Here’s the flyer for a new weekend workshop I’m offering in November !
A square attempts to bring order out of chaos here in this demo from the Patina workshop last weekend. The last touch was a bit of scumbling over the rough surface with a finger dipped in bronze paint.
Workshop demo: acrylic on textured surface, painted foil and mylar collage on w/c paper
Try looking in the mirror. This personhood has so many fun house distortions . Open those windows and the pieces buzz around and fly out. Airborne they eventually become stars and find their way home to a green planet somewhere you are.
Last weekend was the Experimental Mixed Media Painting Workshop: PATINA that I taught at the Sebastopol Center for the Arts. Maybe I always feel this way when I spend a whole weekend with people who are excited to be painting and enjoying each others company, but this was a wonderful group that “geled” almost immediately. It was fun to hang out and create with them. The fact that it was a whole weekend made it possible for out of town folks to attend and enjoy our town as well!
We started out with acrylic textures on paper and heavy duty foil, then applied acrylic paints wetly to take advantage of the the textural imprints. With the emphasis on patina blends we explored mixes of iridescent pigments with transparent pigments.
I think my favorite blend of the day was Titan Buff, Micaceous iron Oxide, and Iridescent Bright Gold (Golden fluid acrylics).
My Demo: acrylic patina mixes on textured paper with textured foil and screen collage
the “share” table with stencils, rollers, scrapers, foils, screen, punchanella, color mixes and more.
The students’ work was relaxed and free!
We all love shiny things and the light was sparkling off the paper!
Forest like textures. . .
and vibrant designs. And an invitation to everyone to “steal” ideas from from each other. I always do!
If you wanted to come and weren’t able to, I hope you will make it next time! I’m planning another mixed media workshop at Sebastopol Center for the Arts November 11 and 12th and hope to see some of last weekend’s students back!
Sometimes I just want to look at the blossoms and not remember the storms that brought us here. Look at the green and the lacy morning dew and imagine that this world is mine, as is, right now. Not just in process and needing to be weeded. Not because it all will soon enough disappear, torched by summer’s draught. But just because it is right now. . .mine.
acrylic textures (molding pastes), acrylic inks and collage on w/c paper, 10 X 11″
It is apple blossom season here in Sonoma County. You don’t want to blink and miss it! You don’t want to miss the butterflies fluttering through the garden, drinking apple blossom nectar, mating, and laying eggs on the pipevine. Gardening is a great excuse to be outside with hands in the dirt, and art making gravitates always to these spring colors and forms.
In Muse group we were playing with a wide variety of texture making tools and many of the acrylic mediums now on the market, from molding paste and crackle paste to gels with clear flakes and pumice. You could spend a fortune in the art store gathering up the various mediums to get texture. It’s what happens when you put fluid paint over them that excites me.
I’ll be teaching a weekend mixed media workshop June 24 and 25 where we’ll be using textures like these to achieve the light casting sparkle of Patina! For more information and to register please visit my website.
inks, gesso, pencil, and collage on canvas 24″ X 24″
A continuation of my contemplation of the Japanese esthetic of wabi sabi that treasures the passage of time and a sense of impermanence. I was going for the patina of rustic, aged surfaces, and in the process called forth an image which honors the natural cycle of birth and death.
Where do images come from? There is an obvious answer when I am out sketching people and events, doing the pictorial storytelling or reportage which I’ve come to love so much. But when I explore the surface of the canvas, and something appears, I find that I am at a loss to answer. The painted surface has its own life then.
There is always some thread I can follow back to the circumstances of my life at the moment. I have this spring been witnessing the colorful life cycle of the Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly in my studio garden. And in the past two weeks I have lost count of the number of people known to me who have passed. It gives one pause, and that gives one paintings I suppose.
Later this month,June 25, 26, I’ll be teaching a weekend workshop: Mixed Media Painting: The Visual Poetry of Wabi Sabi at the Sebastopol Center for the Arts. We will be accessing this rich esthetic with mixed media painting techniques, poetry, meditation and writing. There is still space if you want to come! For more information or to register, please visit my website.
There’s still some space in my weekend workshop coming up in 1 1/2 weeks at the lovely Firehouse Art Center in Pleasanton, CA. I’m particularly excited about sharing some discoveries about getting that “patina” glow in paintings. To find out more and register please visit the Pleasanton Art League’s website.
Thank you for hanging in there with me as I’ve shared the (one month) Assisi adventure for the past two months!
Meanwhile in the month of October, my Artful Muse classes have resumed along with new event sketch-ventures, and a new series of paintings is being birthed. Lots to get caught up on here!
But first, people have been asking me how the residency has effected my art. As yet that remains to be seen, but in the spirit of disclosure I will offer one of the themes that has been working on me.
class demo: acrylic inks and gold paint, molding paste texture, fabric collage on w/c paper
It never comes at once but accumulates in drifts of startling recognition.
I have been here before. My feet have walked on these stones. My hands have made their way across these marble folds and fissures. I’ve leaned out this window to watch my lover blow me a kiss, and locked this door against invaders.
I have been here before, and my broom has swept these cobbles, and my hands have formed loaves to slide into stone ovens. Now when I walk these streets, the stones speak to me of all this and more.
It comes with the territory of spending time in medieval towns with their elaborate churches and golden haloed saints. It still lingers in my consciousness the desire to steal the gold and convert it into something that has meaning today. This piece was a remnant of something I painted in Italy, a playful way to digest more of the experience. The netting was something I found in the studio there and the gold paint, one of my purchases in an Italian art store.
While in Italy I confined my artmaking to my travel sketchbooks and anything that felt playful and free. Acrylic inks became my passion because I could use the dropper to draw. Favorite colors: Daler Rowney’s Antelope Brown, Sepia and Indigo. I would make accordian “books” with watercolor paper cut and glued together in strips, and draw from memory and imagination in ink, not stopping until the whole strip was finished.
The following piece was done after I got home, and still wanted to play with my inks.
Acrylic inks and postcard collage on w/c paper
Is it only the saints who can redeem us? Or can we also look to the leaves that cast their own golden glow at sunset, that wend their way across our paths and into our food, and die a silent death, and come to us again as glorious buds and shoots? Are they not enough to remind us of resurrection?
. . .and find a way to weave some postcard art into the design (using an exacto knife).
One particularly playful afternoon in Italy I decided to doodle, paint and collage my way through the narrow scraps of paper left after making the wider “book”. Using some pieces of gold leafed paper and painted netting in combination with my gouache paints, it became a reminder of the places I’d visited – not from sketches or pictures, but imagination. My husband Bob added the beautiful book binding after I got home.
Next: a month of sketches around town – rose garden and tea leaves and music, Healdsburg plaza, and “Capturing Chaos” with Suhita at the Sausalito Ferry!