A rare treat it was to host my Muse sister-friend-student, Muriel for a few days last week. I met her way back in 2009 when she showed up in one of my early Muse groups. Her first full day here in Olympia it rained all day long, so we happily sequestered in my studio for a Muse group of two, getting out the paints and inks and tools of the trade. Did the whole thing, from poetry reading to meditation to art play to free write and sharing. The sequence works like it always has. She worked throughout the day to finish her stunning piece (and I failed to photograph it!)
Chinese ink applied with folded pen, fingers, acrylic paint and collaged paper on w/c paper, 10X11″
Not a Leaf
A stroll in the garden with eyes squinted to discern that which must at first go unnoticed, and even after serious moments of open vision, blank minded thrall, still invisible as isolated things but rather made of ephemerals, glances of leaf skin and petal wisp and fuzzy something and long skinny filaments of ribboned metaphor, not exactly a bird or properly a flower or a dead rodent even, and certainly not a small crowd of people on their way to the scene.
The particulars catch the eye and a story could be told about about them. Here I chose to let the mind keep wandering as it does when the spring garden offers new banquets for the senses each day.
I had more time that day and the gel prints were still out and intriguing, so I did another piece.
If you live here in the Pacific Northwest like me, you’re probably watching out, day after day, for new signs of spring. There are some bulbs in my yard that are growing soooooo slowly, holding their bloom-breath, waiting for the sun to shine more than fifteen minutes at a time. The story of spring this year is a long drawn out one requiring some patience. One must let the eye wander slowly enough to catch a certain swelling on that dead looking branch, a subtle color shifting of a branch from brown to red before the green pokes out. You have to keep up the wonder-wandering. The Irish never found the leprechaun and his pot of gold by rushing through the spring woods.
I was tempted to add some blossoms and wildflowers to this scene, to move things along. But this is a magical forest which reveals its secrets to those who deign to sit and rest a while. If you start to see those eyes, don’t be spooked. They mean you no harm. Great them civilly and the inhabitants may even speak to you!
fluid acrylics on gesso textured w/c paper, collage, ink applied with folded pen
Spotlight on theExtraordinary
Do you want the extraordinary?
A bit of a SHOCK!
Something that swirls and leaves you lost
For a moment struggling to find ground?
Good.
That which you think is safe isn’t really
That which you think is too bold is no threat
You have a chance
Walk into it eyes open
But not too hungry
In fact, eat first
Do some warm up stretches and breath work
Make yourself more hearty
Fill up the inner ballast
You don’t want to get blown way
Or maybe just a little. . . . .
Surely you also hear these voices while working on your art; the cheerleaders? the coaches? the critics? the fear mongers? The ones who showed up here with their warnings and advise, are all familiar. After so many years we’re all one big scrappy family, alternately at war and at peace. Like many families I presume.
When I sit down to create these Muse pieces I cast my eyes around. The words Spotlighton theExtraordinary appeared in a magazine article and the words informed the art. Then the art informed the words! Forming a circle, like this serpent who is going chasing his tail.
This was my second annual Muse Group Reunion since I moved away from Sebastopol and the group of students/friends I’d known for years. They of course had continued to meet and explore all kinds of new mixed media fun without me and grown stronger as a group. Happily my honorary member status lets me slip right back into the group when I’m in town. That Tuesday last week was one of those now familiar downpour days where you wonder if the puddle will follow you inside.
It was the second day of Spring and I shared a technique that works so beautifully to channel that inner spring bloom mania many of us get when, after a long winter, the blooms start to manifest. I call it Painting with Water Shapes. It actually works best, I think, when you apply it to shapes from your imagination. So whatever your imagination is full of at the moment (haha!), which for me is leaves and blooms, can manifest in your water shapes. For some it might be people, or musical instruments, or even cars and airplanes! Here’s my demo from the day.
Higgins waterproof inks blended in water shapes and folded pen calligraphy
There’s a carnival going on in this spring garden, and you’re all invited!
Skip over the puddles or splash through and join us.
The seeds have teamed up this season and shared their genes
In passionate coupling under dripping trees
Creating in their dye pots wild alien species
Abandoning all rules of floral etiquette
Falling over each other in a dizzying drama of originality
Twining and turning and popping up their heads
Giggling at the absurdity of it all.
Higgins inks charged into painted water shapes.
If you want to try this. my advise is to start by painting watery shapes with your brush, maybe with a touch of pigment so you can see them. Then just charge the inks or watercolors (with just enough water to make them fluid) into the water shapes. As soon as you tip the paper to watch the colors blend, the action starts! So be on your toes to connect new water shapes, charge in more pure color, stop inclining the paper and let it dry! Otherwise mud has been known to happen.
