Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Quilter's pleasure

I love this quilt. The colors delight me. I'm happy with the pattern.

I started it in England, 13 years ago. The fabrics are odds and ends from British fabric stores. The back is a faded sheet I bought with old curtains on Hand quilting makes it uniquely mine.

Now it's rolled up in our cabin, waiting for me to finish its checkered border. I may have to retrieve it this summer.

The tools of the trade are simple but effective: needle, thread, thimble, hoop, and scissor.

Monday, April 4, 2016

Art days

I'll be participating in the Sketchbook Print Project 2016 because it was so much fun last year.

For Lent, 3 friends drew an idea a day. Here's my completed project:

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

From a distant land

I enrolled in an art print exchange months ago. Now it's due. I make 12 prints, related by theme and color. The general idea is "News from a Distant Land." I have language school in mind.

The exchange asks for 11 prints. They keep one. They send 10 to other artists. And I'll get 10 prints from all over the world. I'm always optimistic and usually disappointed by what comes back. Oh well. At least the deadline forces me to take out brushes and paint, paper and imagination. I play.

First I paint eyes and a nose. And then the serious work begins. On the back, an explanation of the balancing act of learning a new language.

A few of the prints below: I kept the middle one.

The Golden Mean

The balance and chaos
of learning a new language.
Knowing is golden
but not straightforward.
Letters floating.
Eyes watching.
Gradually flowering.

And I think I love most the paper left over from printing. I tape it inside an 22" frame - an unexpected pleasure ... until I find artwork I like better.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Pastel magic: taking Impressionism from gloomy to bright

Her apartment is dark with minimal windows. The painting looked stormy and garish. Before:

She and I took soft artist pastels and smoothed on color with our fingers. Now the 4X4' print is soothing, cheerful, and bright. After:

Which do you prefer?

On the wall, room in process

Sunday, December 21, 2014

5' "Good News" wreath - easy DIY

Jesus is God's good news. (Some people call that the "gospel" in church-speak.)

This Christmas I wanted to remind myself of that, far away from home. So I rolled into cones over a hundred newspaper pages and various paper. I included Chinese, Indonesian, English - and even the many languages of assembly instructions from IKEA. I saved some candy wrappers made of dried leaves, too. One piece of tape is all it takes to hold the cones in shape.

A 2' square of cardboard from a storage boxes became the base. I began gluing around in a circle. The first layer was 5' in diameter and took a lot of floor space!

Sticky cones adhere easily to cardboard

The second circle of shorter cones fit on top. The inner ring consisted of small cones and candy wrappers. I drew a few holly leaves on a paper doily, trimmed off the lacy borders, and glued it over the messy center. Finally, I glued a "Merry Christmas" cake decoration in the middle and let it dry overnight.

At this point it only needed a bit of tucking ends in for symmetry
When we flipped it over in preparation to hanging it, we found it needed more support for the outside ring of cones. The newspaper didn't have the stiffness for stability. We glued a bigger sheet of cardboard on top of the existing piece and reinforced the slit for hanging with another small square of cardboard. A single nail in the wall holds it up: it's bulky but not heavy.

In need of more support
It's big - and bold. Our neighbors and guests gasp when they see it. (Yeah, it's that big.) 

And it reminds me of Jesus as God's Good News ... as hoped.

Up it goes: filling a big white wall above the 7' IKEA sofa.
Note the un-pretty pull chain for the fan that keeps tropical air moving.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Hanging my soul on the wall

One of the great pleasures of moving is hanging art. Memories and soul comfort merge as our empty walls start to fill with color and line. Here are three favorites already up: more to come in future posts.

"Thistle" by T. V. Pigenot
We purchased "Thistle," a limited edition print, with two other couples for someone's wedding ... except one wife didn't like it. We were stuck with the $100 piece as newlyweds. We framed it and enjoy it to this day, though we would never have earmarked 1/8 of W's monthly salary for it. That's right; W made $800 at his first full-time job at a college. I made about half that teaching piano from home, which helped us survive.

