Portland Open Studios (PDXOS) features 106 artists who open their studios, showing their art and work spaces to visitors. This past weekend over 100 guests learned a bit about encaustic collage, hand embroidery and my art practice. Additionally, everyone was given the opportunity to create their own small piece – working with beeswax, demar resin, oil pastels and encaustic colors. They had a blast and so did I! Monday evening I visited 8 of the studios in my artist community (Community #2). Betsy Levine #11, (her meticulous oil paintings of flowers are delightful) organized this private tour – since we’re all booked during the two weekends of the event. The studios and artworks I saw were amazing and getting to know these artists was a treat. David Friedman’s, #17 paper cutting must be seen in person – photos just can’t capture it’s depth and beauty. Kamala Dolphin-Kingsley’s #20, watercolors and acrylics are wonderful – scientific and whimsical at the same time. Dan Pillers #16, heart-felt mixed media/reclaimed wood sculptures tell stories and share his visions. Mona Cordell’s #19, bi-level studio was full of her powerful figure paintings, sumi brush drawings and more. Would so love to see her body painting on the NW Dance Project performers this weekend! Mandy Stigant’s #18, sturdy wood-fired stoneware would be a great to use. Scott Conary’s #13, masterful oil paintings tell stories of places, people and more. Hilary Pfeiffer’s #12, works embrace several mediums: wood, metal and book publishing. Her painted wood birds and animals are truly delightful. Three hours later I came home visually sated, feeling very honored to be included with this talented group of working artists. I’m gearing up for this weekend’s tour (October 15/16, 10am – 5pm), creating some small encaustic pieces (3.5 x 3.5) on the left-over pine blocks that my sweet husband so graciously cut and sanded for me. Sharing what I love to do, having people appreciate my work and also enjoy trying their hand at making is the best! Here are some the Little Art Works (L.A.W.) that will be available this weekend – $25 each and ready to hang. Today’s lovely sun is giving way to a weekend of rain, rain, rain. So please do drop by, have some tea and chocolate, play with wax and see my work – I look forward to sharing it with you. Portland Open Studios guides are available at New Seasons, Collage, Dick Blick, Artist and Craftsman Supply as well as other local businesses and there’s a free app, too!
Over committing can be so tempting – saying YES! to all the opportunities that come your way. You can fit them in . . . just don’t sleep, right?
My late summer and fall are a true train wreck schedule-wise. I’m not sure what possessed me, although I suspect my “art ego” is asserting herself and now she’s driving me out of my tiny mind (the flattery of being selected into juried shows is so enticing). Not only did I agree to open up my studio, I designed the postcard (with the gray background) for my Portland Open Studios Community Group (#2) AND I am handling the inventory for the PDXOS Pop Up Sale – which does fulfill all of my volunteer hours so there is a benefit🙂.
Additionally, the Local 14 Show at the Left Bank Annex is coming up – September 29- October 2. At the kick-off dinner earlier this month I met several wonderful artists and am looking forward to seeing more of their work. This group is SO organized – they have been producing exhibitions for 49 years – so of course they’re totally on top of every aspect which makes it a real pleasure to be included as a guest artist
So right now I’m driven to make, make, make when what I really want to do is sleep, sleep, sleep. Ideas are coming fast and furious (which isn’t always the case as many of you know – there are times that the worry about never thinking of another good idea is all consuming – but that’s not happening now). Half finished projects clutter my studio and lists abound. I’m being a whiner-pants, I know it so please accept my apologies now ’cause it’s only gonna get worse. The Wild Arts Festival is in November and then there’s the Solumination Holiday Show and finally my own December Pop Up Shop.
Check out the windows (on Madison between 2nd and 3rd) at the Justice Center (1120 SW 3rd Avenue, Portland, OR) through September 25 where I have four encaustic collages displayed as a lead-up to the Local 14 show. Additionally I’m showing work in the 6th Annual RE/MAX Show & Sale that is open October 22 and 29th – 237 NW Broadway, also in Portland. The crow embroideries will be framed and available at the Local 14 and Audubon shows along with encaustic collages and more. I am glad that I my work was accepted for all these exhibitions . . . if I could just clone myself or add several more hours to my days for the next few months – all would be perfect. Oh well since that’s unlikely, it’s back to the studio for me.🙂
There are studio days that are incredibly productive. Correspondence is answered, artwork is shipped, pieces are finished and at the end of the day the studio is tidy. Then there are days like this past Monday . . . where I take two steps forward and four steps back – little is accomplished, the studio’s in chaos and I bounce around from idea-to-idea, leaving half finished projects in my wake.
I’m often asked “How long did it take you to make this piece?” Frankly, it’s the one question I really hate and giving an accurate answer always stymies me. Funny, huh, since it’s the actual process of “making” that fuels my creative soul. Does the person want to know all the little picky time-consuming details? (How many times I gessoed and sanded a birch panel, how I scraped away images, beeswax and oil pastels ’cause the work just isn’t “getting there”? How I can only feed one sheet at a time of Sumi rice paper into the printer because it’s temperamental and chews up the paper?) I think not. I wonder if the questioner is asking for “time = difficulty of process” or “time = years I’ve been creating art” or last, but usually not least, “time = money per hour” information.
On days like yesterday when asked the “how long” question, I feel like tearing my hair out and yelling “I have absolutely no idea!”
This is my third Portland studio in as many years, and by far the largest and most unusual. I occupy the 2nd floor sunporch of a former 4-plex apartment building, built in the 1920’s, which also is home to therapists and counselors. No one else was interested in the space and for me it’s perfect.
