one wing lifting gently out to the right, the back of his two legs and yes, yes, he is almost en pointe with flexed calves and little feet turned sweetly.




I can hear you. "Someone had better call the paramedics to see if she's been poisoned by carbon monoxide. Horror!" or, "Perhaps she has overdosed on her mother's homemade caramels and her triglycerides are out of control!" Just humor me. I need to believe this little guy will make sure my skull is not pierced by the 'cicles the moment I leave the house. That... *is* going to happen again..... right?



Enjoy. I have nothing more to say about snow except go, Go, GO!

December 22, 2008

...and I am Officially Sick of This Snow

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Well, that was a quick reversal. I am done with the pretty white and want my green grass back. I want to get out of the house and down hills that are not blocked off due to buckets of snow and ice. I want to step outside without fear of death-by-falling-icicle. How my relatives handle months of this in Minnesota, I will never know! I suppose you get used to it but I have been essentially housebound since last Tuesday.

I keep brushing off the plants, trying to save them, but the snow obliterates them every night. Here is the latest--my large flower pots are buried despite that I have swept a lot away (compare to more visible pots below). The bare-branched blueberries are sitting in a sea of snow. I had no appetite left to take more photos, plus I worked from home all day. It has really morphed into one giant marshmallow and all pretty detail has been lost among the trees.

December 19, 2008

It's Officially Splendid

The sun finally came out today. The Winter Wonderland of White was already pretty darn fabulous but the blue skies and sun sparkles officially pushed the envelope to spectacular. Notice the "Jack Frost" creeping up on the glass along my deck, and how enchanting are those walking trails at bottom?






December 18, 2008

December 18 Snow pics

If you scroll down to "First Snowfall" you can compare the Heavenly Bamboo bush in my front walk from a couple days ago to this photo, where only the top clump of it is visible. The foot prints are mine from last night as I swept the maple tree free of snow that threatened to break its boughs, only to accrue heavily overnight once more. The snow was up to my middle calves last night, and most of my steps were filled in with the night's snowfall.



I love this one, how the trees make kind of a window around my wood shed.





December 17, 2008

Snow pics, December 17, 2008


These photos were taken a few hours ago and are already outdated as the snow has been unrelenting. I have about 8 inches now, with no end in sight!

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I am quite aware this blog is becoming less and less about art and more and more about island living or the various obstacles that get in the way of my making art. It appears a bundle of pure procrastination but trust me, it's situational, not intentional, and it's juxtaposed with a very wistful desire to create. These issues plague many artists with other life obligations and anyway, I can hardly top this beauty or do it justice with an ink palette, because it's--well--REALLY, REALLY WHITE. The snow is still falling hard and I find myself glued to the windows, unable to move, just observing...observing. In that way, I am sort of fulfilling artistic destiny, right? ('Yes' is the right answer!).

Enjoy!

December 14, 2008

Deck the Halls


I made the wreath for my entrance this afternoon but then decided to take down "Two for Mirth" from where it usually hangs above my fireplace.

I swapped it out for the wreath hung very high above the mantle, and then made the garland you see here to lie beneath it.
I am skipping the tree this year: this is festive enough, I've decided. Really, it's more about the whopping mess I made whipping these together!!! I am spent and it will take all evening to put the place back together. It smells like Christmas, though, so I've achieved my goal today.

First Snowfall


Here's the first snowfall from last night; more is expected throughout the day, so it ought to be splendid in a few hours.



It's pretty darn exciting out there right now but has not reached splendid on the scale yet. It's more at the quaint Currier and Ives stage for the moment.




Today I will be making a big wreath on my painting easel cut from the cedar and fir boughs from my trees, and evergreen garlands for the top of the fireplace hearth. It's floral design ecstasy to be able to walk out the door in my not-so-shiny-anymore black barn boots (I've worn them in the last two years!) to cut whatever greens my heart desires. Maybe I will be able to find some red berries or white snowdrops this afternoon as well.

Gotta go start the fire--both literally, and creatively.

Warm Winter Thoughts to all,

Stephanie

November 30, 2008

Pea Soup

Pea Soup. No, that's not what was on our Thanksgiving table, but it's what I got plenty of today. Seriously, this was all I could see at my house:
I tried to catch the Headless Horseman riding off into the woods but he was too fast for me...

...and the back yard (you'll have to squint!):



You can't blame me for wanting to get out of this place. It was just too depressing to sit inside and make art. I got into my SUV and gleeful with the gas prices, filled 'er up and drove around and around the island as well as through the Skagit Valley. The mountains were blue with layers of mist that looked like perfectly placed cotton batting. I saw fields and fields of (I think) Trumpeter Swans, which were breathtaking, especially in flight.

I resisted the urge to drive out to the middle of the farmers' fields so you'll have to click to enlarge. I found at least five different fields full of them:


There were many ornament-like apples on trees for all the birds:


Then, I came upon this adorable little tree farm out past Conway. I love the topiaries! They looked like little cheerleader pompons rah-rah-ing amidst the rows of other trees...I did not capture them all. I know it's all planned in neat little farm rows but quite charming, nonetheless. It seemed like a very Happy Place, full of perfect Christmas trees as well, but no Happy People to be found anywhere! Hmmmn.



I missed the sparkle of the sun at the end of the day, but it was still pretty coming onto the island.

Home again.

November 15, 2008

Book Links and Bumblebees



OK, I just updated my Favorite Art Books list with actual web links on the blog to make them easier to find. Check 'em out! It was a nice diversion from the cries of my gutters-in-need-of-cleaning, which I am now going out to inspect wearing my best pout. I did order a nifty tool this morning that will make the job easier, but it's not here yet and I should not put off starting since it's so sunny and dry.

After that, I'll hop away to the copy shop to play around with images of this here Mistah Bumblebee I found (most unfortunately dead) on my porch some years ago. He was simply too fine to waste and it was just plain necessary that I celebrate him so I posed him in the best becoming ways I could think of.

Call me a weirdo and I'll call you one back if you don't think he is pretty neat-o.

He was huge. Colossal, in fact. I've never seen a Bumble quite like him in my life. I wish I could have witnessed him flitting about live, but I respect his sacrifice of life in the name of Art. It's my hope to memorialize him in a beautiful print as he endlessly fascinates and comforts me as a subject. I'll mess around with the copier zooming him up to larger-than-life size--which will be something--because as I said, he was a Giant Bumble to start.



What a decadent afternoon I will have, just playing and transferring his image to my new woodblocks.

Happy Saturday!

November 11, 2008

Blocks in Progress



Mapping out my image using cut-out shapes from failed prints.





MajorMessyPants. Could I have cleared my work table first? 'sppose. Did I? NO.



I find the messier the surface, the more free and spontaneous I can be; if it's ultra clean with a pure white butcher paper surface, it paralyzes me. That means the last of my dying dahlias that you in the vase were extra inspiring while I cut out the shapes of their petals today. ha

Fall, falling

Click to enlarge. It's very dreamy.

