|:Call and Answer to the Bridge Between:|

Rain taking the nights, taking the days
~ Grey and grey and grey ~

Rain misting soft
~ billow light ~

Rain driving down
~ staccato rap rap rap sharp beat ~

Rain washing over the eaves
~ waterfall roar ~

Water settling in the low lie of the fields
~ corn stubble, sharp cut ragged, edge shallow pools ~

Ditches, creeks, rivers spilling
~ corpulent greasy flows thick with silt, tumbling bobbing bits of whatever blow in – fallen, from crumbling edges and banks ~

Awash
~ away. away. wait for the.  break.  between.  breathe. ~

 

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Awash
~ Awash ~ Awash ~ Awash ~

Spring Garden Views

It’s been a relatively cool and damp year so far which has been lovely for the flower beds but not so nice for the vegetable garden (which went in very late this year). I live in an old house and I inherited a very large amount of what grows in my flower beds (though I have made some significant changes). We’re located in a Carolinian region and I’m happy to see native species stake their claim in among the heritage varieties and garden center additions. We have a small pond that we stock with shubunkins to keep down the mosquito population. Unfortunately the damp spring has created other opportunities for mosquito populations to thrive.  Our home is located a 5 minute drive from the Lake Erie shoreline which means lake flies often swarm the yard in late spring. This year’s lake flies and mosquitoes have really discouraged weeding so the garden has run a bit amok but it is beautiful in its untamed state. I do have to admit I’m a bit concerned about the weight of some of the untrimmed hedges in regards to the trellises that hold them up. Hopefully they will hang on until the conditions are a little more amendable to yard work. I’ve attached an album of garden photos (a small selections of shots taken over the past couple of months) . We’ve not had a lot of sunny days. I suppose I could shoot RAW format and edit them afterwards but it’s not my preference. It might just be me but I find that RAW images tend to have so much “noise” that it’s distracting. I did edit the levels in 2 of the pictures. One was the Lily of the Valley photo as it was just too dark every time I went out to take a picture of them. The other was the picture of our cat Charlie (same reason). I included him because, though it might not seem that way, he is involved in pretty much any picture I take outside. If he’s not rubbing up against my legs, he’s butting me in the bottom with his head or actually walking into my shots. I usually end up with at least 4 or 5 pictures of his tail or his head whenever I’m shooting out in the yard. I thought he deserved his own photo.

The song for this post is Gillian Welch’s Acony Bell  for the spring flowers that brave a new season.

Drawing Tales

I don’t have photo studio equipment or even a light box so when I want to shoot my art work I wait for a day when the daylight is conducive to getting the best shots possible. I usually shoot in the backyard with my Canon Rebel XTi on a tripod and my work on an easel.  It’s not a fancy setup as you can see in this picture.

I set my easel up on the back patio to take advantage of the daylight.
My easel is set up on the back patio to take advantage of the afternoon light.

I’m getting to the end of an old sketch book and last week I decided to commemorate its place in my journey by posting some photos of the contents on my art blog ( you can check that out here if you’d like). As I had already set up my easel I decided to take a couple of pictures of two of my larger sketchbooks. I use different sketchbooks for different reasons. The one I’ll soon be retiring is small enough for me to carry around with me and I use it as the occasion arises. When I’m in studio I have a tendency to work in a larger format.

This drawing was inspired by a Shel Silverstein illustration
This drawing was inspired by a Shel Silverstein illustration
You may have notice by now, dear viewer, that I enjoy drawing flowers.
You may have notice by now, dear viewer, that I enjoy drawing flowers.

I often use drawings to explore ideas for projects such as these props that were used at a variety show put on by a local theater group I volunteer for. A limited budget required ingenuity so the final props were made out of used boxes I picked up for free at the local liquor store.

These were the original drawings I presented to the board for a variety show skit.
These were the original drawings I presented to the board for a variety show skit.
This was the realization of the drawings as props. They decided to only use 4 of the designs. In these photos you can see the lines from the boxes I used but they weren't noticeable when the props were used during the production.
This was the realization of the drawings as props. The director decided to include 4 of the designs. In these photos you can see the lines from the boxes I used but they weren’t that noticeable when the props were on stage during the production.

Sometimes the drawing process is a little less straight forward. I found a photograph I liked in a gardening magazine and used it as resource for a painting.  I then used that painting as inspiration for a drawing.

I took the details from a photo I admired and interpreted them in acrylic
I took the details from a photo I admired and interpreted them in acrylic.
I took the image one step further from the original inspiration and interpreted it as a sketch
I took the image even one step further from the source and realized it as a sketch.

I’ve often heard people lament their drawing skills by saying they can’t draw a straight line. To me that seems like the strangest thing to say. I draw all the time. If I’m not using a sketchbook I’m doodling in the margins of the newspaper or on the lined piece of paper I’m supposed to be taking notes on. I’d be hard pressed to think of a single time that I have ever required a straight line for anything I’ve rendered.

The link for this post is to an old television show about drawing I would watch when I was very young. The quality is not good but perhaps some of you might remember it. Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawings 

Yesterday I realized I have a sad face.

I’ve been a bit stuck on this large painting I’ve been working on. Mostly I think because it’s part of a series which is a bit of a departure for me but also because I’m trying something different with the technique. Usually there’s an almost textile appearance to larger areas in my compositions that I create through small flat brush strokes. I’ve touched on that in the lower section of this particular painting but not in the dominate feature of the composition which happens to be a stormy sky. I wanted to create a smooth transition from light to dark which worked well for another piece in the series (it’s a triptych) but I’m just not feeling it with this larger piece.

