Last week was frantic, hectic with emotions running high here on the home front. There was no peace to be had and the weekend was eaten up by running errands, food shopping, laundry, bills, what-have-you.
No art, no peace -- all was in abeyance. By the time I got to work on Monday, I was exhausted. Easier to be at work than at home sometimes (ha!).
But this weekend proved to be quieter. I put all menial tasks aside yesterday and today. My one "duty" will be to hand out candy to the little ones for Halloween tonight.
These paintings are the result of time to create, to experiment. Listening to Mary Ann at Blue Sky Dreaming and to Eva Macie, I tried working with Yupo and acrylics, learning how this paper keeps the artist hopping!
Turmoil |
As you can see, turmoil was on my mind, and I think this illustrates how I was feeling last week. Incredible the number of textures you can capture so quickly on this paper! I did several more and plan to use them in my collaging, although I have so much to learn with Yupo.
The Weight of Winter |
"Weight of Winter" is acrylic on bristol vellum, using a brayer to capture texture, as well as a bamboo pen. As November creeps over the threshold, I feel that the year is coming full circle, but that the weight of impending darkness threatens my inner balance.
However, as Emily Dickenson wrote: "Hope is the thing with feathers . . . " and "Summer River" brings out the deep warmth of a sunset on the Connecticut River, when colors deepen into that exquisite jewel-like quality.
Summer River |
Well, the light is leaving shortly so I'm off for my walk before the trick-or-treaters start their nocturnal treks through the neighborhood. Next weekend we turn the clocks back, so we gain an hour -- and that's good!
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words . . .
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words . . .
Emily Dickinson