Magic Moments-2018

Well one has to start somewhere. Here is a quick pen ( Tombow) and brush sketch of the red bud outside my window. The snow from several days ago is still sticking to it. It has been so cold.

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I was just beginning this post when my helpers arrived. After all it has now warmed up to -2 from an earlier -7 so why not truck some big pieces over to the studio?

I shall have to postpone doing a real watercolor of the red bud until later-story of my current life.

Happy New Year

Holly

Magic Moments- figure Studies

This last week i have been pretty much focused on figure drawing and have been enjoying rendering the studies in watercolor and Tombow pen. the first is very touchy requiring the lightest possible washes of color.  I use raw sienna, ultra marine blue, and vermilion with some sepia or vandyke brown.The latter is rapid fire and rather scary as the ink can bleed all over the place. I also have many pen and pencil sketches from the week. here are a few-rather poor photos-forgive me, please.IMG_5323 (768x1024).jpgIMG_5317 (768x1024)IMG_5316 (1024x768)IMG_5311 (1024x768).jpgIMG_5318 (768x1024).jpgIMG_5332 (768x1024)IMG_5333 (768x1024)IMG_5315.JPG

Holly-staying busy

Magic Moments-suspended

Time stands still when i am painting making it a very good occupation for an otherwise troubled mind.

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These lilies were suspended in the sunlight just outside the visitor’s reception shed at Hollister House and so had caught my attention when i was working there as receptionist on Friday.

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I did a little sketch of them while i was there but couldn’t really concentrate as we had so many visitors. I then tried to do another study here at home. They were glowing like lanterns. Perhaps tomorrow i’ll finish up the bigger painting i’ve begun to show a bit more of the setting but, anyway here is one of them.

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9×12 hot press w/c

Holly

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-maybe Ephemeral

A Promise of spring?

Or a desperate race to survive?IMG_3263 (1024x648).jpgThe leaves blanketing the path rustled and crunched as I climbed along the hillside under a hot dry sky. Trees and bushes anxiously pushed their buds to open or stood still and silent panting in the searing heat of an 80 degree day, unusual for mid April.

In spite of flood warnings two days ago due to torrential rain, North West Connecticut is till officially in a severe drought and the Fire danger is listed as high. Climbing higher I left the vernal pools with their frantic chorus of peepers, chiming frogs, and clacking wood frogs to finally fill my water containers at a cascade of water pouring over and under the rocks. The clear cool water seemed in such a great hurry to leave the dry steep hillside. This hillside is unique in New England in having over 80 different ephemeral spring flowers along one short half mile of trail. The micro climate produced by a North East facing hillside forested in mixed hardwoods and hemlock and covered in shattered glacial rock with seasonal and intermittent streams has made a perfect home for these spring flowers. Only now with the hemlock dying out due to the adelgid infestations and poor snow cover with drought the ephemeral flowers seem to be struggling.

I found my favorite clump of round leaf hepatica and sat in the path to paint. The hot dry wind dried my watercolor wash before I even got it down. Tiny soft petals came out with hard edges and spots of dried paint. It was hard to paint freely or maintain any feel of freshness. The colors on my pallet skinned over and grew hard. I moved; tried some spring beauties and trout lilies (not blooming yet) added wake robins bursting upwards to unfurl their leafs and a froth of corn flower or Dutchman’s breeches. The woods were empty hot and silent. Even the birds had sought a cooler place. But one army of animals found me: ticks. When one crawled across my pallett I called it quits and headed home.

Singing the praises of having a deep well and a lovely new shower I took advantage of both head to toe. Tomorrow I’ll venture forth again. After all I loved being in the quiet woods ticks or no ticks. Perhaps shady brook will be a little kinder and my painting made easier.

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Angel in the dust

Holly

Magic Moments- in Gratitude

For Yoga practice-

Have you ever tried combining your routine and stretches to good up beat jazz? Just let it move a little bit? Shake it out between poses? This is really good for lifting ones spirits. So is getting outside to sketch:

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spring lot reflections

Back from a walk down the lane and a brief moment sketching by the pond I’ll try again to establish a better attitude toward life in general. I seem to be looking at a raft of failures in everything I’ve tried to do but I guess that will change if I find a different approach.

Here are some of my recent trials and errors in ceramics:

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The hand built pieces seem prone to warping in the firing-something I never experienced with wheel thrown pieces.

 

And in watercolor:

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There are more on the back sides of no matter

I have learned a great deal from these on how the paint moves now I think I need to use a different paper, one that doesn’t buckle.

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-with Watercolour!!!!

Finally I am at my work table and the brush is loaded with water and pigment. When I can paint it is a little like praying or meditation and I always feel lifted in spirit-

“Like a breath I knew would come, I reach for a new day”.

Yesterday was bad beyond description. I am so grateful for another chance.

Here is the little pencil sketch I made from our brief walk yesterday.

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And here is a watercolor from the sketch.

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There is so much depth that’s missing so much movement and glint in the hemlocks that I just have yet to figure out. And the bright shimmer of the water, the soft roundness of the melting snow. Gee wiz this doesn’t capture that at all so we’ll try again.

