6″x11″ mixed media painting on stone paper. There is a .25″ border.
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5.5″x15″ mixed media painting on rag paper. There is s .25″ border. This painting will need to be matted and framed.
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18″x 36″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas. The sides are 3″ deep and are a continuum of the painting.
This is a 4″x 9″ pen and ink drawing on stone paper. There is no border.
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3″x24″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 2.5″ deep and are painted red.
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Note below: cropping is a little off on this one because it is so tall and thin. This one looks better in real life.
24″x24″ mixed media painting on canvas. The sides are a continuum of the painting and are 3″ deep.
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Here are a few backstage photos from Imogen and Scarlett’s ballet performance this weekend.
Also, I have 18 images that I have made into postcards. They are now available in my etsy store for $2 each or $10 for 10 (+shipping of course).
Recently I sold Ephemera And The Zebra. It was the last painting that I did in 2011. I had promised to write about it but never did. I thought, while she is still in the for front of my mind, I would take a moment to write my thoughts on this piece.
There are so many layers, both physically and literally, to this painting. I think that this is part of the reason that I have avoided writing about it.
Reoccurring Circus Theme In My Work
My love for the circus started when I was 23. I had decided to take a trip with my parents and younger sister to Florida during Christmas break. I knew it would most likely be the last time that we would do this as a family, just the four of us.
As I was studying art in college, an obvious planned destination was the Dali Museum in St Petersburg. What I didn’t know is that The Ringling Brothers Museum in Sarasota would be far more inspiring and would stay with more than 20 years as a springboard for much of my art.
I find it fitting that Ephemera has now returned to Florida.
Back to Ephemera.
This painting is about time.
Ephemera- are transitory written and printed matter not intended to be retained or preserved. The word derives from the Greek, meaning things lasting no more than a day. Examples would be train tickets, circus tickets, stamps, food stamps.
This painting is about being forgotten. Thrown away. Discarded.
This painting is about being remembered. Cherished. Worshiped.
When I look at old photos of people gone by, I am often filled with questions. Who were they? Did they have a good life? What were their passions, their hopes and their dreams. Often in these photos, the subject is stoic which makes it even harder to answer any of these questions. It is hard to see their personality because the were often told not to smile or show emotion and they had to sit still for a long period of time. When I paint from an old photo, like I did with Ephemera, I often make up a story about the individual. I give her a life back. In a way, she is re born. I wanted to take this old black and white photo of a girl with a Zebra (pretty extraordinary in its own right) and heighten it to iconic status. I also wanted to surround her with actual ephemera. Old circus tickets, stamps, maps and even vintage glass stars. I wanted it to feel like she was emerging from with in all of this old discarded memorabilia, like peeling off wallpaper and finding a treasure.
(Like EXTREME scrapbooking…ha, ha)
We Are All Transitory
Sometimes when I am searching for old ephemera to use in my paintings I will come across an old photo album. Someone’s family album, just sitting there in a thrift store. A treasured piece of family history. Photos that were lovingly placed in a book as a memory of their life …discarded.
Which leads me to the third thing I was thinking about when I was painting this one.
The lady across the street died. She was not a happy person, at least not the side that she allowed me to see. She didn’t talk to me once, and I lived across the street from her for 4 years. She was a master at avoiding eye contact. I gave up. She hated me and I will never know why. She hated both my neighbors too. The one on my right was accused (and even fined) for letting her cats go in her garden. The one on the left, because she refused to listen to her complain about every thing that she complained about. This all happened long before I ever lived in the neighborhood so I guess she hated me by default, I was in the middle of the two.
I didn’t know her name until I found out from her neighbor to her right that she was dying of cancer. Her name was Gayle but I was forced to call her Lefty because of the LHD sticker she had on her car. She must have taken her car to England with her at some point in her life, I will never know. Twice I tried to send food over to her, but she didn’t answer the door.
These are the things that I know about her:
Every Saturday she would get up early and go to Zellers to shop. I would see her returning with all of her bags as I opened my curtains to my bedroom.
She had two dogs.
She watched TV sometimes late into the night. I could see the blue light flickering often through her top floor window.
She liked my husband because she saw one of his plays at a local dinner theatre and was impressed by this.
She had very few visitors.
This painting is not about the lady that lived across the street from me. Not exactly. But like Ephemera, she was transitory…. she was here last year, knocking on her window to rid the two boys from playing in front of her house. And now, she is gone. Her house sits empty. Her car is gone. It is like she vanished into thin air, and I feel so sad about that. I refuse to forget her but she made herself so easy to be forgotten.
To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead. — Samuel Butler
Feb 11, 2012
I just remembered I wanted to add a photo of me at The Ringling Brothers Museum in Sarasota when I was 23.
This is a 8″x8″mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.
This painting is SOLD
The Circus Acrobat…
She soared so high,
stars often got tangled up in her hair.
This is a 9″x12″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted turquoise.
This painting is SOLD
Keeping the peace is difficult in my house lately. My girls are driving me crazy because they just so happen to be driving one another crazy. What is up with that? Pushing each others buttons with such skill, you’d think they had some fancy paper degree professing their outstanding abilities in this area. It is driving me crazy and today as I was having my shower I prayed that I would have patience to deal with them with kindness and compass…..
…was that screaming I could hear? They hadn’t even waited for me to get out of the shower. I was praying for patience and instantly I was given a chance to exercise that patience. Was I willing them to not get along? Hmmmmm….
I kept my patience. I was cool. I didn’t yell and most importantly, I was kind. Sometimes I forget to be kind. Sometimes I am not any older than them and can give them a run for their money when it comes to pushing buttons or at least (I admit I have actually said this) throwing around the “Whatever” s.
The kindness really did work …as did separating them as quickly as possible. To both, I tried to show them how the other might be feeling in the situation, without using any blame words. Just tried to appeal to their compassionate side because one thing my girls have in spades is compassion. For other people as well, but for each other. Other than in the heat of the moment, the last thing that they want is the other to be hurting. They are protective of one another. They love one another deeply and often, even call each other their ‘best friend’.
Peace lasted for another whole 30 minutes until I had to separate them again but doing it swiftly, without blame and with real ‘calm’… (not that pursed lip silence that we try to fool everyone with ‘calm’)(by the way, you’re not fooling anyone! My eight year old can read me like a book “you are not saying anything mum, but I know you are mad)….anyway, that worked.
The other thing that worked for me today was using the phrase ‘this is an opportuntity for you to (rise above) (You can fill in the blank). I used this with my eight year old and it really worked. She rose above it. Good for her, I am proud. I know that it is not easy to do that.
So it was a tumultuous day but a good one, I think. Perhaps tomorrow will be smoother. Perhaps I can shower without visions of Psycho dancing through my head. Simple pleasures, hey? Ahhh, yes simple pleasures.