The profound and poetic statement on this sketch was borrowed from a rewrite of Tracy Chapman’s song Fast Car, entitled Slow Bike. The parody was written and performed by the talented and clever musicians, Steve Pile, Justin Shannon, and Richard Llamas. They wrote it in their pre-facial hair era. I couldn’t get ahold of a copy of their autobiography, so details could be off. Nonetheless, thank you, Steve, Justin, and Rich, for the inspiration.
satisfaction
I am hardwired for dissatisfaction. It is the fuel that drives me (often in productive ways) to better myself and invest in the world around me. Quite often that gnawing sense of dissatisfaction is what spurs me to clean my house, complete art work, pull weeds, exercise, apply for grants, practice my ukulele.
Unfortunately, if I turn up the volume on that feeling just a bit to much it becomes corrosive. I find myself inciting conflict with my partner, nagging my kids, or insulting and discouraging myself. In that state of mind I am to riled to notice the many opportunities I have to experience, to relish, a satisfying moment. Working on a project with my daughters, laughing with Josh, eating a really delicious dinner, visiting with family, sitting in the sun, planting something, picking something... The opportunities are endless. I just have to notice them.
BIG time
For the last few months I have been entertaining a growing desire to create a really large scale piece of art. I’m talking BIG! Like install it with a ladder, rent a truck to move it, build it in multiple sections, BIG. I made this four panel piece, “Holding on to the Past”, in an attempt to scratch my BIG itch. It has only fed the fire.
the message at the bottom of my cup
I do love coffee. I love the smell. I love the hot mug in my morning hands. I love the way the coffee fades from rich wet-earth brown to caramel color as I add milk to it. I love the ZAP it gives me.
bee says hello to blueberry
It took me twenty patient minutes to convince this bee to pose for me. All weekend our blueberry bushes literally hummed with flitting pollinators, each far to busy for a camera shoot. I am going to stitch this bee’s portrait, maybe even leave it for him at the base of the blueberry bush, a token of my gratitude. Thank you bee, for all the good work you do!
How did she come up with that?
This is a Lichen I found up at Odell Lake. I think it is Letharia vulpina. I read that Lichen’s peculiar biology (part fungus part algae), make it especially challenging to identify. Regardless of it’s name Lichen is astoundingly, oddly, delicately beautiful. When I picked this one up off the frozen ground and peered at it, for a moment I was stunned and breathless to see the rippled little brown cups with their electric green fringe, like something from a magical realm or a bizarre science fiction scenario.
This is what keeps me making images of plants, fungus, lichens... When I really look at mother nature’s work I am always caught off guard, awed, confused, and excited. Hands down, she is my favorite artist!
a beaded kitchen
This is a photograph of an actual kitchen that the artist Liza Lou covered completely in glass seed beads. Every surface; from the newspaper on the table, to the dishes in the sink, is beaded. It took her over 5 years to complete her beaded kitchen. When I am growing impatient with laying down the little half inch fabric squares I often work with I will think of Liza and her beaded kitchen.