Feeling Unfocused



Well, I have the day off to celebrate freedom given to me by all veterans (many, many thanks). I am approaching that task quite seriously by wasting time in general versus raking leaves, trimming perennials, or cleaning the gutters. It's a rather mild fall day out here on the island--I am sitting just over 500 feet in elevation, if I recall, so my back yard forest is blanketed in a white mist that's kind of spooky. I poked my head down the street to see the fall leaves and it was clearer there (photo above).

I then took some photos of these delightfully orange funghi or (?) that cropped up in my driveway a couple of days ago.



Waxy weirdness!! The shape reminds me of cockscomb which I used to love to use back in the day when I was a floral designer. Thank you, House, for knowing better than to grow some dreary, ordinary brown mushrooms that would not amuse me whatsoever.



Needless to say, I am padding around aimlessly, feeling very unfocused despite having started my morning with an eye exam. Came back for lunch, but now I am feeling the urge to leave the house again with my camera. It's a pretty big itch to go play adventurer, but really the weather won't make for good photos so alas, (gasp!), I am threatening to MAKE something:



Actually, truth be told, I have been dutifully carving away on my Shina blocks in past weeks, determined to force results, but the wood is so soft that I am not even interested in printing them due to the poor line quality I achieved. So, I trekked to my local lumberyard and snatched up this hemlock instead. I had tested a sample piece in my dad's wood shop with good, clean cuts. I don't seem to read much about printmakers using hemlock



but they didn't have any birch or cherry on hand for me. Now, if I could only lay off the coffee and FOCUS, focus! I want to make everything from images of chairs to bumblebees to chandeliers to flowers to landscapes to figs and pomegranates, and back again! My lack of focus made me remember this funny study I read about years ago, so I searched for it on the web.
Here's one link to pretty creative research from the fine folks at NASA concerning how spiders weave their web under the influence of various drugs. With regard to caffeine, they report in part that it "makes spiders incapable of spinning anything better than a few threads strung together at random." The web link posts this picture:



Yup. That's me, all over the place in willy-nilly fashion. Can't seem to avoid it lately. To gain full appreciation, you must first check out the photo of the drug-free spider web from the link. I will take this scatterbrain effect into careful consideration and perhaps switch to Good Earth decaf tea which is perfect for the season with its citrus-cinnamon-spicy-goodness.

Enough chatter. Off I go.

October 14, 2008

Old prints


Woodblock, using power tools...



I showed a new friend some old prints this weekend and decided to post a few things for the heck of it.




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Silkscreen Monoprint, using transparent medium to block colors from running when using the squeegee. Oh, say that word again! Squeeeee-geeeee. haha




Collograph:





Woodcut:

September 21, 2008

Letting Go



Ok, inspired by the new book I purchased, Trust the Process: An Artist's Guide to Letting Go, I am not apologizing for not making art. I am busy doing other things, like growing these fine carrots that went into a whopping big pot of homemade vegetable soup tonight.

Today was definitely art-filled as my senses were all on high alert, stimulated by the colors and shapes of all the gorgeous produce I found and gathered in my yard and at the store. I was happy to have such variety and the ability to cook them all up on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Ok, it wasn't all that lazy as I have been cooking my brains out for the last four hours, but now I have a whole week of health prepared in my 'fridge.

I went out to pull the carrots and found my dahlias in full-blast bloom with all the rain--it looks like a carnival out there with hot magentas, yellows, reds and oranges. These things inspire me and prompt me to react spontaneously to them, letting go the ideas of "shoulds" and "musts" and "better do." Cutting bouquets or even cabbages, onions, peppers and tomatoes is good for my soul, just like inks and paints will be when they call me. Just too many distractions now. Ok, there I go, apologizing! Shhhh......

September 8, 2008

Is there any art left within me???



Grrrr. Summer was barely here and slipped away before I knew it. Yes, I know today was lovely, balmy heaven but the last nicest weekend was spent mostly on my riding lawn mower. Although that thing is as much fun as any race car out there, my license plate should read, "I'd rather be printing." I additionally scrubbed for hours upon hours all the custom stamped concrete paths and patios around the house before applying a coat of glossy new finish. I wore the skin right off my thumb to prove it. Just call me Cinderella (hmmmn....note to Self, I am due for a chimney sweep).

I also moved 10 cubic yards of DIRT this summer--wheelbarrow by countless wheelbarrow full. My favorite angels on earth saved me with a final big assist on the last obnoxious chunk of it. (THANK YOU). So, it's not as if I've been lazing around but I will admit, I am pouting that I have not produced a single likeable print here at the house. I think I have developed a phobia of the art materials I once was so comfortable with, which means it's time to get out my Art & Fear book again!

It won't be long before I must carry my inks in from the garage studio so they don't react poorly with the cold temps. I'll make it my goal this year to develop the indoor studio upstairs so I have a place to work all winter. No reason I can't develop my printmaking plates up there once I figure out the table surface configuration that I want. If I had my act together now, the skylights would help me squeeze the last bits of daylight savings before winter truly pounces. It's all a process, and I know it will come around some day, but I am impatient now! At least we all know I won't be ordering THIS pile of dirt again to distract me next spring! Sheesh, what was I thinking?? I don't know if there is any more art lurking within me but ridding myself of that brown monkey should give me a head start for printmaking next year. I parked the riding lawn mower on Sunday and caught a glimpse of my 7th grade art project on the shelf (see also Older Post, 2007 Convention Capsized). I sheepishly brought him
inside as a quiet reminder that somewhere, deep down, my creativity is hiding. I feel rusty now, like I might as well be 12 or 13 again, but this stage will not last forever.

August 24, 2008

Garden Art

Note, the formatting was screwed up by Blogger months after I posted this and I can't figure out how to fix it, so sorry for the misplaced captions!

My Front Walk. Click to Enlarge

Today is a sleepy day and I've not managed much of anything this weekend except to grab some much needed down time with no chores or obligations. Well, those are still annoyingly there but I am defiantly ignoring them in favor of restoring some sanity. So far, that has come through the form of some scrumptiously soft, romantically grey, Baby Alpaca yarn that I picked up at Village Yarn & Tea. This is such a delightful store--I can't believe they don't have more pictures of the cozy inside on their web site. Anyway, the alpaca is pleasingly chunky and thick and it loves my new bamboo needles. I have been knitting away on a black version of the same fluffy stuff and I love how it handles. More on that later.

View from the Dining Room North

Hollyhock. Click to Enlarge

In between fiddling with yarn, I strolled out to the gardens to take some photos and since I am not producing art right now, I am giving myself credit for growing all of these creative blooms!


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Hollyhock Cluster

Facing Northeast

Facing West

Looking through the Joe Pye Weed to the Well House

Red Dahlias.
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Outside the Guest Room. Click to enlarge

Plenty of Bees at My House!

