Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Background Noise

Background noise.  Do you require it, or do you like to eliminate it? Is it acceptable if you choose what it is, or do you just tune it out if it is beyond your control?  Do your preferences depend upon your mood?
What does the photograph have to do with background noise?  Well, it is one of my works in progress, and deciding to cover part of that delicious red and black spiral with ornate gold patterning involved thinking about the visual version of background noise.  When I melt glass into beads and sculptures, my most powerful pieces are the ones with the simplest lines.  But when I paint, my evolving style seems best when I balance simple lines with lots of textures and "pretty" details. 
That's where this painting is headed-- simple yet bold color, with ornate touches that please the eye. 
Now, time to head to the day job, one I love as much as creating art.  Hope you each have that kind of balance of good things in your life today!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

I Don't Know About You, But...

The first thing I do when I come in the door after work is take off my shoes and socks. Bathroom, check the answering machine, and opening the refrigerator are all unimportant (even if I'm doing the peepee dance) compared to TAKING OFF THE SHOES.  Socks are negotiable.  Shoes are not.
That's right. I am one of those people, one of those icthyhumanoids with gills on the soles of their feet. Nostrils are the basic equipment.  Foot gills are an optional upgrade.
In case you are wondering, the answer is yes.  Yes, I am sitting here smirking like Wile E. Coyote when he calls himself a "suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper geeeeeeeenius."  You would be, too, if you'd just thought up the idea of "foot gills" to explain your aversion to wearing shoes!  Do you know how many people turn up their noses at us barefooters, and not because of the toe jam scent, either??  Do you know how many people secretly consider themselves superior to those of us with unclad feet??  Not that I am going to change my grounded-to-the-earth-as-well-as-stray-dog-poo-piles ways!  By the way, it's not that we like strange stuffs squished between our toes, it's that the freedom of going barefoot necessitates learning to live with the possibility that you'll accidentally step in icky things.  No, I am not planning on changing my ways, but I would sure like to have yet another snappy comeback in my arsenal of smartassery.  Foot gills, it is!
With that point to ponder, I shall leave you.  I'm off to the makeshift painting studio that rests upon the air hockey table (which is not a bad thing, considering it can be turned on to increase some air flow around drying paintings).  Have yourself a toe-wiggling good time this afternoon!

Monday, August 27, 2012

Right Beneath Your Feet...

"The journey of a thousand li begins beneath one's feet."
--Chinese phrase
Who knows how many hundreds of years old that phrase is?  Doesn't matter to me.  I think it is timeless...and totally meant for me, don't ya know!  Yep, I am a procrastinator in search of the perfect outcome, one of those people who overthink the tiny steps and forget to start the actual race.  I need to be reminded to look down at my feet and see where the first step has to begin.
The what-if's and the how-do-I-do-that's are important questions to answer when you are painting, same as for when you are making glass beads and sculptures, writing a term paper at the cafeteria table half an hour before class begins, or hunting for that receipt in your purse that you need to take with you to the store in five minutes.  Procrastinators, unite!  Give me an "uh-huh!" or an "amen, sista!"... when you get around to it, but I wouldn't do it yet if I were you, at least not until you think up the perfect words to add to it and make it really clever ;-)
This chick is slowly learning to ease up on the procrastination, though.  Painting is helping me along, too.  I discovered I love to paint. I also love to use texture in my paintings. Guess what?  Texture gels need time to dry before you can add more layers on them, or even around them in some cases. Guess what that means? Drum roll, please.
Wait for it.
Bingo! Dingdingding!  We have a winner!  Until you take the first step, put on the first coat of gel or paint, it can't do any drying!  Soooooooo...
You learn to think some, and then put down some paint and gel!
Yep, I'm learning, and I'm having a fun time, one step by one step!
Have yourselves a fabulous Monday!  

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Oh, Muse, You Sweet Tormentor...

Muse, sweet, Muse, why do you torment me?  Why do you flit in and out of my brain when I am not home or when I am finishing another project?  Where the heck are you when I can make the time to create?
I am a lucky, lucky woman.  I have a part-time job as a teacher aide in a pre-K classroom.  I have a fifth grader, sixth grader, and a corporate world hubby (who, by the way, graciously makes it possible for me to be an artist, too).  I have it good, I do.
My muse, ficklebitchthatsheis, really doesn't give a flying flip about any of that "good life" yada-yada.  She seems to resent being told that the prime creating time occurs in this house between the time I arrive home from work about 12:45 in the afternoon until time to head out the door about 3:10 to pick up kids from school. Since I am determined to figure this out this year, and since the kids aren't riding the bus home (which cuts a good half-hour off my artist time), I am experimenting with ways to tempt the muse and not waste afternoon art time.  Oh, and I am pretty sure there are non-creative types out there who will read this and "pfffft" at this as mere whining by another "spoiled" stay-at-home-part-of-the-time mom... fine, fine. Your point is taken, and acknowledged. Like I said, I know I am lucky. What I am trying to do is train my Muse to help me make the most of the gift of art time, ya know?  To that end, I'm thinking in terms of how we transport ourselves from one mood to another.  For instance, many of us quickly learn how to turn on the "I'm at work" switch and not goof off excessively in front of the boss.  Sure, we do.  That's part of being a good employee, which is what most of us want to be.
Basically, I'm looking for the key to unlock my creative energy on demand, or at least, on a fairly routine schedule.  Artists, crafters, work-for-yourself'ers, how do you do this? I'm thinking I need to find a good album of music to play on the way home, a trigger that makes my mind shift into the artist mode.    I used to do this with housework and Paul Simon's Graceland album.  Worked every time (and I freely admit, should probably be used more often).  Hmmm... What about you guys?  Any tricks to share?

Monday, August 20, 2012

...And I'll Never Catch Up on Anything Again

She's baaaaaaaack.

How long was I gone this time?  Month? Pushing month and a half?  Good grief. I do believe I have written more "I'm back" blog posts than regular ones in the last three years!
Well, we've had an awesome summer, and now the kids are back in school and I am back to work at my half-day teacher aide job.  If I can figure out how to quickly unwind my "Mrs. Angie" mind and get into the artist-for-two-hours-before-the-kids-get-home groove, maybe I'll stick with this blogging stuff. Bwahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... funny, huh?
Who knows.
Okay.  Anyway.  Here's a quick shot of a painting that has been working me, uh, I mean a painting I've been creating.

Amber waves of grain, a purple mountain, and some autumn leaves, all vying for your eyes' attention.  I'm not sure I like this one as a whole, but I love all the pieces, ya know? 

Toodles for now.
Short, but sweet.
You get the picture... gotta run, but see ya soon.

Hopefully, sooner than another month ;-)