 At first I couldn’t tell what was wrong. I felt …stuck. I sat and looked at the painting and looked some more. I would get up and do some random things around the house. I’d browse Imgur, do a crossword puzzle or read a book. Then I’d tell myself to get my act together and I’d sit in front of the canvas, dab a bit of paint on it and then stand back and look. Another dab and look again. I thought maybe it needed a glaze of colour to create distance in the background. So I tried that. It looked better but it still didn’t feel right. Days passed and became weeks. I thought fine…I’ll leave it for a bit.

I decided to work on some other stuff; pen and ink sketches, a little bit of writing (I’m using that term very loosely) for a local theater group I belong to. I was just trying to keep my momentum up in the hope that it would shake something loose, letting me move forward on the large canvas. Doing other stuff was when I discovered the whole sad face thing. I’d thought of a concept for a self-portrait but I wanted to work from a photo rather than a mirror as my image would only be the starting point of the composition. Yesterday I decided to take some pictures with my phone and a mirror. I basically think I look okay after I’ve done the makeup and style your hair thing. I’m getting older so there are signs of that but for the most part I’d say I’m average though not in a horrible way. Aging, in case you haven’t realized yet, happens to us all. I think it’s best to accept it as gracefully as you can. Unless you have a ton of money, then fight the good fight if you want and go down screaming. I’m getting used to looking a little older each year and I did see that in the pictures I took. The thing that surprised me was how SAD I looked, even when I retook the pictures trying to look a little more cheery. My choir director says we (that is me and the other ladies in our choir) should try to lift our eyebrows when we sing because it makes us look like we’re interested and happy. So I tried the eyebrow lift and I just looked surprised sad and I wondered-Did I always have a sad face and just never notice?

There aren’t a lot of pictures of me as I’m always the one on the other end of the camera. Most of the time when I’m in a picture it’s usually in the background. I had to hunt a bit to find some older examples to compare these new pictures to and you know what? I didn’t always have the sad face. Now I should probably explain that the past couple of years have been particularly rough on a number of fronts. There have been some pretty stressful events for me, my immediate and my extended family. When they talk about those stress scales and major stress events in a person’s life I can honestly say we’ve hit all the markers. When it rains it pours and the weather is still looking pretty cloudy. So…Is that what’s happened to my face?

Looking at my sad pictures of my sad face I suddenly thought of an incident a month before when I had asked a friend to un-tag me in a Facebook picture because I thought I looked sad in it. It was a picture of me at a party and I thought it was just a bad picture because who is sad at a party? Well according to that picture I am and apparently my face says I’m sad at other times as well. It’s strange because I don’t remember being sad at the party and I didn’t feel sad when I was taking those pictures the other day but I sure did look sad. Maybe that’s going to be my face from now on. That’s not a great thought. I tried to remember the last time I had a good hard laugh. It wasn’t too long ago. I’d gone to see a play with some family and friends and things got a little goofy during drinks afterwards but before that night out I think it might have been awhile.

What could I do about my sad face? I decided to smile hard. I felt a bit foolish smiling vacantly at myself in the mirror but I figured if I didn’t want to have a sad face I should maybe try to have a happy one. As a matter of fact for the rest of the day I smiled hard every so often. You know what happened? I hurt my face. I think my smile muscles were so out of practice that I actually made my face sore by smiling through the day. I might have to rethink that strategy. Anyway if anyone had seen me they probably would have thought I was insane, smiling like a maniac as I went about my business. I’m sure my dogs weren’t judging me (they don’t do that sort of thing do they?) but they must have been wondering what the deal was. So what to do about the sad face? I don’t know. Maybe in time it will sort itself out. Right now I hope nobody tells me a joke tomorrow because I wasn’t kidding about my face hurting.

I might be ready to tackle the big canvas again soon. I’m starting to think that maybe a little bit of texture in the sky would be a good way to communicate the power of the storm. I think I’ve known it for a while but have been holding back because I’d gotten attached to how successful the new approach was with the triptych as well as feeling some trepidation as to the sheer volume of work that will be required to address the sky with a small brush. I’ll just have to put those thoughts behind me, move forward putting my trust in the process…and maybe think happy thoughts a bit more.

I think an appropriate song for this post is Sad Eyes by Robert John from way back in the early 70s. The video is grainy, the audio is tinny and it starts off with dancers in flowing dresses- enjoy. 

A Change in The Weather

The rain has come and washed away the pack of rabid dog days. The feverish hounds, all sweat and sweltering foam, tucked tail between their legs and ran panicked, harried by the lake wind and the heat lightning clouds. Hunkered down in the place the cur goes to hide they’ll bide their time till August calls her canis hours. Morning breaks with the cool kiss of an early June dawn and spring finds its step once again.

*This post was originally hosted on another blogging platform (MSN Space to MSN Live and finally WordPress). When the content was transferred the media files were lost. I’ve chosen to add new photos rather than delete the posts. I try to match any updated content to previously posted comments. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t so the comments can seem to be out of context but I don’t want to delete any of them as they are a part of my blogging history.

“Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk.” ~R. Inmon

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn
sunshine by staying in the house.
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne~
If you look for the truth outside yourself,
It gets farther and farther away.
Today walking alone, I meet it everywhere I step.
It is the same as me, yet I am not it.
Only if you understand it in this way
Will you merge with the way things are.
–   Tung-Shan
*This post was originally hosted on another blogging platform (MSN Space to MSN Live and finally WordPress). When the content was transferred the media files were lost. I’ve chosen to add new photos rather than delete the posts. I try to match any updated content to previously posted comments. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t so the comments can seem to be out of context but I don’t want to delete any of them as they are a part of my blogging history.