"helleborus orientalus", 2004

My first-ever watercolor emerged under the expert eye of a British painter. She guided our night-school group through the selection, sketching, and painting of plants at the Cambridge Botanic Gardens. She taught us to buy the best quality brushes and paint we could "because you'll hardly fall in love with art using inferior materials." I still travel with myWinsor & Newton paintbox.

When we arrived in the UK, I figured no one knew who I was. I'd wanted to learn painting so I introduced myself an artist. Strangers accepted that at face value and I signed up for art courses. This first painting makes me smile with fond memories of intense, focused hours, playing with pencil, paint, and brushes on exquisite paper. The hellebore painting marked the first time I'd brought flowers to life in watercolor.

I studied with other top artists. (Who doesn't want "Cambridge professor" on their resume?) I learned willow weaving with Mary Butcher, the first non-royal female admitted into The Worshipful Company of Basketmakers (a guild established in 1569), bending blue and green and pink willow stems into shapes. I sketched tin cans and old shoes under an outstanding pencil artist. I even persevered through an eight-week figure drawing course that shocked, taught, and settled my heart. Humans are beautiful, though figure drawing was not about the math formulas on perspective that I'd expected when I signed up. (However, I'd promised God that whatever he brought my way, I would do. Opening that classroom door in all innocence, obedience was a stretch. I learned about compassion, human adaptability, and art, and was thankful when the course ended.)

I wasn't very good. But the pleasure remains alive every time I see what I made.

"Red Tree" by Casey Klahn
Red Tree by Casey Klahn inspires me. Casey, a Northwest University alum, found his voice in pastel, creating unexpected landscapes and ideas through unconventional color. I bought this little piece at his exhibition at the school: my favorite duty as chair of the university art committee was recruiting artists for art shows.

In what ways has visual art shaped your soul or expanded your appreciation of Creator God and his world?

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Dreams of a flu-ridden plant lover

A decade or more ago, I was in bed with the flu. I could hardly move for a week. My brain was fuzzy.

The view outside my window was spectacular where the forest waved its leaves in the wind. Closer to home, the balcony sat empty and neglected. Once my brain started to churn (before my body could get me out of trouble), I dreamed up a plant and bench combo for each end of the bedroom deck. I wanted seating, with side openings that would fit easy-to-find planters.

My design was simple. I sketched it on a piece of paper, crawled out of bed to measure the balcony and a Costco garbage pail (the easiest planter I could think of), calculated the length and width of the planter and its parts, figured out where the screws would go ... and went back to sleep. I was happily surprised by the drawing when I work up.

The first day I was well enough to drive, I headed for Home Depot. Their lumberyard kindly cut the pressure-treated wood to length. The wood was so heavy and I so weak that I could hardly drag it upstairs to the balcony.

I fastened all the screws from the inside, so none were visible from the outside. By the time my husband came home from work that day, the 2'X6' planters were done and set in place. (My birthday wish a few years before had been a complete toolkit. I love that power drill!)

I positioned the braces for the seat inside the middle support frame. By lifting up the seat, I could stash away my watering can, fertilizer, and garden supplies.

The planters may have been roughly finished. They weren't the prettiest things I've ever seen. My husband was surprised when I showed him the planters - finished. He was appalled at the sturdiness and weight of the wood (2X4 and 2X8s) perched two stories above ground. And he painted preservative on the cut ends of wood. Good man!

With flowers trailing over the sides, the benches lasted over 10 years, 5 upstairs and 5 on the front porch. They became weatherworn but never rotted.

I sold both planters last weekend @$25 for both because we're redoing our patio entry. They need a good powerwash and some fresh spring plants.

A planter, open last winter

The gardener who bought them was thrilled. "These are just what I was looking for! I have several places in my garden where these benches will be fantastic." Judging by the interest on CL, others would agree. I took pictures as we were packing them into the woman's pickup. "Goodbye, benches! Happy life elsewhere."

Oh the things one dreams into being when one is ill!