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Saturday, November 30, 2013
That's just ducky...
Labels:
dream image,
duck,
eye,
plants,
self portrait,
watercolor,
Works in Progress
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Residual Gazing
My daughter's kitten likes to watch me while I paint. Actually, she likes to watch the paint rolling down the wall while I paint. She looks intently at the wall while I draw with pencil on the paper. Then when I finish, she looks at me in askance as to why I have stop. I was providing her with amusement and I should continue. It seems I have my own cheer leading squad of one black and white cat.
Should I move from the painting wall, this is what looks at me on the red table as I leave: a compilation of cut out doll pictures sent to me by a friend. True story: one day I just received an envelope full doll eyes. No reason, just because. One of the best things ever.
Should I move from the painting wall, this is what looks at me on the red table as I leave: a compilation of cut out doll pictures sent to me by a friend. True story: one day I just received an envelope full doll eyes. No reason, just because. One of the best things ever.
Dream Generator Totem (work in progress) watercolor on paper 22" x 30" |
Labels:
cat,
eye,
self portrait,
watercolor,
Works in Progress
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Hold your arm like this and don't move
Black Hen White Cat (work in progress) watercolor on paper 42" x 42" |
I dreampt that there was an ark in my backyard. My husband snuck it in sometime in the day or year before. Apparently I didn't notice the 200 foot long and 150 foot tall boat in my garden. He hid it using old furniture that piled up the sides. Once the furniture was moved away, there was the boat.
The boat is unfinished. It's just a haul. Large timbers intersect and swoop down the jut up. Trash occupies that place between where the furniture used to be.
Because of the boat, my chickens have taken to living up in a large oak tree. There is a tree fort up there and they roost in the leaf bare branches, waiting for the summer to come back. They ask me why I am so silly as not to notice the boat.
Stop crying they tell me.
One day my ship will come in, too, they say.
The chickens tell me there is only so much I can worry about and a large unfinished boat is not one of those things.
note from meeting on 11/6/13 |
note from meeting on 11/6/13 |
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
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