Not much has happened lately, as I spent most of the last week UNCONSCIOUS on major anti-histamines. The doctor gave me the same drug that they give heroin addicts in detox to keep them from scratching themselves. Well worth it. I needed the rest after two weeks with poison ivy, and I seem to be getting better. I asked J. to help me with the laundry this weekend though.
One thing I am CONSCIOUS of is how different this blog is from its previous version. I don't entirely understand it myself, but it seems to be part of a larger trend of not wanting to talk much [this year] in general. All I can tell you is that I have absolutely no desire to dress this one up, promote it, or even make a banner. I may do that some day, but not right now. I hope you don't miss the style of the old one too much. If you do, it's still all there. The high drama (deeply introspective?) of the "What's on My Mind" section continues here.
I'm still a happy vegan and it was sort of strange that when I wasn't feeling well this week, I craved kale. I know it. I know it.
A tetch of work going on in the studio. I've been collaging a lot in an old book called Leave Her to Heaven. It's half art; half prayer journal. Of sorts. I started it last year but have been working in it more, lately, because the studio is still too messy and cluttered to paint on large canvas. I thought I would share some images.
I tend to prefer the pages that are a mix of appropriated images, paint, and text. If I had planned this project, I would have chosen a book that had stronger pages. This book is probably sixty years old and the paper is very brittle. I put pieces of watercolor paper underneath each page as I work - to absorb liquid and give some support.
We have put birdseed outside a window to keep the kitties happy, but the bird traffic makes me happy, too. They park in the tree outside the window in front of my studio work table. Lots of cardinals.
This male [juvenile, I think] blue jay hung out and watched me work for almost a half hour. Until our squirrel, "Rudy," made him nervous.Rudy's fuzzy butt is on the right, there.
Not great pictures through the wavy Civil War glass, but you get the idea.
And I cut open a silk coccoon that was rattling - I bought a bag of them at the yarn store in Montana and (of course) have never done a thing with them.
Inside was a mummy.
The cocoon would make a great egg shell shrine.
What have you been making, lately?
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