Looking South

Pictures never do the flowers justice among the oh-so-tall trees that form a haven around me, but some turned out ok on this dark cloudy day. It has just begun to rain again, which will make the blossoms very happy.

My Favorite Dahlia. Click to Enlarge for Full Appreciation!

So many of my dahlias have not even come into bloom. How can summer be over already? The change in weather, the morning white mists, and the breathtaking blood orange sunrise I caught when driving off island last Friday all tell me we're moving quickly into fall. Maybe next week will surprise me but until then, I had to remind myself summer was here, if only for July and half of August!

End of the Bee Balm.

July 27, 2008

Woodblock Carving


Poppies caught my fancy today. This is a woodblock with a very spontaneous drawing in black Sharpie pen to guide me. I think most printmakers stain their wood with a diluted wash of India Ink so they can see where they have cut. I also spent the weekend making papercuts using scissors, trying to see how far I could go without interrupting the line. I cut a series of flower shapes after Agapanthus and Allium Flavum which are the cutest things ever. Well, I had better watch myself, as I also adore Bee Balm (this red flower below, from my garden) and Lisianthus, and at least 4,600 other flowers just as much. I shall dole out my flower affections more carefully in the future.

Anyway: if I don't want to ink-wash the wood, my other method is to place the papercuts on top of the woodblock and lightly dust over the top with a colored spray paint. This has the added advantage of allowing me to "print" on the woodblock before it's carved. I can use different colors to spray and lay the papercuts down in layers, which I think would help mapping for a reduction woodblock print, something I have yet to try. I can play around with the papercuts in composition and they also serve as a stencil when printing, depending how substantial the paper is. I love going wild with the scissors, twisting and turning the paper in my hands without much thought, using all instinct. It's a way to give over control--always a good thing.

I'm using Shina plywood from McClain's Printmaking catalog, but I think it's too soft for my taste. It tends to want to shred and tear after I have cut a line boundary. I can't get the sharpness I'm desiring. If there are any printmakers reading right now, I would love to hear what you use for your blocks. I don't want it too hard, as this is still a chore to cut, but I want sharp edges that are not furry or that tend to lift when cutting another line in close proximity. Comments please!

Top Five Groovin’ Things About Sunday

1. Fresh rain showers to water my flowers for me (wow, when did it last rain around here)?!

2. Santa Cruz Organic Sparkling Tangerine…fizzy wonder in a bottle.

3. These bloomin’ roses from my garden: does it get any more lush than this?

4. Working in my studio in my purple pajamas, thick wooly green socks, and blue garden clogs for hours (I was in a zone!). Turns out not putting energy into my outfit boosts my creativity! Who knew?

5. Podcasts to keep me company:

This American Life, my decade-long addiction;
Story Corps;
This I Believe;
Cool Hunting Video, the most amazing thing I have stumbled on in quite awhile. It’s a very exciting compilation of short interviews of artists and designers about their process. I am loving this one in a big way, although I can’t get the video to work on my Ipod—only the computer. That’s OK, if I were watching my Ipod, I would not be diligently carving on this wood block today:

Test Plate Follow-Up



These are lame but they were just tests, right? I printed one plate over an old print because I didn't want to waste paper (the green one with blue over the top) and the other is a ghost print (second print from a single plate with residual plate tone ink). I'll tuck these into my mental library about what I liked or did not about the method. These were done from the foil plates which I found hard to wipe with Tarlatan. Maybe I should use the other side of the foil. I liked cutting out paper and tape better than some of the fabric circles I made for texture. Not very innovative of me, but I see far more possibilities with just paper shapes in collograph, brushed on with acrylic matte medium or laid under foil secured with contact cement. I have done many collograph plates but needed to reacquaint myself as too much time has passed.

July 18, 2008

Test Plates





Oh, the tedium of making test plates is nearly unbearable as I just want to dive in with both hands and make real art, right now, using all the vigor that would be required to knead bread dough (specifically brioche, my fave). Patience is not my virtue, but I have learned at least one small ounce of wisdom in my 43 years (yikes, did I say that number? I am still getting used to it). If I don't do the tests, I pay for it in the end with wasted materials and unhappy images, so here I am, creating in the moment little collograph plates using a foil method. I laid down some sprinkles of carborundum in modeling paste for texture; I used an outliner pen with liquid lead that creates a raised line; I cut shapes from Bristol and old prints on Reeves BFK cotton rag paper that should result in shapely line work. I have other plates I've not yet foiled with circles of fabric cut-outs that I sprayed with shellac as a sealer. I'll test print those with and without foil over the top, the latter of which is meant to reproduce a zinc or copper etching effect. I'll print all of my tests soon and see what technique I like best for creating new images.

Slowly but surely, I'll get there.

July 14, 2008

Vacation

OK. I took my workshop which was somewhat of a train wreck--wrought with problems, a missing instructor for the entire first day, disorganization with the supply list, inadequate supplies, and lack of refinement in the proposed process put before us that led to disaster all around. Some people made lemonade out of lemons and others just couldn't get up to speed because the materials would not cooperate--specifically Image-On, which I've had great success with in the past. This mucked-up mess has only made me more determined to produce something this week, however. I have the luxury of a week + a weekend ahead of me to CREATE in my studio. The island is cooperating with inspiring sunny weather; the garden is growing lush and full; the birds are chirping away--albeit starting at 3:30 a.m., which is not to my liking but somehow I tuned it out this morning and have energy to burn.

Most exciting is the coming hour where I will be planting my big fun birthday present from my parents: five--count them, FIVE--gorgeous blueberry bushes which I found on my porch last night after the workshop's end. They are so pretty and frilly and besides that, they hold the promise of my favorite fruit ever! They're loaded with berries, in fact! Rah!!!!!!!!!! I've got to figure out where on the property they will go, and then I'll post a picture perhaps. I'll also be posting more frequently now--as soon as I clean out my closets and find the battery to my digital camera, for gawd's sake. This vacation is MUCH needed.

Happy Sum-sum-SUMMER!

April 28, 2008

Back to White

Ok, Miss Jilly--or I should say Mrs. Jilly is doing well and got her "cancer free" papers so off comes the pink backdrop for my blog and we're back to white....as in blank slate...as in artist's block. I have been avoiding the printing press in lieu of doing something much easier--selling Dave Svilar's artwork for him while he and Jill are in Minnesota for her treatment. That was knock-down simple as the guy possesses major talent. Now I'm facing the need to again turn back to my own biz and produce some bundle of creativity that will make my heart sing. That's semi-in-progress as I unloaded two and a half cubic yards of rich black dirt into the first garden bed on my property this weekend. The garden is there only through the good graces of dear old Dad who once again has come through for me in helping dig and wheelbarrow out the old clay in exchange for primo stuff: a mix of sand, compost, topsoil, and chicken manure. Oh, what dreams are made of!

