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On the train

On the return trip from the music festival in Nebraska– I painted a glorious full moon over the Rockies.  The best part-  other than the train ride itself- was two days we extended our trip to visit people who turned out to be unavailable.  We goofed off in Omaha, burgers, beer, $2 movies, thrift stores, antique malls, hikes around the lake.  We returned home to the famous random N. Cal power shutdown fiasco.
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fortha july

So quiet here in Canyon this holiday with everybody mostly gone.  Art and I played the Plough happy hour gig, then back for a nonexistent party.

I have been using two or three different brushes constantly this year, particularly a 1″ flat Princeton and a #4 round Raphael travel brush, with Winsor Newton, Sennelier and Pelikan watercolors.

sempervirens fund watercolor

3×4″ watercolor sketch in moleskine journal

Lettering and random brush strokes is a thing right now.  Yes, two things can be a thing.  A stained chair cover spontaneously updated with sume-i ink straight and diluted, and a first iteration of the “$1,000, FINE FOR LETTERING” sign are examples.

I went haywire with some house paint and the 1″ flat in the roofing house, painting a plywood wall panel and putting together a small matching panel and another newsprint-collage-on-tiny-stretched-canvas piece.   Deeply meaningful transformative story of discovery I will not subject you to, about family and creativity and home and how I became an artist at a young age.  I took some shots with my iPad of the interior and small paintings, I will post them later.


an odd synchrony of images

taken a day apart

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travel journal, march 2017, painted may 2019

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evening shadows, May 21, 2019


And Howe

Back to Howe- my garage studio is getting a lot of use lately.  A kind of a miracle when the owner moved away and took the dog that had chosen me as her personal project, barking furiously and frantically at my presence.  In the move and subsequent upgrade of the back of the house, the electricity to the garage was disconnected-  Incredibly freeing once I removed all the various electrical devices: lamps, water boiler, heater, projector, a tuner and turntable and crate of LP’s I had just moved in.  All this STUFF was in the way of my practice.

First the chaos, then slowly putting things back together, leaner, not meaner.  Much more room now, and a big reorganization of frames, canvases, materials.  Lucky I am for the enormous south facing window, and knowing how to dress and work in the weather.

The owner left many cans of house paint for me to recycle, and I have been painting everything white- a step stool I found on the street and repaired.  I painted the dingy wall, and put nails up and down the studs in a grid to hang frames on.  I repaired and repainted the five frames I had built from scrap house trim for my apple illustrations– so fresh and excellent.  


Random Journaling

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I am doing a lot of brush practice, and bought a Portable Palette, and a couple of new colors to add to my Winsor Newton collection.  Sennelier Serpentine Genuine, M. Graham Magnesium blue, plus later I added a chrome green.  Still not completely happy with this selection.  Actually I am mostly using them to highlight and color passages in my written journal, but slowly, cautiously (why?) moving into sketchbook pages.  I have so many! nearly empty sketchbooks to fill, and so little motivation, ideas, gumption, whatever.

 


Kolam

Somehow became fascinated with the practice of drawing kolam- although I am using a Uniball signo white pen rather than rice flour.  Here are a few.

 

 


Canyon Winter

On the day of the big “Camp” fire in Paradise, we finished the deck in Canyon.  It was a spur-of-the-moment impulse a couple days earlier to abandon the idea of a building that would ruin the view from the little deck.  Realizing we now have sufficient, heatable indoor space, and the on-demand water heater, bathtub and shower situated outside, it no longer made sense.  Suddenly we were seeking and gathering boards from around the property, sanding them down and fitting them together somewhat at random.  The smell of smoke came in early on the morning of November 8, but a little research showed a brushfire near Joaquin Miller park.  Around noon a thicker wave came through, but we worked through it and finished attaching all the boards by early afternoon-  The smoke got thicker, and over a week later was so bad, funneled through the delta and trapped over the bay area, that N95 masks were required.