Even on my least productive days, time spent in this studio is the best! Favorite tools live there, the north light is perfect, my collections clutter the windowsills and books and materials overflow the shelves. I’m close to good coffee and the activity outside my windows gives me visual breaks when moving forward just isn’t happening.
While I strive for good work days, inspiration and a sense of completion; it all comes down to one simple fact: I love my studio – it’s where I’m most at home. I’m fairly certain that most artists feel this way and cherish the time spent making. What’s your studio space like? I’d love to hear about your “creative home.”
Been working on this (along with encaustics and more) for the last month. This nine page pattern comes in a resealable ziplock bag and contains the following: 10.5 inches of woven ribbon, materials list, pattern pieces, stitch tutorial, color photos with written instructions and resource list. Cost is $10 (includes shipping). You choose your ribbon. Email me at email@example.com as I’m in the process of setting up a shop and the patterns are available now. Check/cash, credit card orders OK too, (credit card pattern cost is $10.50). Here’s to Happy Sewing friends!
Renaissance® Ribbons are woven and artist-designed. (From top-to-bottom): Purple/green leaves, Happy houses, Autumn color, Summer flowers, Orange slices and Morning glories. These ribbons come with blue painters tape on the cut ends (to prevent unraveling).
Midori® Ribbons are these are double-sided! (From top-to-bottom): red/black, spring green/white, purple/white, orange/white. These ribbons come with blue painters tape on the cut ends (to prevent unraveling).
One of the many color photos included with the written instructions. This pattern is easy to follow and you’ll learn several useful embroidery stitches, too! I’ve taught children as young as 6 and adults as well. Once you’ve made one Sew Happy Pincushion® you’ll be hooked!
Standard by Ed Ruscha
Lake Light by April Gornik
The Chess Game by John Singer Sargent
A Bigger Grand Canyon by David Hockney
Seeing Nature at the Portland Art Museum closes tomorrow (Sunday, January 10) and I finally viewed this amazing exhibition this morning. Better late than never, but how I wish I’d gone sooner and then gone again and again and again. 39 landscape masterworks spanning five centuries, a portion of the Paul Allen Family collection. Paintings by Monet, Klimt, O’Keeffe, JWM Turner, Cézanne, Hopper and more, thoughtfully displayed in three galleries. It was wonderfully overwhelming and deserving of so much more time than I could spend today. If you live in Portland and haven’t seen this show – go tomorrow and you won’t be disappointed.
I recently completed a project for a favorite client’s event: designing and then creating 150 custom collage bookmarks centered on the conference’s theme of “resilience”. The participants were Nurses and PA’s working with children and their families at Seattle Children’s Hospital. Research lead me to many great quotations addressing resiliency, “bouncing back,” and recovering from adverse situations, and of course I started thinking about my own “bounce backs.” I’m definitely a “glass half full” kind of gal and generally handle adversities fairly well. However, this past weekend I received a rejection notice from a show that I was sure I would get into and was thrown for a loop. (Just to be clear – this in no way compares to what these children’s health care professionals deal with on a daily basis and how they learn to cope and move on.)
To be so confident about an outcome and then get a different result caused me to fall down and go into high melodrama for an entire day. Grumping around, being unpleasant to my ever-supportive spouse, re-examening my past, questioning my work, my commitment, comparing myself to other artists and makers . . . when I wallow (which isn’t very often) I do jump in with both feet.
Exercise and a good night’s sleep definitely contributed to today’s uplifted spirits and recalling Mary Chapin Carpenter lyrics, “Sometimes you’re the windshield . . . sometimes you’re the bug,” gave me the opportunity to embrace the bigger picture and cope. Do I think I should have gotten into the show? Yes. Am I questioning my art practice? No. Am I moving forward? You bet!
Upon entering S.M.U.T. (So Many Unique Treasures), you immediately encounter a row of lockers labeled Instant Relatives, 50¢ each. Wire bins are stuffed with silvered black and white prints, faded Kodachrome images and tiny curled-edge snapshots with spidery handwriting in the white margins chronicling long-forgotten events, people or places. On a recent visit, after much deliberation, I purchased $10 worth of “new family members.”
I wonder about all those abandoned people – some smiling, some not, some posed, others caught totally unaware with “deer in the headlight expressions.” Are they still on the planet? Did they have a good life? Are they missed? How’d they end up here? Another thought comes to mind: this type of photography is totally going to disappear. Photos are posted to Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Tumbler and other social media sites, and while seen by many, are rarely downloaded, printed or saved. Those “uncomfortable” photos – double chins, bad hair, grumpy countenances, whatever … dumped in the virtual trashcan and never viewed, much less printed to paper. (I most definitely ‘edit’ photos taken of me, by family or friends – there’s nothing worse than having someone snap you from below the chin, is there?).
I think of this young man in the b/w photo as “Eddie.” Judging by his haircut, it looks like he’s in high school – probably in the 1950’s. A “boy’s boy,” a bit rough-and-tumble, but kind, I bet he owned a dog. Today while drawing (with felt-tip pens, pencils, ballpoints and finally Prisma colors) I listened to the final chapters of All The Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr – selected because I liked the book’s cover art and title – and was rewarded with a wonderful story and a view into lives so different from mine. When “Eddie’s” smile beamed up at me amongst the hundreds of discarded photos I ‘adopted’ him, so-to-speak. Again I have the opportunity to be the recipient of someone else’s story even tho’ I don’t know what “Eddie’s” life was really like, but given that grin, I bet it was a good one.