So, that counts for creativity, right? It's pending in a different form, that's all! What if I plant the carrots in concentric circles and repeating patterns that dance through borders of complementary colored veggies? Would that be more legit? Except, oops! What is the opposite of orange on the color wheel?? Um...BLUE! It's blue! So...that means...I have to find blue veggies somewhere. Okay, forget that unappetizing thought. I'll do a nice monochromatic scheme with orange, perhaps, or I'll pick a tertiary color for the neighboring vegetables. Truly, it will count as art, I'm sure of it!

Who am I arguing with???

Grin. While I am on the fence about what project to start and not finish, I did buy some linocut tools and I've been line drawing. Wow, am I out of practice. Looking forward to a collagraph and photo intaglio workshop at Pratt this summer to get my head in the right space for once!

Signing off with promises to myself to produce something soon. Here it is in black and white...not much longer can I hide.

April 3, 2008

GONE PINK

PINK. Yes, that's right. It's a little gawdy--ok, a lot gawdy--as a backdrop for all of my previous posts. I am on hiatus as I am joining the PINK team!! PINK as in supporting my verybestfriendintheworld, Jill Wolverton Svilar, who at the bright and beautiful age of 33 is battling breast cancer. I am working on some creative art cards at the moment with the hope of selling them to raise funds for my dear pal whose full time job is now to get healthy, leaving cancer in the dust. I'll tell a longer story later, but for now, I am checked out of this blog with energy happily shifted toward lifting and encouraging Jill and her husband Dave.

Please visit this blog too, in honor of Jill, which just got up and running and will be updated with stories and posts about fund raising from her friends and family in three states: Help Jill Get Up the Hill.

Please support her husband Dave Svilar, who writes about their life adventures together and apart in the very entertaining website called Alpine Fever. You'll find yourself with immediate wide eyes going ga-ga over Dave's talents as a photographer. By all means check out his sister site for fine art photography that you can order on line. Any purchase of Dave's art will certainly help them out as they were living on another continent when the diagnosis came, and they were forced to quit their jobs to return to the states for treatment at Mayo Clinic. Go to www.davidsvilar.com and spend some bucks!

February 24, 2008

Rough Start

Well, this has been a dark, cold, dull month. It has amounted to a lot of pent-up energy waiting to break loose with wild abandon, and yesterday’s tease of afternoon sun gave me the excuse to do just that. I attacked the property with more verve than I’ve had since I was in my 20s. I raced around the yard and started by digging up the dahlia patch.



I know I’m drastically behind in this effort, as it’s well past the first frost, but better late than never. I said the same thing last spring when I found myself very delayed in ordering and planting my dahlia selection. None could be found locally when I began looking at the end of May, so I bought them on line and received a couple of small boxes in the mail with truly questionable, sad specimens nested in the shredded paper packing. They were shriveled, dry, and smaller than I expected—obviously the runts of the litter that all the good gardeners had turned a nose to. It was my own fault for not being better organized so without any grumbling, I tossed them into the ground with crossed fingers late last June.

They took awhile to get a move on, but I was extremely pleased to see that my green thumb had not all but vanished with relocation to this new house. I wound up with a prolific crop of dinner-plate sized blooms along with smaller grapefruit-sized ones that were nothing to sneeze at. I gave buckets of them away and they brought me great joy. Imagine how psyched I was then, when digging up the tubers today, long after I really should be, to find that the rains had not drowned and molded them! Nope! Those single tubers grew and multiplied like crazy into big, bursting handfuls and clusters of the same. They’re now drying out in the garage (ahem… studio) at the toe of the printmaking press. I dug out my Sharpie pen and sticky labels, marking some with numbers and some with names depending what faded handwriting of mine still remained on the wooden garden stakes. I made too many labels that now read “unknown” before I realized it wasn’t actually necessary! I was so bent on being efficient that I didn’t catch I could have left them tag-free without any difference. That means this year, it will be a bit of a grab bag as to what colors I place where in the ground, but I’m happy to sprinkle confetti. It’s likely to be more interesting that way.

I also ran around picking up fallen tree limbs and evergreen boughs for the burn pile, and pulled an impressive amount of weeds. I woke up stiff and sore from all the activity today, and let myself putter inside instead. The sun is hiding anyway. I grew slightly manic, desperately wanting something similar to Saturday’s productivity but couldn’t decide where to apply myself. This translates to my admission that I have taped approximately 47 paint chips to three walls between my living and dining rooms, and because those weren’t large enough to satisfy or give the “Ooh-that’s-it!” visual, I had to find larger blocks of color. It was simply serendipity that I found the exact (the exact!!) same shade in the linen closet which held four large napkins and four placements that would serve my intended purpose. So….yup…. those are also taped all over the walls at this point. I had to look at the color in all lights and this required that I hop up and down on chairs, up on the stone fireplace hearth, up on the kitchen island—you know, to get the aerial view. In between, I watched a movie, had some English muffins, some hot coffee, and chatted on the phone with my mum who also finds herself playing with color choices today, but in the form of quiltmaking. I told her that to my overwhelming dismay, I could not paint the house rightthisminute because it turns out no Benjamin Moore dealers are open on Sunday. Drat! This dredged up some bad crabbitude until it dawned on me that I could shuffle out to the press and ponder my colored inks with perhaps as much satisfaction.



Once there, it was still too cold to mix the pigments, I decided, so I made myself just stand in my paint-spattered overalls in front of the cozy space heater. It took about 10 minutes and a little pacing to get in the right head space, but then I started carving a woodblock that I began before Christmas and I lost track of time. Why, why is it so hard to get started when I love it so much?



I made decent progress but alas—as it’s still too cold for my liking, I have returned inside to blog, to build a fire, get warm, have some dinner, and teach myself Photoshop or Adobe Illustrator this evening—also something that is long overdue. As with the dahlias, all I can hope for from my belated effort today is that the inspiration grows and flourishes into a handful or cluster of prints that I can share, which will reap rewards and bring me great joy. Better late than never.

February 13, 2008

Collograph Studies


February 12, 2008

Untitled monoprint



This print and the similar one below represent very, very beginning stabs at monoprint. The black marks were made by rolling a brayer with oil-based ink onto clean newsprint. The ink is allowed to dry until just tacky, at which point you can flip it ink-side down on your printmaking paper and draw through the back of it. It's a very simple transfer method and essentially like making your own carbon paper! Some lines were drawn with the end of a paintbrush. The odd oval shapes were ummm....okay....uh....traced lines around my Elmer's glue bottle. Hey, I'm not proud of it! Just being honest. I could play all pretentious and try to convince you that it was an abstract form of sea life or something. In trade for not doing that to y'all, no judgment! haha. The random scatterings of dots come from where my hand touched the paper while drawing and handling the pre-inked newsprint.

