Magickal Day






Always fun to be blessed with a little Magick in my day! Today I acquired a sturdy wood flat file from my friend Maciek Albrecht. His studio, you can see his witty whimsical studio at is in Easton, PA.

The piece is funky and practical and I am super thrilled to have safe storage for my paper. I asked about the key and he said no key. Once we got back to Bethlehem, I started to go through the drawers. In the top drawer – I found a piece of tape – with the key under it!!

All that’s left is to roll it into the Banana Factory and into my studio and fill it with paper and wonderful art!!

Any excuse!

I’m in Boston. Egads! I Left the cap to my precious bottle of violet ink on the coffee tray and room service took it away. It was the only art supply I brought. I went minimalist and packed light–what can I say? Hey it’s a good excuse to find the closest art supply shop, right!? They had no Dr. Ph. Martin’s Bombay ink in any color. Switching gears I found empty glass jars with lids to rescue the lidless bottle waiting back at my room and bonus – I bought a Liquitex acrylic ink in violet to try, a few extra nibs for good measure.


On the Block

Latest work – watercolor with bronze acrylic. I started the ink work this week in my spare time. This piece was painted several weeks ago at the height of summer and after a few cool nights I am preferring autumnal shades already. This has an oceanic almost caribbean tropical feel. I am super excited to be working on it and have some nice ideas for the piece.Image


Immediate attention РI am moving the Bessesdotter Verksted in Allentown PA to the Banana Factory in Bethlehem, PA. I am busy cleaning, packing, lamenting on less time for making art, but overjoyed to have a new space in a vibrant community.  No pics of my personal space yet, but here are some shots of the outside of the building Рin the event you are going to be able to make it to First Friday May 3rd the address is 25 W 3rd Street, Bethlehem, PA. Hope to see you there!imagesimages

How I Paint

I soak watercolor paper in a tub of cool clean water for 2-3 minutes, remove the paper and press between 2 clean bath towels. Working on a flat surface with large squirrel mop brush I begin with loose watercolor washes. I do not work the a lot, but I continue to add and push the paint with either brushes or my fingers. This is an integral part of the work for me, once dried the fingerprints are like landmarks. Rarely I will use a blotter, but occasionally I will do so with a rough rag to create texture. Additionally, I use found objects placed in the paint and left to dry so as to draw paint to those areas. Other times, I might use harmless natural resists like castile soap, oatmeal or salt to obtain depth in the work.
At this point I usually allow the work to dry. Once dry, I can re-wet and add more paint and texture or move on to ink in the large areas. Inking is done with smaller brushes and pens. There is no planning or completion of inking at this time, the piece is open to re-working or starting collage in an inked area or adding paint. The inking is the mind engaging part where I can get lost for hours, allowing ideas to form, transcending the hum-drum-slow-rattle brain chatter and get some peace.

The Artist does it again

Originally published August of 2010, this is revisited February 2012.

The Artist. A Title. A venerable title that holds so much promise, yet is born out of deep pain or resonant joy, each work is a reflecting pool of a life, a time, a dwelling, a bond, a collaborator or partner. Ever The Artist. I have dragged The Title kicking and screaming all the way, sometimes losing sight of it, putting others needs before The Title’s needs. At times The Title gets complacent and waits, whirring and worrying, behind me shadow-like, and then feeling trapped it gnaws off a leg. And it lets me know every time that it is weary of being flouted and it gets angry. That is how The Title preserves itself. What if I die before It gets It’s work done? How dare I…so I step aside again and let it chew off a limb or kill a part of my life so we can get to work again.
The Artist has just killed again.

Recurring theme – surfaced again, I had to visit this again to find the essence of the work. Its always a bloody event, visceral and real, takes me down to a bare bones emptiness. Yet out of it comes something so clear and pristine that I gasp as I feel the new power surge through me.

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