Be sure to enlarge so that you can read the rules!
Saturday, January 30, 2016
I'm sitting at the desk at BW for a few hours but no one has come in for a while; so I decided to poke around and find something to draw. This small brown paper box has numerals stamped on the inside, very odd. It had a few pieces of type , a bolt, and three sewing needles plus a reglet in it- oh and a thin copper for letterpress. After drawing it five times I have a deep but useless knowledge of it!
I'm posting in-progress shots of a little book that I'm working on called Rules for Girls. Will post two spreads day, like an old fashioned novel in Saturday Evening Post, a serialized work. The pages are made of cloth that I poured and painted acrylics on. The girls are relief prints , as are their gymsuits.
Friday, January 29, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
All the rest of these are self-explanatory. Here's hoping I can get a drawing to show up when I post this to FB! I think it's a matter of luck.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
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Sunday, January 24, 2016
Then suddenly the kitchen filled with light and the sun popped over the rim of an eastern mountain! I glanced over at the southeast-facing range and it was solid gold, and the snow on the top of the mountain behind it was glowing white. As soon as the sun was up, the white sky turned blue and stayed that way all day long. I walked 5 1/2 miles along the snow-covered trails with M and H this afternoon. We still have a lot of digging out to do, but it is such a pleasure to see the sun again.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
I researched the history of basketball and discovered the history of humiliating rules and attitudes that girls had to endure ever since basketball was first "adapted" for them in 1894 or so until very recent changes. And of course that reminded me of all the rest of the humiliations and second-class citizenship that women have had to and still have to endure. True, we have been "given" the vote and we can own property and we no longer promise to obey our husbands should we get married. But why did it take special rule changes for those things to be given to us? And what did it say to us as girls when over and over we were treated as though we had a fundamental weakness or flaw that made us unfit to play sports using the same rules as boys, that made us have to pay so much attention to how we looked, that made us have to be cheerleaders and prom queens instead of real leaders and real heads of state? (Why is it that we still have never had a woman president in this country?)
So today's drawings are knife drawings in which I carved gym outfits modeled on my own 1960s vintage one for the charlottes. I also modified earlier carvings of the charlottes themselves and added a couple. Stay tuned.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
These chickens were huddled in their house at first, then one by one they ventured out into the snow-covered yard and started pecking at the ground, stretching, fluffing out their feathers. I was drawing with gloves on, shivering, going as fast as I could.
Near the chickens were a few enormous wooly sheep in their luxurious winter coats, browsing around in a small pasture with the milk cow and a visiting black cow. Drawing fast, but the sheep were hardly moving. Snow still coming down. M and I walked nearly four miles on the now frozen mud trails and through the garden and farm fields.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
When I was drawing them I remembered that drawing one's shoe is the first project in a good foundational Drawing I class. Drawing a shoe is a perfect way to begin to bypass your brain and really begin to see what is in front of you. If you want to learn how to draw, start drawing your shoes: measure with a pencil, compare, drop plumb lines, shoot horizontals .
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Friday, January 15, 2016
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Monday, January 11, 2016
Another aerial view, this time of a long narrow puddle that had a rim of frost-lifted ice surrounding a dry center. See 6313 for the side view of this one. On the right are some quick sketches that I had to send to two different people that I was texting with at the same time: I just gave the whole page a single number because these were just dribbles of drawings. On top left an example of a way to stand up a legless figure, and the rest are dealing with the dog carrier design, which has had to have some changes due to the dog's unwillingness to be dropped into a carrier.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
These drawings from today have nothing to do with art. The ones above are what I would call thinking on paper. A friend texted me after she saw the water bottle drawing that I posted the other day; she said she wanted one but with the animal facing inward. Puzzled, I wrote back and asked if she wanted a water bottle, and if so, to tell me materials, etc. But she told me that she had thought the water bottle holder was a small dog carrier, sort of like a newborn baby front carrier. I looked back at my drawing and immediately saw what she was seeing-- and it DID suggest a pet carrier (and I then noticed that the whole design was based on the principle of one of those rubbery plastic little kid swings). With a few modifications, I was able to design the pet carrier in a way I would never have thought of had I started out to design one. I love how my friend's creative leap sparked the whole design.
For the above reasons I believe drawing should be taught to everyone, as it used to be, as a basic life skill like writing and reading, rather than being set aside as a subset of Art that only the Talented are capable of learning.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Friday, January 8, 2016
Today was our annual lebkuken decorating day with our friends L and B at their lovely little handmade house about an hour north, up in the higher mountains. We arrived just before lunchtime, parked down at their studio and office area; then L and I hiked through the woods the mile to their house, and B and P drove the cars down there. B had a carrot soup in process, and we all assembled our additions to lunch. I managed to sketch a couple of the wonderful objects that are all over the house-- this woman's head plant pot filled with dried weeds and seed heads, and a brass fish-shaped bottle opener.
We lingered at the table for a while enjoying a bottle of English cider leftover from the holidays; then the serious work began. We had each brought our own lebkuken and some dried fruit, seeds, nuts, and honey for the decorations. First step was to spread honey on the tops of the cookies. B and P were in charge of that while I sliced up dried fruit and L read to us from one of their favorite books. We had around forty cookies to decorate. The two on the right above are from L and B's pile, which they will mail out to friends all over the country.
On this page is an array of P's and mine, a bit clunkier because I used almond meal and coconut flour this year and the dough wasn't supple enough to use a cookie cutter. We made all of ours into suns and flowers.
Here's a rough estimate of the recipe (which stands up to much tinkering but originated with L's German grandmother):
Bring to a boil 1 cup of honey, watching it carefully, as it boils quickly. Cool this completely; then add to it 1/2 cup blackstrap molasses, 2 eggs, 1T fresh lemon juice, 1 t grated lemon rind or a little more. Combine all the liquid ingredients; then add to them 2 1/2 cups flour (I used half almond meal and half coconut flour; L used whole wheat flour), 1/2 t baking soda, 1T cinnamon (L used 1 t), 1/4 t cloves, 1/2 t nutmeg. ( L also added 1/2 t allspice and 1/3 cup chopped nuts. Mine seemed nutty enough with the almond flour, so I left the chopped nuts out.)
Roll out about 1/4" thick and cut with cutters (I rolled balls and flattened them due to the inflexible dough issue with the flours I used); then bake at 400 degrees for 15 minutes on lightly oiled baking pans. (L baked hers in their wood fired oven at around 250 degrees for several hours.)
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
To me December isn't December without a pot of jolly paperwhite bulbs jostling each other as they compete to be the first of their tribe to bloom and fill the house with their weirdly spring-like smell. But this year's paperwhite was a bargain- basement one from Trader Joe's, $3.00 for a single bulb in a little white ceramic pot. I dutifully misted its potting soil every day and kept the pot in our sunniest window. But the sunny days this past December were few, and the poor paperwhite slowly raised only a single slender stem, followed eventually by two more equally slender stems. When the stems began to leaf out, I stood a charlotte beneath the modest foliage, and I continued to mist.