I may write a whole sheaf of jackhammering haiku! They’re at it again today.
Today Jude talks about the fun or joy in letting pieces be loose. I get that.
The barn quilt generates a fair amount of comment, so that’s fun. Deb thought maybe I could take a little off either vertical side, thereby reducing the cloud chaos and putting the focus squarely on the barn. An edited version below makes me think she might be right.
Though I’ve been resisting binding quilts with black bias tape, I may do so with this one.
Yesterday’s pick of a SoulCollage card. The Angel of Creativity. I love its lush sense of adventure.
(I hope the SoulCollage police don’t show up and scold me for not adding the trademark symbol next to the name) (they have before, by way of welcome to the community, no less). I don’t add it ought of a kind of keystroke-laziness and not out of a lack of respect although over time I’ve grown a little contemptuous of the need to mark it in the first place.
I’m a bit cranky about everything, except season…
The noise here makes me cranky beyond belief.
Your audio today sounded peaceful, accepting.
And that was me, jude
When there is emotional noise here, I pack up and head for the park.
Good idea. I had a workshop so couldn’t this morning but now the hammering is over (for now).
You’ve got me thinking about edges. The ease, or the requirement, of keeping art inside a rectangular frame. It’ll be hung somewhere, it needs a finishing. Or it will be framed, or it will fray apart, or it will simply be such a PINA if it’s not rectangle.
As I paint, I have such a tendency to nudge everything away from the edges. I usually start on stretch canvas, unless it’s 3D of course. I suspect, when looking at your Barn, now that you mention it, that you may have anticipated making an edge, with binding or something else. I love it when an image trails off, so it doesn’t bother me.
Tho’ I’m working on this godforsaken painting that I am determined to finish. As hard as try to paint it “all over all at once”, I find myself saying “omg, I’ve got to stop focusing on the inner parts – constantly! or pay the price of repainting whole sections. It’s like a centrifical force takes over my brain. My digression isn’t related to your work at all, I think you are a master of giving your images, regardless of medium, a sense of a place in time, and everywhere one looks one finds interest. It may be a “quiet place” or an “intense place” but it miraculously balances out.
All these issues with respect to a stretched canvas are fascinating. Cloth you can always lift up and slide more cloth underneath and it may look like it’s aways been there. I suppose there’s no corollary with paint? I remember my sister priming a giant canvas with black once. It won an award.
There’s a comforting way to solve a composition! Thank you. I’ve been considering cutting the center out of my painting and adhering it to something else. Or just stretching it on a smaller frame. Yeah!
Makes sense to me.
When I was in school I built canvases that were like theater backdrops. Painting on something that large with a fast medium like acrylic is exhilarating and spontaneous. I loved it.
When I first saw the photo I thought you decided to make pillow .. I liked it!! I do like less sky. Sorry about all the noise seems it’s never ending .. why is that??
It’s a suburb attractive to developers. And the people who already live here have enough money to upkeep their trees, put in additions, redo their stone steps, and have regular yard crews.
Wow, that sounds like great fun!
Yeah it does.
After a long 12 hour day…cranky may just be my middle name! haha
I like the barn a bit more in a bigger swirl…sort of Wizard of Oz like. J. said van Gogh like when I showed him yesterday’s pic of the barn. Hope tomorrow is quieter.
~Nancy