Another practice painting. You learn from each try!
And here they are, the Sebastopol Muses, (minus 3). Golly I miss em! Always up for art fun together.
Laguna de Santa Rosa
Next day, out on the flooded Laguna de Santa Rosa, the mustard and oxalis were blooming and skies and earth doing that scintillating mirror dance.
And my favorite countryside sketching spots. . .
Those gnarly oaks I struggled for years to paint!
Before leaving Sonoma County for the Bay Area part of my visit, I stopped by our old home on Lewis Dr., talked to a couple neighbors and got a tour of the property from the current (and exceedingly happy) owner, who is turning my art studio into a guest cottage.
My mother’s memorial weeping cherry tree was in bloom! The pipevine, long cultivated by me for the life cycle of the Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly, was displaying its signature Dutchmen’s pipe blossoms, and the lemon bush was blanketed with Meyer lemons.
And then the chicken coop, Bob’s studio, and the interior of my studio was gone, making room for new home owner dreams I guess.
Meanwhile Bob is outside right now securing our vegetable garden here in Olympia so the deer don’t get in when we start planting veggies. The blossoms are popping out everywhere now in Olympia and in my back yard. Changes everywhere every day. Isn’t life a wild ride!?
The Playful Muse workshop series returns for a Spring Session starting April 10! If you’re an Olympia, Washington local, I hope you can join us. If not, I’ll be posting about the lessons here as I’ve been doing for the past, gulp, sixteen years.
Put the PLAY Factor back into your artmaking. Learn to recognize your intuitive voice as it takes you in new directions. Each session adds a new mixed media painting technique to your repertoire, pushing the boundaries of inks and acrylics, adding textures, collage, and more. Meditation and writing are added to the mix to evoke that powerful Muse energy!
All experience levels, beginners to advanced, are welcome.
Six weekly classes and each week an all new lesson. This season will feature new textures, image transfers, Wabi Sabi effects and acrylic skins. Here’s a sampling from previous years!
Muse Group demo: inks and gesso on 10 X 11″ watercolor paper
Master of the skEYES
How do you SEE the bounties of land and sky?
My eagle eyed friend, oh master of the skies?
When my winter musings grow dead weight
May I hitch a ride
Borrow your eyes
See that magnificent
Place where Above meets Below
And a tiny mouse makes his way
Through the blades of grass
May I stow away in your backpack
Cozy while fresh winds nourish
And cleanse my overheated mind
There’s more to seeing than eye balls, I know
I close my eyes and see worlds
Of strange and wonderful folk
So much light, even eyes closed
I will build myself an armature like yours
Not to keep others out, but to carry the weight
Of what destiny will serve up
Then leave it to my pen and brush
They will not fail me.
The last Muse Group lesson of this series last week was the drama of Black and White. We started out making lots of lines and shapes on practice paper using all the fun paint application tools, including fingers of course. As often happens when I’m just trying to demonstrate these techniques without any content in mind, an image jumps out.
The figure. The eye. The choice was to get rid of the eye in the picture, or let it emerge. During the free write session that followed the art making in class, my own writing was aborted when my phone rang. It was a call to move my cataract surgery up a month sooner. By the next day I realized the image of the figure with the eye had something to say. Once again the saga of my failing vision continues. The surgery may or may not help much in my case. So I look to once again adapting myself to what may come. . . as the Master of the skEYES steps in to offer me my brush and paint and remind me of the xray vision. Haha!
Ten years ago I created a mixed media Muse lesson for Valentine’s Day called My Love Relations. Actually it’s has many versions and all of them a lot of mixed media fun. You can pick a lover, spouse, beloved children, mother, father, self love, or love of the divine to focus your feelings. I believe I’ve done all of the above! An easy way to start is with an old love song in sheet music in a book called Magic Melodies of the Gay Nineties (which I picked up years ago at a library sale). Then find a romantic couple in an art history book and make a black and white copy. This couple was in a painting called Street Scene by John Sloan in a compilation of Love artwork in book called LOVE, A celebration in Art and Literature! Cut it out, glue it on with the music and collage the heck out of it!
acrylic and collage on w/c paper, 10 X 11″
I’m just wild about Harry/Bob
He’s just wild about me
When I close my eyes we’re
Walking down the promenade
His eyes are on me and my heart
Sways to the song in our hearts
As people in cafes whisper
“Ah yes they’re so in love”
Meanwhile Valentino looks on with envy
then turns his head away
in movie star despair.
