Father’s day

Yesterday we went over the river (Grand River Road),

and through the woods,

to Jane and Don’s house (this is Don, excited to see company coming).

We celebrated Father’s Day with Mom and Les, among the gargoyles,

and the pansies.

Mark enjoyed the woods and flowers. Or maybe it was just all the food he enjoyed.

Audacity

On my google home page, I subscribe to “the word of the day”, and today’s word is audacity. The word itself makes me laugh. You see, many, many years ago, I applied for a job at Wil-O-Way day camp, a job I would have been good at, as I had spent many years working for my father at his nursery school. I was unfamiliar with the work world, I had only worked for dad. I expected to be treated with respect, and to be kept informed, as my father had always done. I was a little naive. After interviewing a couple of times, being hired, getting a chauffeur’s license, and working one day at the camp’s open house, I was waiting for my employers to let me know my start date and assignment. When they didn’t call, as they had promised, I became quite angry, and decided to write them a letter of resignation. Writing away furiously, I yelled to my mother “How do you spell ‘audacity'”? She started laughing too hard to tell me, asking, “What the hell are you writing?” She did tell me how to spell audacity, I did send the letter, and Wil-O-Way did not get the benefit of my expertise. I still, however, expect employers to treat their employees with respect and understanding, despite all the lessons I’ve learned since then. I blame my dad. And, I miss him. Happy Father’s Day.

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 you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’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 she’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 “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Eraser carving

Last night I gave a workshop to the Artist’s Trading Card group about carving erasers. I usually start them out doing their initials, so they can understand the process, and how things print backwards. These are some of the prints that were made at the workshop.

Kat’s rubber stamps. We all knew Kat would take to this like a duck to water.

Deb’s prints. Deb’s the only one with the guts to attempt her whole name, wonderful job.

Debi brought her son, he really enjoyed carving erasers.

That’s Jane’s scary face on the left, well, not Jane’s face, but, you know what I mean. And Barb’s wonderful dragonfly and turtle on the right.

Trish and Norma do their initials, and so did Mary, who just stopped by to drop something off.

Katie C. made stamps she could use to decorate photographs.

Stephanie came and made a flower and bird, rather than help her sister with an art fair booth.

Kate L. made a scary spider.

mummy!

A few years ago I was trying to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up, and the particular book or article I was reading suggested that you keep your mind open and think about what you’d like to do, without thinking about why you can’t do it (education, proximity, life situation, pay, etc.). I thought about a TV show I saw where there were people who were responsible for taking care of Egyptian mummies. They spent most their days taking old bones out of drawers and measuring them and putting them back. To me, this seems like an ideal job. I would love to work around such ancient artifacts. At the same time, our cherry tree was ripening, and it had developed cherry mold. I did some research on the internet about how to deal with the cherry mold.

This is what cherry mold looks like.

Well, we needed to thin the tree, and pick off any cherries that had mold, and throw them out away from the tree. If you do not pick the moldy cherries off the tree, they shrivel up and stay on the tree and reinfect it with the mold. You have to get rid of the shriveled up cherries. What do they call cherries when they have shriveled up?

Mummies.

These are not the kind of mummies I want to work with, but I’m doing it again, as our tree again shows some signs of mold. But it still has lots of good cherries on it, this should be a good year for them!!

Where I stood..

At the Festival of the Arts, in Detroit. We’re having fun, we don’t want to be bothered with reality. Not now.

Sand castle artists.

The amazing and wonderful Raul Malo rocks the crowd. Great show.

Julia puts on her prettiest face for the camera.

Tony and Mark having fun.

Julia and yours truly.

Mark and Sara danced.

Scott and Shelly danced.

Sidewalk art.

Time to leave when the giant ants attack.

We had a wonderful time, and we ran into some old friends I hadn’t seen in years. It’s summertime, get out and have some fun!

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 you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’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 she’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 “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Reduction print

I’ve been a little depressed lately, but I managed to start working on a project today, and now I’m feeling much happier. This is my first “reduction print”. I started with a block of peezee cut, (the bright orange block), and cut away everything I wanted to remain white. I then inked it with yellow ink, and printed it on fabric (held down with bright blue masking tape). I then cut away everything I wanted to remain yellow, and printed it in a tan color. I continued through brown, dark brown and black, until I was finished. I really enjoy the spontaneity of the process, the fact that because you keep carving on the same block this is the only print that will exist of this image, and that I made a good likeness with only three ink colors, yellow, brown and black. I’m pretty proud of this one. These are a few shots from the process.

Peace

Yesterday Julia, her son Ben and I went to the Flint Institute of Art to see the M. C. Escher show there. There were many beautiful, intricate woodcuts. Julia asked me why my woodcuts didn’t look like that, I may have said something disparaging. It was a fun day. On the way to the museum we stopped for a wonderful lunch at the French Laundry in Fenton. Then on to the museum which isn’t large, but they do have a very nice collection, and I was much more impressed by the Escher show than I expected. The woodcuts ring with so much more life than all the prints I framed over the years. If you want to see it, hurry, it ends on the 15th!