As The Crow Flies

Hello,

This was the first of two light balsa wood box tops I painted for a couple of jewelry boxes. It was the first in a series of ravens (or crows, I did both) and I still do love crows.

The Tree of Life is behind this raven, as is the Rainbow Bridge and another raven flies in from Northern European mythos. Memory and Thought were these birds' names, each assigned to sit on the shoulder of the main honcho, Odin. Or Woden (where we get Wednesday) or Wotan, depending on the story one reads. The god fears losing Thought, but admits he fears the loss of Memory even more. So human, these deities!

It's a little blurred, I think but will do for just show and tell here. Just plain old acrylics for kraftwerks.

Have a great weekend. Hopefully more show and tell in a couple of days!

Later,

Candace

A Very Fine Cat Indeed

The pen on paper, xeroxed to a larger size, then colour with pencil, markers, crayons, then cut out and put on a couple other paper backgrounds. The cat and the woman are on a piece. Background the same as the earlier post, it is slate blue with leaves and flowers in it.

Hope you enjoy it.

Later!

Some Artwork From The Good Ol Days

Started off with a black pen on white paper for the woman and cat. Chair and doll and pot of flowers done same way. Xeroxed big big big, then colored and markered, cut out, pasted on top of more paper works, after relining with a black marker for a bit more depth. Background is thin paper, a lovely colour, with dried "flowers" in it. It's around 12 x 14. Maybe 10 x 12....

This piece is called "If He's Mean to Your Cat, He'll Be Mean to You". (whatever lessons I learned at my mother's knee, this is the one that seems to have stuck and served me in good stead!) A bit uncomfortable for some at an art show where I took it to show, then one woman told me afterwards that this was a good measure of a man -- or anyone, really.

Hoorah, it is the weekend. More later!

The Elusive Dagmar

Captured not once but TWICE. This gorgeous matriarch usually stands back quite a ways from the others, is the first one through the yards, nimbly hiding in plain sight, or she is the last one to flash by just when you swear you've seen the entire Clan of the Cave Deer. She is not like the others. She believes the camera steals the soul...

Today a rough rough work day. I long for the weekend altho I am working a half shift on Saturday. Paper, stamp, color and brushes, canvas, etcetera are all waiting. And a chair I am working on promises to be cooperative with the project I have planned to finish before Labor Day. September seems YEARS away. Alas, I know better. It'll seem like next week when it gets here. WOW... where did the summer go, is what I will be saying.

Also am working up the Tea Party series. And a special piece for Miss Jeanne. That will go with Me to London when we celebrate Thanksgiving British style -- meaning not. Hip hip...

Later!

More Paper Doin's

One of the early paper multi media pieces. Raised in strict fundamentalism, religion as well as myth and faerie tales figure prominently in early work. No, they aren't my parents or even my grandparents. Just a representation. Someone said, "Does he have an arm missing?" Sure he does. He has a bad eye, too.

Colour sketchy here. The two houses symbolic of a mill village upbringing as well. Houses, identical in size, colour and design, on top of one another practically in these mill towns... you've seen one, you've pretty much seen all. There was one house I saw once, however, that had a cross shape to its chimney. The glass is reflecting overhead lights. oops...

Later

Candace

Meet The Neighbors

In order of appearance.

Edie, who feels comfy enough to turn her back on us as she dines al fresco.

A nice shot of Liz or one of her many incarnations (all of whom are also named Liz). There is a brown manifestation I cannot manage to capture on film. We call him Bob.

Betty. She will be more than happy to stand perfectly still and stare at you while you slowly edge towards her. A real publicity hound.

OOps, I have two of Edie. Can't delete one. I'm sure to hear about this from Betty.

Later.

Miss Independence

Reading about others' trips and vacations and art festivities, workshops, etc. make me feel very, very lucky indeed that I have met such people -- even if only online -- and can read about these things and plan for them now. Some years ago, in another lifetime, breaking away piece by piece and bit by bit, I did a series of multimedia pieces, mostly paper on paper, drawn, enlarged and xeroxed, blasted with coloured pencils and/or paints and/or crayons and markers.

This one is a self portrait of how I felt then. Miss Independence indeed. haha...

Thanks to friends and lovers, new networks of support, belief and kindnesses, as well as internal resurrections, and tectonic plates shifting, I really do feel like Miss Independence now. Creativity, even with one's self, is as big a process as any other. Maybe bigger. Maybe the only real process. Working on the self, inner as well as outer, can be a work of art eventually. For some, it's even a science! :D