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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Pulling out of the dark ages


The distractions have mostly been in my own mind. I can't believe that I am already in my third week here. Time is a great gift, but it isn't everything I hoped it would be.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Checking in a week later

I am able to use my studio walls to map out a larger art history project.
Every day I research, try to write 2000 words, and paint the images that come up for me. I barely do anything else. Thank God I have a work grant and have to show up in the kitchen to prep meals, as it is the only way I meet people. It's been cold and rainy and that helps keep the focus tight and inside.

First I struggled with authorship and having the right to write my own art history. One quote on my wall is: I will not be afraid to imagine new narratives for famous old works. I think this is going to...this has to involve sex, religion and politics.
Calling the hundreds of female sculptures found from the Paleolithic period "fertility figures" seems a bit dismissive to me. How were the distorted body forms affecting the women of that time? Some think the works- the tiny stone/bone carvings and clay sculptures- are the product of women artists working on self portraits without mirrors. That would explain the extreme foreshortening, the tiny feet and the almost non-descriptive heads. The research woke up my "inner Barbie", and all the vexing standards for female beauty that still haunt women.
my constant companion

never done, never good enough

my inner Barbie


Monday, June 6, 2016

A Really B*I*G gift

#Vermontcenterstudio #IlovetoPaint Yesterday, I flew into Burlington and drove through the rain to Johnson to be presented with my lovely, huge, empty studio. Here I will suffer, play, struggle, and rejoice for the next month as I do what I love best- make things!

I'm on the top floor, and back end of the Kahn barn. I love VSC!!!

Saturday, June 4, 2016

My favorite ingredients

for a birthday meal:

the potato and a suitcase.
It's one of my life's best and simplest pleasures.
My bags are packed.
Tomorrow I head out to my painting residency!


Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Blessed garbage


It is the end of another year in an art teacher's life.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Things that make me watch my step

Took a walk today along the canals and saw this sign for the first time.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Canon balls for Memorial Day


These canon balls, the fruits of the Couroupita guianensis, are heavy and can knock you right out or kill you if they fall on your head. When they hit the ground they sound a loud bong, and often break open to reveal a smelly fruit full of seeds that animals eating it will spread.

The flowers are beautiful, intricate and hooded.
It is native to South America but common and revered in India.

I think of all the war heroes and all the war victims in our past, as well as current, and offer my own prayers for peace. My grandpa and grandmother's lives were altered by WW2, and were both ...heroic, and long suffering. My dad was in the parade today. He will always be my hero.