I do like this technique quite a lot and certainly I intend to refine it more to my advantage some day. At this learning stage of printmaking, it was a baby step and all in the name of experimentation. There was a lot on my plate at the time and I was learning how to manipulate gooey, sticky, and very runny lithography inks as opposed to stiff, more dry but still-sticky etching inks. Learning how to implement ink modifiers was a challenge that I have yet to master...like ......gosh, what was it? Magnesium carbonate to add more body? That rings a bell in the far recesses of my memory bank, but these days, that's a fairly deep abyss so it means nothing! Could be just some random leftover trivia from the few science classes I took, ricocheting around my brain in a last-ditch effort to prove that one day, I could make use of those miserable credits, drop a reference, and sound smart. Well, I've gone and whupped that idea clear to Texas, now haven't I? I'll post this in good humor before I go off and find it's the main ingredient in Comet for cleaning sinks. Needless to say: Printmakers, don't trust me and try it at your own peril.

February 9, 2008

Jumping Through Hoops



Jumping through hoops...something I don't do anymore. :)

February 8, 2008

Untitled Monoprint

February 7, 2008

Reworked etching


This was one of the first zinc etching plates I made in my printmaking classes years ago. After I finished my final BFA project (Two for Mirth), I had a little bit of time left in the quarter and started to rework old plates. I played with further development through aquatinting and monoprinting using a lot of tint base extender in the Graphic Chemical inks.

Scroll down to compare to the original pomegranate in past posts or search that title. I think I am more interested now in the cropped closeups that I took with my digital camera as opposed to the full image. If I had time and access to nitric acid again, I might rework the plate more before cutting it down with metal shears into little square sections that could be printed in small-scale groupings or collaged into larger prints.


Click photo to enlarge.

I like the idea of robust seeds and plan to do some different etchings on copper that will involve figs with juicy greens, chocolate browns and deep purples.

February 5, 2008

Think Spring



Enough of this drab, taxing play called Winter! Show Spring into the room at once, and shame the former out of it with all of her billowing melodrama gathered up in a tattered apron. Oh, but she smiles unaffected, and impolitely refuses.

There is much banging about by Winter at my door tonight, complete with flickering of the lights and threats to cut power to my one amusement, the computer, on a night of sleeplessness. Too much caffeine, most likely. I chide myself but it's a useless, cyclical argument. Creamy warmth in a cup is my necessary vice to combat the dark chill outside. These days, inspired by a recent trip to Hawaii, I'll have a Triple Grande Coconut nonfat latte, but with a shot of whip, thank you very much, and must I really explain the dairy dichotomy to the baristas when everyone knows you don't waste calories on the moo? Geez.

At any rate, I am wired enough to throw a tantrum that might catch Spring's attention but nooooooo......her nose is still stuck in last year's blissful bouquets and she can't hear me. Thus, I poured through some old portfolios that reminded me of a sunnier time and found these soft blue and red etchings of bunnies.




There were three bunny plates but I never got to finish or print them all in a sequence that I liked. These remind me of embroidery or crewel or a tapestry of sorts...this bunny is behind a curtain on the upper left...Spring has pulled it back for us to take a look at what awaits: gleeful blooms and hopping rabbits. I had up to six at a time last spring...tiny baby bunnies came to my doorstep and chased each other around the Joe Pye Weed under the guest room windows, to my total delight. I knew I bought the right house!!

I am still learning my digital camera and didn't bother much with lighting effects as spontaneity called tonight, but you can double-click to enlarge the photos for more clarity if you like. With regard to method: these are copperplate etchings. The original image was taken from my sketchbook--a pen drawing probably no bigger than 2" by 3". It was hand-watercolored and then enlarged on a copy machine to a transparency measuring about 9"x 12". I used the same method described in the flower prints somewhere below, where I used Image-On to transfer my drawing to the copperplate before etching. Each plate has a matching aquatint plate separate from the line drawings that I can mix and match at whim. Here, I skipped the aquatint plate and it's all line etching that you see.

Winged Victory


Haha!!! First thing, and I DO MEAN the first thing I have drawn since 2005. Just messing around for five minutes with a funky piece of Char-Kohl or whatever that stuff is called. I love how it nearly melts in my hand on paper, and how it gets all smeary and sultry if I smoosh it around with my fingertips. This was nothing done in any seriousness a'tall. I had simply forgotten what charcoal felt like on paper. One step at a time...dipping my toe back in the water....diving will follow after a bit of wading in the pool.

This is of my most favorite statue ever in the Louvre, of course...the Winged Victory of Samothrace, which inspired me so at age 19, abroad in Paris. I have never forgotten how it made me draw in my breath when I first came upon it, and how it made me quiet--a very difficult thing to do!! I can remember stepping more lightly and walking softly around it...I did not want to leave the room. I think I sat for awhile on some steps and looked at it for a long time. I hope to go back some day, armed with a bit more appreciation and history under my arm. At some point maybe I'll draw it for real, with attention, but this was whimsical play for now. It was a victory getting me to do that much, with these cold feet I have! Can't I get over myself already!!?

January 5, 2008

Untitled Monoprint

January 4, 2008

Silkscreen experiments


Click any photo to enlarge.

January 1, 2008

End World Hunger

Well, that's an awfully lofty goal, you might say, but it's one resolution we could all reasonably succeed at in 2008 with very little effort. I thought nothing good could come from me lying around in bed on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, sick as a dying lizard and quite nearly the color I'd imagine one to be on its last legs before final perish. Hooray that I'm wrong! This nasty head-cold-meets-sinus-infection-introduced-to-headaches-bigger-than-Godzilla's-older-brother-turned-Tasmanian-Devil-in-a-blender has not been a ball per se, but it has allowed me to wake up this first morning of 2008 at the lively past-noonish-hour to search the web for new amusements with nothing more pressing on my agenda.

As I can rarely finish a conversation without mentioning the wonderments of NPR that bless my life daily, it comes as no surprise that through these folks, I found this Great New Thing.

I was a voracious reader as a kid and was frequently known to ask my parents "What does this word mean? " They were both teachers by profession and naturally seized the moment to encourage and direct my own learning by replying "Look it up in the dictionary." This usually prompted my foul wrinkled face and outwardly-stuck tongue from behind the pages of my book, some mocking and whispered muttering, and a good dose of silent, stuffed frustration: there was no WAY I was about to leave my fantasy world du jour to crawl out from under the afghan on our cozy red couch to look up a word in some other room of the house! I can remember occasionally begging for the answer and they would indulge me. This was not only-child spoiling mind you, but what made me grow to love words and reading all the more. It was one harsh reality to move out after high school and leave my nice cocoon environment with words on demand. Although I never admitted this to my mother, the first book I bought as an adult, albeit begrudgingly, was a Webster's Dictionary. Harrumph.

