The only place I have space is in my garage workshop... so, I made some tough choices this summer and cleared out a ton of stuff, re-organized all I could, and closed the garage down for a Winterized space. My greatest challenge is lighting. If we were doing this PTNG 200 class in the university … Continue reading Setting-Up A Temporary Painting Studio in Covid Conditions
As mentioned yesterday, there are many, many steps in getting to this point and I feel we haven't even started yet. 1 - Watch (and watch, and watch again) a bunch of demo videos about ethical harvesting materials, choosing storage containers, cutting materials into sample bundles, making mordants, and on and on... 2 - Collecting … Continue reading Setting-Up A temporary Fibres Studio… ARGHHH
It's in the eyes. He has those used-car-salesman looks about him. Only he looks like he's from some Old-Western times... Trying to look the daddy and prosperous chap of those times. I kind of get the feeling he'd be selling a painted horse as a "new-fangled zebra". Perhaps I'm projecting but I feel he's got … Continue reading The Used Horse Salesman
The everyday people of this world are filled with wonderful stories. They may occasionally look bored, but don't mistake this look to mean they are boring. Age has filled them with experience and perspective that we can all learn from. What do you think this fellow's story is? Using coloured Conte and charcoal on black … Continue reading Mumford’s Dad. Also known as, Mumford.
Ok, I admit that I might be channelling an angry or serious Fat Albert here and I apologize if this is appropriation or even remotely racially insensitive. I think he started out in my mind as Peter Griffin from The Family Guy. The colours of my Conte just lend themselves to these features. Here he … Continue reading What’d You Say, Again?
Friends, I'm not sure what dark corner of my imagination this weirdo comes from. Perhaps it's a subconscious call for me to watch the docu-drama on John Wayne Gacy. Not sure, but it sure is creepy! The pasty and bloated saltimbanque wearing oversized black John-Lennon-glasses... I don't know... I just don't know! Somehow it just … Continue reading Venice Beach Ice Cream Man
Distaste seems so mild for this expression. Disgust doesn't seem to cut it either. Disdain is just one of those words I've never fully integrated into my vocabulary. The expression seems to be making a sound well beyond a harumph! It's more of an air-through-the-nose followed by a "hmm"! There's a slight exclamation of curiosity … Continue reading So Much, but Maybe Not!
There I be, perplexed and annoyed. The conundrum eating away at my brain, like some parasitic cicada cry. Damned confusion! It's giving me a darned forehead wrinkle. The doodles are coming to life, but the white Conte doesn't love this paper as much as I'd hoped... could be my impatience that is increasing the friction … Continue reading Mullin ‘n Chewin it Over
Perhaps this is a little obvious as a title. I saw the title the moment I saw the mushrooms growing on this tree trunk. I must have said the title out loud while taking the shot because, by the time I was returning past this stump a few hours later, most of them had mysteriously … Continue reading The Trees Have Ears
I'm starting to wonder if I'm obsessed with tree trunks and why that might be? Sure, I love everything Wabi-Sabi: the colours, subtle tones, textures, naturally occurring patterns... all making the work unique and impossible to reproduce (easily). But, why all these gnarly stumps? There was a time that I thought I was looking for … Continue reading The Root & Foot of the Issue