Limiting pleasures by the clock. Enough already! It's time to move from this resting place. I start work tomorrow teaching art at a boarding school.Footnote from wikipedia: The equivalent of bed time in boarding school is lights-out; a term also used in prisons and in sleep research.
I am still attracted, like a magnet to metal, to my bed. There's got to be a sense of movement as things in my life shift and I quit the wallowing. Small oil paint on canvas- 4 x 4 x 2 inches Loads of paint! So in the mood!
The Dutchess Arts Council's Visions Paint Out at the Dutchesss County Fairgrounds continues today and through the weekend.
I was painting chickens at the Dutchess County Fair and ran into these other artists. it was a great day- not too hot, and plenty to see. Work will be on display this weekend in Building D, and then to on-line auction soon... look up the works of:
Joan levitt, Tarryl Gabel, Tracy Leavitt, Michael Gellatly, and Nancy Yu. And me!
This mixture of pain, risk, memory and time measures 4 inches high, 3.25 inches wide, and 6 inches long. Mixed media. One of a kind!
Who's to say, with our separation alone clocking 14 months and the marriage itself rolling over 24 years, who's to blame? The truth has been lost in the twists and turns of division and addition of a new world view. My paintings in this series have been a journey expressing living fears, numbing fantasies and a few facts... thrown in for effect. Judging from the overwhelming responses I have received, the story seems to be more universal than unique. My closest girlfriends can be worried, and I... hope to humbly reassure everyone... that this is only, as the found headline states, "a semblance of the truth". It's art.
to paint in public...
There's no postponing it... so here are the last paintings in the 40 paintings for 40 pages of the divorce agreement. Each of the 5 x 5 inch paintings were created in response to the impending legal document and inspired by a newspaper headline.
THIS is the bed I have made.
wood, paper, ink, coffee, paint, wire, soon to be sewn with waxed linen thread.
but a wishbone can make a nice gift. Eleanore stopped by today and gave me a small bag of bones. I was making my bed and thought what a nice thing it might be to have a bed of wishbones. Then I thought about other things... rocks, feathers, keys, etc... This particular little bed is going to have my 24 divorce-document-pity-wallowing paintings sewn to it. It's my bed. I made it.
At last, I can put my two feet on the ground. My heart has been wrapped up and cradled. I found a whole new outlook on all of this. Its obvious that my story is riddled with heavenly blessings.
Notes from an airplane crash survival manual
Making an artistic piece out of pain and confusion is my way of processing. It eventually brings me some clarity.