Now, despite my ornery self, I love the things. Go figure. A dictionary would make my desert island list because eventually, I would have to find new words for talking to myself. I am sure I hit Dictionary.com several times a day. That said, it would seem I just found my nerdy form of Nirvana through this addictive new web site called Free Rice: this is an amazing deal where you can boost your vocabulary--a perennial favorite among New Year's resolutions, no?--while also helping to quell world hunger. For every word you identify correctly, this organization will donate 20 grains of rice through the United Nations so please, try it daily with your morning coffee. Try it after lunch to stimulate you past the 2 o'clock hour when you want to nap. Try it every time you get to eat, and someone else doesn't. It gets more challenging as you go and you can set it under 'Options' to remember your current vocabulary level for the next time. How empowering!!! How inspiring!!! Why didn't I think of it?!?! I love the whole concept. It's a delightfully silly thing that solves a frighteningly sad thing.

If I can manage to read the tiny fine print through my watering eyes between rapid-fire sneeze sessions and my third box of Kleenex, I'll check out the manual for my new digital camera and learn how to operate the darn thing which is still in the box. Perhaps that will lead to an artful photoshoot of some rice the next time I get up to throw another log on the fire which would make this blog entry much more interesting. Or not.... I could just stay in bed and keep company with my cough and mucus while playing the vocabulary game, knowing that when the word phthisis comes up, I'll know exactly what it means and through the virtual world, hand someone a meal.

Happy New Year. 2008 can only be brighter, yes?

December 27, 2007

The Making of "Two for Mirth"



I posted this print when I first started the blog, but didn't write anything about it. Most of my friends and family know the story or source of inspiration for the print, so I'll not repeat that here; if interested, you could send an email. I note that on my computer, the colors are terribly bright but in real life, it's more subdued and relaxing to view. Don't know why I feel compelled to post my method in such great detail on this blog except to remind myself of how I did it for future reference in repeating the process. So, for non-printmakers, prepare to snooze. For fine artists who are interested in etching, maybe you can relate to all of these steps! Since I am feeling major guilt for not finding a way to actually print right now, this list temporarily pacifies me in recalling that once, I truly worked my tail off! That drive is in me, somewhere....I am hoping to rally after my upcoming vacation in sunny Hawaii.

The Two for Mirth prints combined printmaking methods of etching called intaglio and aquatint as well as drypoint and monoprint methods. Intaglio is the Italian word for ‘below the surface.’ I made many trial color proofs before choosing the above favorite for a small edition.

Etching involves acid or ferric chloride and a metal plate; in this case, zinc and nitric acid.

To create this intaglio piece, I performed these steps:

• I cut the zinc to size with a metal shears and filed the edges to make for a nice emboss. Most of these prints involved at least 3 metal plates and two plexiglass plates, in layers.
• I coated the zinc with an acid resist, also called a “ground” made of asphaltum. I used both soft and hard grounds in the making of this piece (soft ground allows 3D objects to make impressions that remain on the plate, whereas hard ground must be scratched through with a sharp tool to create a drawing. The soft ground yields like a footprint in mud).
• I soaked several large cotton rag papers in water, crumpled them in balls, and let them harden in that shape overnight.
• I unfolded the dried papers into flat crumpled lengths and placed them on top of the soft ground plate, then ran it through the etching press under thousands of pounds of pressure. OK I don't know how many really, but lots! What remained in the ground were crushed sheet marks or visible folds, like fabric, because the ground lifted up with the paper in certain places. This exposed the metal in places while 3/4 of the plate still held the ground resist that acid cannot bite.
• The plate was put into nitric acid for etching over many short and long stages over a period of weeks. Where the metal is exposed, the acid destroys it, creating the intaglio line below the surface. I proofed the plate to check it out before cutting it down to a square instead of a rectangle, and this was the first run:



Note: If you find my December 1, 2007 post you can see how I altered this plate, again in black and white, before the final color proofs.

Periodically I would take it out of the acid, rinse, and test the depth with my fingernail. The deeper the line the more ink it holds, or the finer the line, the more delicate the mark. For fine lines, I repainted acid resist so they would not continue to etch along with those that I wanted to go deeper, and this is what went in stages over several weeks and repeat etching sessions in the nitric acid.
• The main plates etched in the acid up to 24 hours total, with the first session being 15-18 hours. The ground was removed with mineral spirits.
• Inking the plate involves custom color mixing with a palette knife, modifying it with oils and gels to create the right body or viscosity. The ink is carded across the plate surface and pushed down into each intaglio line with a credit card. The excess is blotted with Yellow Pages, then wiped further with refinement using Tarlatan, a heavily starched cheesecloth until the desired amount of ink is left.
• I repeated the above processes over and over until I liked the image, including the following:
• I used the aquatint process to create shading in addition to the lines (this method creates another type of acid resist with tree resin dust that requires an air compressor, sealed box, blown air, dust settling, and baking on a hot plate to fuse the dust to the metal–or the modern way with a can of spray paint. I used both methods. Where the resin or paint dots hit, acid can’t etch the metal. The space between dots is exposed metal which etches, making tiny spaces that trap hefty amounts of ink–creating the light, medium and dark shading).

• I paused and took a bunch of Ibuprofen, some deep breaths, and carried on. Ha.

I further used hard ground and a sharp metal scribe to scratch very fine lines to expose metal for more etching and definition. I scraped into the zinc with a knife tool where areas etched too much, and then burnished it by hand until smooth like the original plate. It’s like erasing a mistake, but very slowly with a lot of elbow grease. It’s also a form of drypoint, which means drawing directly into the metal versus etching it. Drypoint creates a blurred pencil-type line instead of a fine-point pen line.
• Another zinc plate was made with soft ground, a hammer, and various chains from the hardware store. I smashed the chains into the soft ground to create random marks and pitting, then etched as above, and then manipulated more by hand with all of the same methods. This plate carried the red ink in most of the prints.
• One zinc plate was color-inked only for background, printed in the press, removed, and then re-inked in different colors just for the birds and leaf areas.
• Two Plexiglass plates cut to the same size were hand painted for placement under the zinc plates when printing. I used these to create painterly washes and translucent layers. I wish I was more painterly, but this was my grand effort.
Fabriano Artistico was my paper of choice on the edition at least, and it was soaked for hours in water to remove the paper sizing (like glue). I love this paper like no other: it's primo stuff.
• The wet paper was blotted between heavy cotton, then laid on the inked and wiped plate and run through the press. The paper was lifted and the plates were transferred one at a time, starting with the bottom layers of plexiglass moving up to the last zinc plate with the birds. Each print took about 6-8 hours to make including ink mixing, wiping, painting, etc., of all five plates. Sometimes I could do two prints per day. Maybe I am counting pouting time for clean-up, my least favorite task.
• The plates press into the wet paper, creating an embossed edge.
• The final wet print was laid in a newsprint sandwich, sprayed with water, and taped to plywood. After several days, the ink dried and the newsprint pulled taut to make a perfectly flat print. Remove the tape, paper, and voila!
• It goes without saying that all printmakers are obsessive compulsive.

December 23, 2007

Merry Christmas!!

