Tomorrow (Saturday, April 19th) is our neighborhood yard sale day, and Mark and I are busy trying to get ready. We will have some radios, of course, and some furniture, framed pictures, and a myriad of other things for sale. There will be lots of houses in the neighborhood selling things. The Old Village Bookshop will also be having their moving sale, I’m looking forward to checking that out. Come by and visit us if you get a chance!
I belong to an art doll group. The last challenge they had was to make a “games doll”, a doll relating to a game of some sort. I picked gambling, and Snake Eyes is the result. He says “you gotta play to win” on one side, and “life’s a gamble, take a chance” on the other. Can you tell I have issues with gambling?
The Great Mormon. If you’d like to see a painting of a Great Mormon that actually looks like a Great Mormon, check out Pattie’s blog. And yes, Pattie, I believe your identification is correct.
This is the Common Morpho, though I see nothing common about it. I don’t begin to capture the iridescence of the wings, but let’s face it, capturing the beauty of a butterfly doesn’t really happen. If you want to see someone get close, again, check out Pattie’s blog. Her paintings and pastels are beautiful.
this should stop soon.
Tropical Swallowtail. Painted him last night. Now I’ve got to go clean the house, Joan is coming over and I don’t want her to know what a pig I am. Oh, wait, she reads this blog. Joan, don’t read this!
This is the part of spring that isn’t so pretty. The snow has melted and revealed all the debris that people leave behind. When I walk I try to pick some of it up. We’ve all had trash get away from us, the wind takes it as we try to empty a wastebasket, papers fly out our car door on a windy day. I’m hoping that picking up some garbage makes up for those times, that in my lifetime I’ve at least put more garbage in it’s proper place than I’ve let get away from me.
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If youâ€™d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places youâ€™ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and sheâ€™ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to â€œwhere I stoodâ€, because right now Iâ€™m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.
That’s French for “set in place”, and it refers to the practice of getting everything ready before one starts to cook. Mise en place. Something I wish I had. A while ago Lynn blogged about her rituals before she starts working on art, and asked what everyone else’s rituals are. Well, I don’t have one, and I never have “mise en place”, no matter whether I’m cooking, making art, fixing something, painting, or anything else. When I’m ready to cook, I start heating a pan and chopping onions, without thought to how long the pan will be on the stove waiting for the onions. I usually don’t check to see if I have the eggs I’m going to need for a recipe. This can make for some interesting substitutions. I never clear a space, and start spilling stuff immediately on Mark’s papers that he leaves strewn about the kitchen. If Mark and I ever get divorced, this will probably be the reason. He can’t stand the way I work. I help him with the houses, but I usually start painting with no thought of a drop cloth, where I’ll set the brush down, or how I’m going to reach that far corner. I start swinging hammers with out looking at what might be behind me. When I decide it’s time to work on art, I am inspired at the moment, so I just start working. I don’t think about what I’ll need or how much space it will take. Consequently, I tend to work on the floor, and spend a lot of time popping up and down to find the stuff I need to make whatever it is I’m making. I keep thinking I’ll change, and for brief periods of time I have been able to give some thought to a project before I start, but that’s rare. I think I’m always gonna be this way, and I kind of like it. I tend to run across interesting things while I’m looking for other stuff, and I’ll use things in different ways because I can’t find what I need. It keeps me thinking, but I don’t really recommend it as a way of getting stuff done.
The Small Postman
and the Yellow Longwing.
I know, I know, everyone is blogging about spring finally showing up. But you have to realize, it’s been a really tough winter in the mid west, and to finally see crocuses and geese gathering and buds on the trees, it just feels so good.
On Friday Julia and I went to the Grand Rapids Art Museum to see a show of Warhol multiples. The show was good, there were some Warhols I hadn’t seen before, but I confess, it was not nearly as exciting as the butterfly house at the Meijer Gardens. There were so many, fluttering by you constantly, and so beautiful, I couldn’t help but be impressed. I’m not much of a nature girl, but boy, you can’t ignore beauty like this. So I’ve painted a few. I didn’t paint the actual butterflies, I painted pictures of them.
This is the Leopard Lacewing.
And this is the Julia Longwing. Who do you suppose I should send this one to?