And the song continues. . .
The heavenly blisses
Of his kisses
Fill me with ecstasy.
He’s sweet just like chocolate candy
And just like honey from the bee
Postscript: Happy Valentines day! May you have chocolate to enjoy and someone to enjoy it with. Romance is a bit of nonsense, but Love is the best indulgence!
I started a new Playful Muse workshop series yesterday with an enthusiastic group of artists. As soon as they introduced themselves I realized that they would have no problem with the Drip Creature lesson I’d planned!
My demo consisted of the usual; painting a water shape and dropping in inks and gesso and then moving it all around with fingers, rollers, splatters, scrapers, etc. making sure to get some dripping off the paper to suggest possible legs. The only thought in my mind was to not make it look like yet another bird. No problem. Mr. Hiveskeeter appeared after a few minutes.
Do you sometimes get a glimpse of something shining with possibilities? I mean an idea, that is not clear to you yet, but holds enough promise to make you want to fly with it? Well Mr. Hiveskeeter did! I wonder what it was he really saw. You can always ask your critter to talk to you and they will answer. Or just speak for them!
painting with water shape, acrylic inks, gesso and collage on watercolor paper, finished with fineliner pen
Looks like you just got a bright idea, one to stick in that beehive of yours to keep for later. And you are so pleased with yourself, so utterly delighted that your bizarre attire is coming to life as well. Soon those buttons will pop and wings sprout and that stick of a body will become exotic and fly you off to not-yet-known locales where your Heaven Bank Notes are worth more than here. And the sages will be sharing the secrets of life, longevity, and more. . .
I know, sounds a bit like a fortune cookie, but that’s what happens when you find a pack of Chinese blessing money in your collage file!
One of my favorite poet philosophers, John O’Donahue wrote that “The imagination is drawn to what is awkward, paradoxical, and what’s contradictory. For the imagination contradiction is interesting. The imagination can dwell with contradiction and deepen it because it has a loyalty to the deep unity where everything comes together.” So I always suggest to students that they let themselves search out and find that which is a bit strange, in collage or word and see what they can do to find a place for it in the art. Sometimes the stranger it is, the better it works.
Each creature yesterday was different and each spoke to us in the writing with unique messages, blessings, and perspectives that the group could enjoy.
This was my warm up drip before the class. Yet another bird, I thought at first, til I saw the dog face emerge! Nothing profound here, just a character introducing herself as Birdog.
I was just sitting down to figure out what I would teach for the first lesson of The Playful Muse workshop starting this week. I always like to start a mixed media series with fun paint application techniques to loosen us all up. Drip creatures is one of my favorite lessons because it’s silly and profound at the same time! So I looked up past blog posts on the Drip Creature theme and found this one from seven years ago. Lo and behold, it revealed my uneasiness about recent murky vision. Turns out that once again this is exactly my concern today! So here I am reposting it and letting it both speak to my fears and give me a much needed prayer of hope.
(from the 2016 post) I thought I was just being playful with this one, picking up an old class demo of a kind of ink drip creature. And then, no kidding, it started to talk to me about something I needed to hear!
I can see you sitting there, thinking about your eyes, one clear and one struggling to see through spots and threads and the murky patch.
Look me in the eye and repeat after me: I can see just fine. This cage of one eye is translucent and does not a prison make. I have three eyes to take the place of the one
and the world keeps opening.
Drip creatures tend to be a combination of many species and so they exist outside the realm of waking mind where we have convinced ourselves that things are a certain way that we can explain.
Yes, my left eye has a retinal occlusion for which there is treatment. . . of sorts, and yes I must be reminded not to worry, but to notice all the ways my other senses and brain fill in the blanks, giving me for the most part decent sight. I won’t soon forget this colorful and bizarre image, like something right out of a dream, or perhaps a prayer. (end of 2016 post)
And now (2023!) dealing with cloudy vision again, I feel so comforted, remembering that I have three eyes, and the world keeps opening!
If you want to try your own (prophetic!) drip creatures, look at this post for some simple instructions and give it a try!
If you are local to Olympia, Washington, I hope you can join me in the new year for another Playful Muse mixed media painting series! The banquet of new lessons this round will include acrylic textures, crinkled masa paper, creating patina, transparent glazing, and lots more to tickle your creative spirits. If you type any of those terms into the search window on the right you will find examples of the lessons from previous years, as well as student work. All levels of experience are welcome!
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