 

Actually I’m supposed to be working on ocean waves and sand-oops! Anyway it’s nice to do even a little.

 

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-Just a Moment

“There were many nice moments today…”(Feb.17th, 2016)

and again today in 2017

One of which was making these four little watercolor sketches.

Just 6”x8” they were done on a cheap page of Canson w/c paper which I chopped up. I choose Daniel Smith Prussian blue, Raw Sienna, and Quinacridone gold, and Holbein Vermilion Hue, plus Greenish yellow for no reason that I can think of except i love meadow colors.

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marsh reflections
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Clouds across the field
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breaking waves
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winter hills

Looking at these uploads i realize all the photos are out of focus but I’ve no time to correct that now. Anyway they give the idea and that’s enough.

I had fun with the colors and the wet surfaces playing with my Chinese brushes. I am wicked grateful for all the wonderful inspiration and support I’ve been getting-thank you all dear readers!!!

Now I’m off to bed as tomorrow I’ll be on the road to visit my Mother (98yrs old) in assisted living. I hope I can keep my mind steady for 5 plus hours of driving by myself. And that I can bring a cheerful me to her giving her a fulfilling but not overwhelming visit and a bit of happiness. It is a lot of driving for a very short visit but short is all she can manage now.

 

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments- Just these Days in which to be…

Greetings,

Here is a little sketch from yesterday. I wonder what today’s sketch will be? This one was done from the car while waiting for a friend. I had to use pencil as all my water for water colors was frozen solid.

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Then i spent the afternoon carving and scribing through layers of colored slip on clay slabs that eventually I’ll form into serving pieces. My art evolves slowly as does my life; one step at a time. Medication and Meditation help to pace it and still I dream of making deadlines. I told a friend I’d paint to one of his poems. So far I only have some sketches done, nothing yet to mat and frame. The due date is coming up fast…

The evening saw the opening for a show which had been postponed from last week and in which I had another two entries. It’s good to engage, to get out, and to see what other people are doing and these are the first four pieces I’ve put on exhibit since last June. But tomorrow I’ll skip the Saturday afternoon figure drawing class and work at home. I need to.

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-on a Misty Morning

This morning my friend and i completed our morning walk amazed at how different things  appeared less than 24 hours since our last walk simply because the light was so different.

i would love to create a little slide show from our walk and will try to figure out how to do so but for now here are two little sketches; one from today and one from yesterday. They are both interesting in that they are painted on very inexpensive Canson sketchbook paper using Chinese brushes.

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this is the copper beech with snow still caught on its’ branches. I used ultramarine blue, raw sienna and alizarin crimson, plus burnt sienna
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this is just an idea of looking across one of the fields we pass. I used Prussian blue, raw sienna, alizarin crimson, burnt sienna, and sepia.

There is so much more i need to do. However, i spent all of yesterday on things related to the house and my family and this afternoon in the ceramics studio gamely setting up a new slab with colored slips to try once more to create a large “painted” platter. I figure I’ll do better this time having learned from my mistakes. I’m wearing too many hats and missing awareness of what i really care about. The silence is absolute,and crippling.

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-in song and prayer and friendship

He leaned in and whispered as he turned the page
And he said, “Make yourself into a flame”
A crazy old lion with his hair all backlit
Grinnin’ like a little boy who has a secret

And I do not know its name
Though it’s ever entwining
And I believe it must look
Like an old man shining

We were eatin’ summer peaches
By a roadside stand
Juice running down like laughter
On our chin and on our hands

When we were done, we looked around
And smiled at each other
And you said
“Come on, Carrie, let’s have another”

And I do not know its name
No matter how I try
But I believe that it must taste
Like peaches eaten by the roadside

He drove a rental car shuttle
To the airports on Sundays
We chatted that gray morning
‘Bout the choir he sang with, Wednesdays

He sang a haunting gospel hymn
Shameless and clear
With only me, a wandering stranger
Sitting there to hear

And I do not know its name
Elusive and subtle
But I believe it must sound
Like that man singing in the shuttle

Standing in the river, barefoot in the current
I hear the sound of a bird call and I try to learn it
The water is a wonder, it’s cold and fast and deep
I saw the fish go swimming out too far for me to reach

And I do not know its name
Swimmer or watcher
But I believe that there is always something
Moving beneath the water

If holy is a sphere
That cannot be rendered
There is no middle place
Because all of it is center

I do not know its name

I do not know its name

I do not know its name

Carrie Newcomer-“I do Not Know it’s name”

Here are some terrible drawings but the best i can do.They should certainly make the more talented feel glad and that’s OK; I’m gaining stability day by day which is my goal. (these were all done from my car-a fun way to sketch in the winter)

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pencil and w/c
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drawn directly with watercolor

Broken relationships tear us from God.

Please do not leave me in the dark.

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drawn with fiber pen
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pencil w/ w/c wash begun

I am your friend

Always.

practicing Y.E.S.

                        Angel in the dust