GirlMeetsArt

Well, this week there was bad news and good. The bad news: I couldn’t sleep Monday night. My mind was racing with all the things to worry about regarding my pending move. I took some meds supposedly to help me sleep, but two hours after I went to bed, I woke up and tossed and turned. Finally, 45 minutes later, I gave up hope of getting back to sleep.

Here’s where the good news comes in. I got up and finished Doggie Heaven at long last. I’d been chipping away at it for many weeks, an hour here or there at night. Some (okay, many) nights, not at all. I really felt that I’d bitten off way more than I could chew when I signed up for the Art League School workshop, thinking I would have a piece done over the two days. Hah! That was in March. But something kept me chugging along. Guilt? The thought that I didn’t want the cost of the workshop and supplies to go to waste? The desire to see a fun concept come to completion? No doubt, a combination of all three.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how one’s home environment can greatly affect one’s creative energy. Over the past two-plus years, I have become more and more disaffected by the place where I live, a oldish, sorta run-down garden-style apartment. Friends have noticed how my demeanor has taken a turn for the worse.

Why? Let me count the ways:

• A half-dozen yapping dogs whose owners walk them outside my bedroom window, on the ground floor, and wake me up early in the morning and late at night.
• The way that the front lawn outside my apartment has become the complex’s sports park, in spite of the large open field and playground equipment available at the back of the complex.
• The regular banging and yelling that accompanies the basketball games at the hoop in the parking lot outside my balcony.
• Walls so paper thin you can hear people vacuuming or using a rowing machine—in the adjacent building!

I used to enjoy sitting out on my balcony after work, sipping a cocktail and reading; that pleasure lost its allure when a new tenant started teaching his son to throw a football or hit a baseball literally at the foot of my balcony, and when I got to “enjoy” the parade of dogs doing their duty 10 yards in front of me. Read the rest of this entry »

Having caught the embroidery bug at Penland, when I saw that the Art League School was offering a two-Saturday workshop to make a fiber sculpture, I quickly signed on. Being a dog lover, I decided to create a stylized dog figure that would be large enough to use to hold the day’s mail and my cell phone and keys.

What would a dog’s version of heaven be? Well, for one thing, biscuits would rain down from the skies. Fire hydrants would be plentiful for those calls of nature. And of course, there would always be a hand to rub the tummy. These are a few pics of the work in progress. The head and tail were made from Sculpey. The fabrics have been hanging out in my closet for years after I picked up a pack of remnants at an outlet store.

Update June 20, 2009:

The dog gains some clothes.

Big juicy color. Who doesn’t love it? This particular palette is one of my favorites. I used it to paint a somewhat abstracted barn in a weekend workshop taught by Brenda Belfield at the Art League School in Alexandria, VA. Actual size is 36″ x 24″

In the late 1980s, I attended the Oxbow Art Colony to take a painting class. I had never worked in oils before, and I had a huge mental block about drawing elements of nature. But working in a small studio on a lovely sunny day, with music in the background, I released my internal editor and just started in. Working on paper with a pre-existing texture, I just let my imagination flow from the initial tree trunk into an imaginary “tree of life. ”