black and white gesso

Confusion

Is there anyone out there who isn’t confused about where we’re going with this pandemic? It makes us a bit ditzy, wondering what other people are doing to cope, I mean other than wearing masks in public, taking walks, zooming, and watching whole series’ seasons on Netflix.

Me, I do some deeply satisfying art dawdling in my art studio each day. Sometimes I start by cutting up a doodled painting from another day and seeing where the pieces take me. It feels so right to recycle art at this point in time. This particular one came together when I found the woman, and felt I could relate.

walkofftheedge

acrylics, black and white gesso, collage, white gel pen

She’s a bit confused. . .aren’t we all?!

Oops! Don’t walk off the edge.

“It” came from China on a wave.

Where is everyone going? We’re still on a Shelter in Place order!

Of course it’s particularly distressing when our medical heros, the scientists we rely on to find the cures, are unable to reassure us. This Covid virus is still eluding the best of them! It seems we still have more questions than answers.

questions gesso textured w/c paper with acrylic inks, gesso and citrasolv collage.

I almost put cations on this piece as well, but decided to leave it open to interpretation. Please fill in any dialogue that comes to mind.

A Mossy Nest Somewhere

owlpixiedust

black and white gesso, interference paints, collage on w/c paper, 10 X 11″

At home in the skies, you loose your wild pixie dust trails behind. I stand there to catch a whiff of those dusky, earthy  places where you have been, those places I miss at night when I snuggle instead into clean sheets, wishing the mattress were a mossy nest somewhere in moonlight, and you would visit me with soft furry treats. I would not blame you, but watch and listen in fascination as you crunched small bones and blinkered your wise owl eyes at me. 

Tomorrow night I will fall asleep in a tee pee, gazing up through the opening at the starry night and hope to see such an owl, at least in my dreams.  Off to Camp Winnarainbow, to be a kid again and dress in costumes and clown and dance and juggle and drum and tell stories around the campfire.  I’ll take some pictures to share, and perhaps sit still long enough to sketch a bit.  See you back here in a week!