trying new tricks

it seems like i've taken a detour. i was a bit tired of portraits. and i have always loved vessels, and flowers. 

i've been having so much fun in the art studio

i fixed it up quite a bit, tidier now and more welcoming

the room in itself is a blessing, overlooking the back garden orange trees and, when the window is open, the scent of honeysuckle and cecile brunner roses in bloom filter in. 

i count myself lucky to have a room like this.

ofcourse it is filled with work not only by myself but my favorite contemporary neo modern/outsider artists such as mary stanley, melodie stacey, colette copeland,jeanne marie webb, jenny wentworth, robin laws, lynne hoppe, amanda blake and cathy cullis. i have yet to own a jessie chorley and a julie arkell doll but i'm saving for a lisa graham small painting of a shirt on etsy.

my teabags continue on and off. i want to try the circular ones but still no luck finding any.

i did a tribute to lotta dam on a teabag. 

the teabags are addicting i must say

and i've been making postcards with natural elements such as these bouganvillea petals

and exploring the whimsical

this "indigo child" came about after listening to a russian singer

my friend erika immediately claimed it

i think i will mount it on a wood cradle

when my friend susan buchanan visted, she suggested mixing up some of my smaller work with my larger, juxtaposing. great idea i thought rather than having the portfolio filled with miniatures. i'm going to sort.

i'm also doing some illustration style watercolors

but the occasional face mini pops up

out of nowhere

and ofcourse i continue using my mechanical pencil and a few apps for my finer paintings, finer as in thin lined.

i sketch at night, in bed, while i watch the telly.

            birds are always a subject

i've also taken a liking to faceless portraits. when i posted on instagram i was told amish women leave doll faces blank so that children can imagine a loved ones face. i found that so touching.

          grid of some of the teabags

the painted shards keep multiplying

lots of packages are going out, lots of friends with birthdays, swaps , thank yous and the like.

as with this little sketch i did of a newfound friend on instagram

                first try at an animal

and occasionally i do a selfie and play photographer. above my daughter and i who are the best besties ever in the history of ever.

and, as priti lisa rightfully painted on a rock

blessings to each and every one of you who happenstance upon my blog

yo soy me digo en mi propio reflejo corporeo

yo soy en cada instante pasajero

soy un todo de a pedacitos

lo que me hace pensar

que hace el todo?

lo que queda grabado de lo que absorbo?

o no soy nada

ya que en cada instante

me evaporo?

in the art studio most of my evenings these days.  spring was slow in arriving. even the sweet pea seeds are questioning me? 

but two days ago 82 degrees and an escapade to the beach where i found large shards of clam shells to draw on and one perfect flat rock.

alot has gone on since march 17. a trip to the city to take an assemblage workshop with molly meng at french general, among others.

i love what they have done to the city

modernizing it and making it people friendly.  so much so that i invited my daughter and we spent the night.

 i just had to show her and have breakfast at porto's no matter how long the line.

plus they have the best fresh squeezed orange juice in the world. you see, they use the whole orange.

ofcourse we brought home tons of pastries from the bakery.

at night, americana.

with its beautiful water display and a visit to all the expensive shops we don't have locally such as anthropologie.  fell in love with their etched glasses but at $12 a piece had to control myself.  also a pair of reading glasses but they were $32.  crazy.  

and then home again filled with inspiration.

so straight into straightening up the studio a bit more and prepping the tools for a new phase of Full Circle.  

and it's been creative bliss ever since.

photo apps

intentions

a tribute to cezanne

face practices

and a painting or two or three

or four

with a lot of randomness in between