As most of you know I was in a serious car accident over Memorial Day weekend with my husband. This was two and a half months after my sweet mother passed away. Thank you for your patience and kindness. We are fine and moving forward with optimism and much gratitude.
I have been participating in a yearlong on-line class taught by Carla Sonheim from Seattle, WA. The focus is working in a series.
My first series was work I created using my Great Aunt Ruth’s photo album. The photos dated from the 1920s to the 1940s. Many were taken in New Orleans. My hometown.
I set parameters for my images. They would be 18″ x 24″, acrylic over watercolor color field painting, and on paper.
Before I began I tested my new technique on 9″ x 12″ paper.
I enjoyed this layering of acrylic over watercolor, so moved forward in a larger format.
I have just completed my second series which I will show you next time. Be careful out there!
There are few things easier to create on purpose or by accident than an ink blot.
There is so much and so little to read into one. We can check with Rorschach for that.
I am taking a year long class with Carla Sonheim. One of our assignments was to enjoy making and adding to ink blots.
As the clouds build outside, I have hunkered down in the studio to enjoy some music and continue this ink work.
Behind the scenes I have been working on a new series. Having become the keeper of the family photos, I have boxes of inspiration from photos dating from 1920-1945. There will be more on that in future posts.
Read what you like into these blots, Hermann Rorschach would, hopefully, have a heyday with them. Funny thing, I actually knew one of his descendants.
My dear friends have sent me lovely bouquets of flowers since my mother’s passing in mid-March. Their love arrived in long boxes filled with buds of promise. I trimmed their stems as my mother taught me. Put them in a vase of water with the magic powder to prolong their blooming lives. It was a tender time. The hopeful colors sat tight and patient. Time passed and they opened with optimism to share their beauty and to be the best they could be. So like all of us.
How could I thank my friends for the loving feelings they sent and to tell them how much they meant to me? I created a small painting for each of them.
The outpouring of support and love has touched me. The cards which sit by my placemat and napkin at the kitchen counter are a stack of love and hugs from miles away.