As I mentioned in a previous post, I have been taking a class from Carla Sonheim. This is with a cadre of international students and an enthusiastic, multi talented instructor. I am as happy as can be…and learning so much.
This year’s curriculum is about creating in a series.
Any serious artist can tell you that coming up with a meaningful subject and thoughtful series is difficult.
What am I trying to communicate?
This is a step forward from learning technique and developing a style.
It reminds me of learning French. You know the vocabulary and the verb tenses but can you have a conversation?
My second series is based on the outdoors, the freedom, the colors, and freshness of the idealized farm life. I used latex paint and acrylics with charcoal and ink for materials.
…and the chickens that look as though they are plucked and ready for the frying pan….
The colors of the outdoors and the imagined cutting garden of magazine photographs are so inviting.
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Options for the third series are on my mind. Am I ready to have a conversation?
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.
This winter has been bitterly cold for some of you folks. It has been cold in Atlanta (12 degrees today plus wind), but we have nothing like the feet of snow piled at some of your doors. The lack of sunshine often brings on the winter blues for some.
Each new year I begin with a project or class to refocus my attitude and give me a case of anything but the blues.
This year I am taking an on-line class led by artists Carla Sonheim and Lynn Whipple. Last year I took a class with Carla on drawing faces.
I lived in Orlando so was familiar with Lynn’s work having admired it in festivals and studio open houses.
What could be more perfect than a blend of the two?
We are in month two of a year’s study. This is pure unadulterated fun. No talent or experience required. There is a monthly discussion of art business if you are slanted in that direction.
Here are a few of the projects I have completed.
The first exercises were one liners or as we used to call them in school, gesture drawings.
A little collage fun followed the one liner drawings.
A combination of new materials was ahead with plexiglass lessons!
My winter blues have been swept away with this art adventure. “All will be revealed” as the year rolls by. I challenge you to take a class, in person or on-line. It is a great reason to get up in the morning and have to show up. Blues be damned.