It's June and I'm wearing socks and a sweatshirt. Cool weather and rain has been the story but I'm happy to see that the garden growth persists. In the not-so-distant future, I see jars of dilly beans, pickled beets, heaping piles of steamed chard drizzled with balsamic reduction, sauteed crook-neck squash, and fat sliced tomatoes with pepper and smoked sea salt splayed out on plates and devoured. **mouth watering**
I'm creeping in on the eleventh hour before the Lake Oswego Art Fair. A growing number of details are waiting in the bread line. I clock them through, one by one, being sure never to look up to see how many are left knowing I would slip into some OCD-like behavior and start calculating how many minutes each detail is allowed to all be accomplished before the time is up. I just keep at it one at a time because i have learned - both the hard and the easy ways - that this is the best method for me.
I've decided that this will be my final Studio Fruit Friday before the show. I need to focus on building my stock pile. I have absolutely no idea if I have "enough" art for the show. I have absolutely no idea what "enough" would be. It's an easy thought for me to panic about and my panic usually looks like avoidance. I fold laundry, run errands, water the garden instead. I'm doing better with than than I was a month ago and intend to abandon my avoidance all together any second now. My goal is to just keep painting and leave the rest to the powers that be. Before I leave I'll share images of all the finished pieces for you to gawk at. It may or may not matter to you that one out of three kitties approve. (The other two would likely approve, too, if they were not out hunting or napping.)
So. Two little pieces to share. I've been having conversations with simple, strong, black inky lines. They show up mostly as shapes - cages and ladders and firework flowers. The strong black lines are holding me in place somehow. It's a good thing - these ties to where real life is. I have no need to float away into some dreamy, airy place. I find all the answers to my questions, all the solutions to my mistakes, all the love to my fear in the strong black earth.
"untitled"
6" x 6" x 1.5"
plaster, acrylic, encaustic on wood
**unavailable**
"Open"
6" x 6" x 1.5"
plaster, acrylic, encaustic on wood
**unavailable**