December 14, 2007

Bridge Across the Marysville Flats



Well, at least that's what I call this bridge. Alas, the commute has taken over yet again--it took me three hours to get home last night due to a semi-truck stall that backed us up for miles. Nothing on the agenda this weekend but attempts to make art and perhaps search for glass beads that will hold down the aquarium bubbler tubes in my etching tank. I have yet to figure that one out or to mix the chemicals (mwah-ha-ha, cackle, cackle) that will etch beautiful lines in my copper plates. I shouldn't joke about that as I don't want to take on the role of the Mad Chemist. I hear it's an easy mix of ferric and water. Now, if I could just remember the ratio....back to my notes.

December 9, 2007

Still Falling

Starting to Snow



Is it wrong that it's 11:25 on a Sunday morning and I am still in my pajamas? It has been snowing for a few hours now and it's accumulating slowly but surely. I can't stop looking up at the tall trees, visualizing different compositions for a reduction woodblock print. For now I am content to lie here in bed with my hot cup of this cool new kind of coffee that my friend Jilly made using a cold pressed method that steeps for 12 hours. She brought me a jar of concentrated velvety-brown liquid that you add by tablespoons to boiling water. It's silky smooth and kind of nutty--no acidity. Definitely worth the time and effort. Now, if only I could show the same dedication to making some new art. Imagine what I could do in 12 hours! We'll see if I can pull myself away from the windows....after I add one more log to the fire.

Happy Winter, Everyone.

December 4, 2007

70 mph

The Commute

The images below are not prints but from time to time I will post photos from my commute. It's a richer experience if I can make it artful.

The first part of my journey goes by bus or by car before I meet the train. On the bus, I can only read so much, talk so much, sleep so much, knit or obsessively play with my Ipod so much. At some point I get a little rummy and wanting of new entertainment. In such instances, I get the urge to take random photos with my cell phone camera. I hold my hand up in the air at no particular angle, aim through the window, and snap away without looking at my subject. Later in the day, I check out my loot. Sometimes there's a nice surprise waiting and in that way, it's very similar to printmaking where you never know whether you bombed or scored until you lift the paper off the plate. An additional surprise is that my photo sessions haven't garnered any strange looks or pointed objection from other passengers. People tend to leave you alone when they think you've gone absolutely crackers so it's free of conflict and works out nicely for all of us.

If I skip the bus and drive home from the train, I take my favorite winding road through the Stillaguamish River Valley and snap pictures in the same manner. Not looking at the subject leaves me free to focus on the road and stretches of farmland in a daydream state. I imagine I am headed toward my glorious dahlia farm with a roundabout drive, wandering geese, and lavender in the breeze. Of course this fantasy includes a pretend donkey in the field kept in good company by a fine Australian Shepherd.

I am drawn to the strange perspectives in my commute photos because they accurately portray my peripheral vision when I find myself awake and disoriented after a short nap. Sometimes it's a hypnotic stream of tail lights blinking softly through a fuzzy filter of bus window grime in the blackest of winter. Mornings, it's a soft blanket of light that's eager and full of mystery, like anything could happen. Evenings, at dusk, the hushed blue skies are poignantly looming as they escort me home to take my quiet place amongst the trees that surround me. The 'dahlia farm' there is more accurately a fledgling patch of select robust blooms--for now--and, if I'm very, very lucky, the neighbor's miniature grey donkeys will escape their gate soon to come visit me again. I know they need pretend time too.

The Road to Silvana (I)

The Road to Silvana (II)

The Road to Silvana (III)

The Road to Silvana (IV)

December 2, 2007

Convention Capsized




I had a blast making this silkscreen. I think there were 47 squeegee passes of color on every edition if I remember right. I lovelovelove color. I painted my old house's living and dining rooms approximately 12-13 times over nine years because color makes me giddy. Being elbow deep in color satisfies me like comfort food. After a full year on the island, I am showing considerable restraint in that I haven't taken a single brush to my walls; hence, there are still little black penguin feet blazing a trail across every surface in what was a nursery for the previous owners, but will be a library for me. It's not that I don't think about painting over it 24/7 or that I'm not obsessively searching the Ralph Lauren, Restoration Hardware, Pottery Barn or Farrow and Ball palettes for color chips--or ripping out pages from magazines because I want the paint store to custom color match a spot on that leaf--it's that time issue once again. Once I find some to spare, my house has no idea what it's in for. Good thing for me that I have sweeping ceilings in this home that will require one supertall ladder or even a bit of scaffolding. Fear of heights will keep me in check and will force me to choose wisely. --but is there fun in that?

So, I'm supposed to be focusing on this print here. While making my student art, I could never see a common theme in any of it. My portfolios seemed on the schizophrenic side of life, like I had multiple personalities all running their own show: some drinking red wine, some drinking white, and others pouring lemonade. One instructor, with a somewhat squooshed and wrinkled brow, thoughtfully tried to pin it down for me to strengths in form and color. I don't approach art with a specific objective in mind. I only have a loose concept when I start with no clue where it will take me. If the process were that predictable for me, there would be no challenge and all of the intrigue would be zapped but I admire and admittedly yearn to be like those people who can get there in a direct line, where their final piece look just like the first sketch. It's just that I am bewildered as to how they pull it off or imagine it in the first place.

The only common theme obvious to me is that I use art to process emotional issues and that I lean toward an identifying vessel to contain all of that wily, uncontrollable stuff. I tend to attach to a representative object that is rarely found in any dictionary of classic symbols per se, and just invent my own. I chose teapots to symbolize propriety and conformity ..."out there." Steadfast tradition is associated with tea and the cermony of tea. I adopted the teapot as my visual metaphor for a set of prescribed standards and drew fat, friendly, squatty round orbs that could hold all of the "shoulds," "have-to's" and "supposed to's" in a sloshed-together medley.

I love tea and have a fondness for tea--don't get me wrong. I like the thought of cozying up to it from time to time, just like I might wish to properly fit and conform occasionally without any conflict. Life, however, has found me never quite in step with the masses. In 7th grade, we made paper mache animals. Others painted their dogs brown, their bears black, their ponies white. I made a turquoise sponged with royal blue impala that my mother has lugged from house to house for decades since, refusing to throw it away. It now watches over me in the garage by the press from a high bookshelf. I have yet to own it entirely, as it was a source of embarrassment back then, but know that I'm not a follower. This is not announced in some hand-on-hip-while-waving-a-wooden-spoon-in-defiance kind of way. It's just said in simple acknowlegement that I tend to be either way ahead or way behind the typical, universal order of things compared to others.

Succinctly, and in hindsight, my life has not proved all that conventional in how things got done. What took place. What did, or did not materialize. Any attempts to control the Fates ensured only that they teased and coaxed me down a different path. This is where I could quote Robert Frost, but that would be too predictable.

"Convention Capsized" is my title. I think I can better embrace it now. These days, I look at the print with a fresh perspective and interpret that the pots are not as heavy as they once were, and even that they have been tossed with intentional abandon in a happy, or at least laughable caught-in-the-rain kind of way.

