Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Papier-Mâché Masque: Tin Foil Face
While I played a little with filters - it was irresistible - I hardly think this project is going to turn out anything like I had envisaged. The tin foil face masque challenges me to imagine its future, especially since it is a rendition of my face. Still, it is the base on which I will layer papier-mâché. Who knows how this will turn out? Or if it will. My aim was to make a "Green Goddess" masque, and perhaps in the end something to that effect may miraculously appear.
I hope to document the strange organic growth of this masque from its tinfoil beginnings.
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*Note: To see the finished masque, as well as two short slideshows of the process of making it, go here: Green Goddess Papier-mache Masque.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Slipstream, the Tangled Garden (Painting, 2009)
Slipstream, the Tangled Garden, 11"x14½", 28x37cm; mixed media (oils, acrylic varnish, markers, parchment) on canvas tablette
Today I pasted poetry printed on parchment paper onto an oil painting. The poetry pasted into the painting from the first lines of a prosepoem I wrote in 2006:
Slipstream, the tangled garden
Furrow in the tree. Leaf flapping, a green flag. Leaves sprout endlessly, each different. Why does it have to tick every second? Give me the skin of the drumbeat of time. Leaves dance in the solar wind. Blow time away. Enfold me like a furrow. Encase me in wood, the roots, the branches. Let tendrils be the leaves, or my fingers.Rise from
this womb of roots.
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Listen to a slightly earlier version of this prose poem (5min 4sec) at SoundClick. Or by pop-up window: highspeed; dial-up.
Flower Scene
Flower Scene, 11"x14½", 28x37cm; mixed media (oils, acrylic varnish, markers) on canvas
Just fooling around today - painted most of this without my reading glasses, which felt freeing. Think I will add a poem to it.
My thought is to find something I've written or write something new and print it on parchment paper and varnish it onto the painting.
Sounds like an idea, but finding the words and materials... now that's another matter!
That rather clumsy lining of the trumpet vine flower will decrease in visual dominance when there are words in black with their letters of lines.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Celestial Dancer III - mid-way
When this painting is a little drier, I'll work on the details - though surprisingly if cropped a bit it looks almost finished now. It was not easy to come back to this figure when I have let her sit in storage and my rooms here and in Vancouver unfinished for 5 years. With courage and force of will, I began to complete it. First I tried painting her on an easel, which perhaps isn't my style in that I probably dance over the work as I am painting. A quick trip out to purchase 2 yards of thick clear plastic at Honest Ed's, the kind for tables in Italian restaurants, would protect my living room floor. I placed it on the floor, with a little prayer that neither my cat nor my dog would inadvertently wander over the painting space, the canvas surface of wet oils, along with a long piece of unused canvas on the side in case of spills, and shone a clamp lamp with a daylight bulb on the area. And then carefully laid the painting flat and wetted it and painted from the tube with fingers and washes with a large thick brush and oh solitary dramatics in an attempt to feel my way into the movement of the dance, her moment of stillness... she is graceful, beautiful, I don't know if that comes across. Hope so!
Celestial Dancer III, 2004-2009, 2'x3', 61x91.5cm, oil on canvas
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