Bad Art. Really, really bad art. Unexcusable slop.




So that thing I said somewhere below, about how I USED to have a problem with insomnia?

Jinxed it completely. Here I am at 2:37 a.m. contemplating hidden secrets: bad art I don't want nobody nowhere nohow t'see. Thinkin', why can't I be more forgiving of myself and just post it in the spirit of trying? --the "A" for effort theory I can give to everyone else but me?

I Googled "bad art" and found this link to the Museum of Bad Art which immediately set me right in the head, if not laughing on the floor. Clicking on the highlighted link should take you straight to Lucy in the Field with Flowers.

Striking before I think the better of it, here is my 'Night Flight' offered up in the same vein to all of you as healing fodder. If it provides a little comic relief, I've accomplished far more than the nasty fight I put into this piece. The more I pushed it, the uglier it got. If anyone ever bought one of these editions from me at a print sale, God help you! You probably got in a fight with your spouse for buying it. It might have been salvageable had I ever run enough passes with ink through the many silkscreens I hand-painted with that red oxide stuff but that's some generous benefit of the doubt. I made elaborate rubbings of asphalt and the studio tabletops on frosted mylar to create pointellism effects that transfered into the screen with a light exposure unit. I remember soaking the screens in ammonia, pressure washing them out, starting over with new textures, and never getting anywhere to build up enough sky. It's a crazy, cheesy, Disneyland sky or something that belongs in a Christmas card with snowmen wearing plaid trousers. How about that drama in the arching crow? Hey, I could go on and on but one look'll do it for ya. We won't even talk about the bizarre textures I put into the crows that you can't pick up from the photo.

Enjoy!

Note to self: Go read Art and Fear (Readers, see my lists).

December 1, 2007

Man, I'm Wiped Out

OK, that is enough blogging for one day! Very fun to see my stuff up on line instead of tucked away in portfolios and on a CD in my filing cabinet. Friends have framed my work and some shared that recently which was a much needed mental boost. Gotta get my tail back in gear after a two-year hiatus from even a single drawing while I remodeled my Seattle house to move to this one. I love my 1.07 acres and trees! LOVE IT. Breathing space, finally. You'd be surprised by just the boost I get from the .07!

I am excited to start my new work involving images of chandeliers, my visual metaphor for relationships. That's all I will say so as not to jinx because when I commit myself to a concept, it means I make something else entirely in the opposite direction. For instance, I have a whole notebook filled on how I'm going to make all of these wonderful prints about flight with odd vessels in the skies. "Whatev."

I am very excited about all of the possibilities with chandeliers and have played with distorting and zooming the images on photocopiers such that my upstairs studio (really just a romper room at present with no tables yet) is covered across the floor from wall to wall with the images all laid out, creating a delightful maze of black and white in high contrast. I am mesmerized by it. Again, it's all about the space as compared to my little Seattle cottage.

I look forward to writing more about the inspirations for my images in the near future, versus just the mechanism of the print which I did a lot of today. I am not sure what people are more interested in as I don't know the audience for this forum yet. I guess I search print blogs to learn methods from other printmakers because there are just not enough books out there. Thank God for Larry at the UW who indulges all of my ongoing questions knowing full well that I am semi-stalling on approaching that big, new, intimidating press that whispers and haunts with expectations. Sometimes I just open the garage door and look at it. Close door. Open. Nope, it's still there. hahaha

Ok. Off line I go. This outlet has helped me get back in the mindset and motivated to finish the new blocks I carved for Christmas cards. Friends and family, I'm positive you'll at least get them by 2011 because I'm almost done addressing the ones from 1998. Grin.

Three



This is a collograph made with cheesecloth and cardboard stencils among other things--and a gift for my dad who loves birds. I used just matting board for my printing plate and then glued things to the surface to build up layers and create different textures. I relief rolled the ink with a brayer, wet my Reeves BFK heavy rag paper across the plate, ran it through the etching press with not felts but foam so that the wet paper pressed deep into the cheesecloth and other textures, and then pulled it off the press to apply more ink, stencils, and the like, until I thought it was finished. The textures are intricate and best viewed in person but the blog does nicely to capture the filmed piece still in the glass and frame. If you click on the photos here, they will all enlarge.

Untitled (color proof)



This is another version of the copper etching that appears in an earlier post, but with a relief print layered behind it with a collograph plate at the very bottom. The collograph was made of Plexiglass with woven fabric applied using acrylic medium, and it was ink-rolled with a brayer. If you scroll down, you'll recognize some of the image in my Mayfly print. I cut up the woodblock after I printed many versions of it that were unsuccessful or just unfinished; I experimented with the remaining pieces to create different images and explore how unrelated marks could or couldn't complement each other (line etching and carving).

Silkscreen (unfinished)



I am posting the good, the bad, and the ugly ...this is unfinished but I'm placing it here as a study to remind me for later possible use of the concepts and colors within. I was experi-menting with silkscreen monoprint using transparent medium as a resist to the colored inks that were squeegeed (is that a verb?) past it. I also used torn waxed paper stencils when printing the screen. I am in the print in odd perspective, standing off to the side behind the green curtain holding a large hoop which for now, will go unexplained. I used a scratchboard technique to draw myself using a toushe made of floor wax and black copy toner that I hand-painted on clear mylar, scratched through for highlights, dried, and later exposed permanently into the screen using UV light on a vacuum exposure unit.

Artist's proof: Two for Mirth



I have posted out of order in keeping with my tendency to speak
parentheti-cally, but scroll up to the color proof of Two for Mirth to see the final piece with multiple plate layering. This is an artist's proof--a trial print done in stiff black ink to see how I want to further develop the plate in stages. It allows me to see how effectively the nitric acid has bitten the zinc, where I may want to scrape and burnish for greater clarity, and what needs more work with more soft or hard ground, sugar lift, and another dip in the acid.

Pomegranate




This was, I think, my second attempt at etching and aquatint processes. The plate lay in the acid overnight if I recall. It first went through various stages and stop-outs painted with an acid resist which allowed the areas around the seeds to be bitten quite deeply until the lines were palpable valleys that trapped heavy ink. A separate zinc plate was placed behind that one: it was aquatinted in both a rosin box and with a pounce bag full of rosin that I ground with mortar and pestle. It was baked on a hot plate for proper fusion and inked "a la poupee." The pomegranate is a symbol for fertility--in my case, a call to imagination.

Losing Ground



Monoprint has not been my forte and I use it mostly behind other plates, but I like the idea of it if only I could master the burnt plate oils. Often I get a streaky look or one that is too watered with mineral spirits which, if they don't evaporate enough, soak through and make the paper transparent. I played around with flash oil which resists the ink to create unmarked areas in this amusing little print that seems to spark a lot of comments from people; I am more interested in their interpretations than explaining it myself.