And yet I know that hope is not a default, it is a choice, it is daily intention and action.
Writing a better story is not a given, it is an intention,
it is how we lean into the next great turning.
Carrie Newcomer
This is the first, wildest, wisest thing I know: the soul exists...it is built entirely out of attentiveness.
And yet I know that hope is not a default, it is a choice, it is daily intention and action.
Writing a better story is not a given, it is an intention,
it is how we lean into the next great turning.
Carrie Newcomer
October and it's time for INKTOBER.
It is supposed to be done one day at a time through October. But since I had Covid in September I finished it that month! 11 x 15
To be alone at your desk or in your studio is not enough. You have to free yourself from the phantoms and inner critics who pursue you wherever you go. “When you start working,” said the composer John Cage, “everybody is in your studio ― the past, your friends, enemies, the art world, and above all, your own ideas ― all are there. But as you continue painting, they start leaving, one by one, and you are left completely alone. Then, if you are lucky, even you leave.” Stephen Batchelor
Actually planning for "alone" time is not really luck. It take some planning and some practice. But when you achieve it...then time no longer has any meaning. You float along in a meditative way.
This week I've been participating in a challenge program for CZT and other lovers of Zentangle®. The kind of meditation that is very very freeing and hopeful. Against the daily news each day...we all need to find ways to fight depression. Besides a walk in the woods, Zentangle is the next best thing.
This week I've been working with "translucent" tiles...heavy vellum papers that allow you to see "partly" the other side of the tile. Still working with 3.5" squares. Much of what you see below is on BOTH sides. You may not be able to tell which is front and which is back as they line up by my window in front of my beloved Sycamore Tree.
Thinking too much about painting is perhaps a little like reading about your car’s engine. It may be interesting enough, but it isn’t getting you to the grocery store for bread and milk. To the easel! Christopher Volpe.
Oh my gosh.. I've had such "hankering" or yearning to get back to my painting lately. I am up north right now so I don't have a lot of supplies with me. I can keep up with my sketching...the observation of botanicals around me etc. But I think I need to carry on a bit more. I can't wait to get back to my studio in Madison. (another week to go).
Above is also from the Zentangle challenge project. The major tangle is Hollibaugh and then the little fish-like tangles are actually on the back side of the paper and just show through. There is lovely lovely sparkling silver pink ink for that bit.
All the tiles are 3.5 x 3.5". The project is every other day for a week or so. So I'll keep you up to date on how this progresses.
If you are a subscriber to my blog you are going to find that it has dropped off from coming to you temporarily. Feedburner, my subscription service has deserted me. I am in the process of finding another one. And I'll let you know as soon as I do. I have no idea really who is subscribing to my blog so I am just sending this to a few folks and then asking you check back if you are interested in getting a note in your inbox telling you when I post on the blog.
“The sketch hunter moves through life as he finds it, not passing negligently the things he loves, but stopping to know them, and to note them down in the shorthand of his sketchbook.” Robert Henri
The astonishment is all in the being here. It is the turtle in the pond, the thought in the mind, the falling star, the stranger on Main Street… To all of this, loss, which seems only to take away, adds its own kind of necessary contribution. No matter what goes missing, the object you need or the person you love, the lessons are always the same. Disappearance reminds us to notice, transience to cherish, fragility to defend. Loss is a kind of external conscience, urging us to make better use of our finite days. Our crossing is a brief one, best spent bearing witness to all that we see: honoring what we find noble, tending what we know needs our care, recognizing that we are inseparably connected to all of it, including what is not yet upon us, including what is already gone. We are here to keep watch, not to keep.
Kathryn Schulz (from her book Lost & Found)
I am not sure why the above struck me as appropriate for today's blog except that it "vibrated" with me somewhat as a tuning fork makes a hum with you wrap your fingers around it...vibrating your whole hand for a short time.
Our first long summer stay at the cabin is wrapping up now...Four weeks...28 days. Not so long in the scheme of things. We are here to keep watch, not to keep. The cabin reminds me of things we are blessed with and so much also of what "cannot keep". Our physical and mental selves savor the familiar lake and the Northwood smells and sounds differently now. A real quiet descends upon us. Deep quiet. Wind, waves, pines, eagles, loons, wild storms, campfires, a canoe ride, wild flowers, etc etc. Things my husband has known and loved for well over 50 years. Me, over 30.
This time we spent time assessing things that we won't use again here and dismantling some to make room for the kids who we hope will want to keep the cabin someday and make it their own. We still hope for some years here...but not the same way they "used to be". "Transience to cherish...fragility to defend". My art studio is being dismantled now (a small desk and shelf left by the window facing the lake. We need the storage for other things and I don't need to duplicate a studio here anymore. Greg's train tables came down. He has his one train layout now in Madison. He needs a work table and some storage instead.
It is interesting that in the two summers starting with the pandemic summer in which we did not come here at all for the first time so much has changed. Now it is as if everything has moved slightly so that we are looking at things from a different point of view. It would have happened anyway, of course, but it's just that it's more than obvious now. The change continues as the pandemic goes on.
We'll be back on August 9 or 10 for another shorter stay with more family headed up with us for awhile. Then there will be more berries, more acorns, more pine cones, and the sumac will begin to turn just slightly as the ferns get dusty and turn yellow on the tips. We've seen it so many times.
The Boathouse is an older landmark in nearby Minocqua...a somewhat dusty and aging lakeside restaurant it turns out. A bit of a disappointment on a sunny Thursday morning last week. I was immediately taken in by the signage, however, which I found so interesting AND a real challenge as well. Who knew there was a beer called "Bell's Oberon"? Or "Landshark Lager"? I was inspired after reading about a delightful artist named Doris Rifkin who loves to incorporate signs into her paintings. If you google her you'll find dozens of wonderful paintings full of print.
You're braver than you believe,
stronger than you seem,
and smarter than you think.
(AA Milne)
Ability comes from the doing.
And in the meantime drawing is solely for our own pleasure.
You will slowly feel its warming effect on your spirit and I guarantee it will bring happiness and connect you to this wonderful world of ours.
Faith in this creative process, and faith in your ability to achieve it,
can change your life.
Carol Peebles
And yet I know that hope is not a default, it is a choice, it is daily intention and action. Writing a better story is not a given, it is an intention, it is how we lean into the next great turning.
Carrie Newcomer
Today was a sketching opportunity day. It was, first off, a lovely June day in the low 80s with tons of sunshine. No storms heading our way. (We've had a lot of scary ones in Madison lately).
So that was good. But also it was our 32nd anniversary! Our wedding day that long-ago June was lovely too. Lucky us. This morning University Woods had "Donuts for Dads" which was just a fun little Happy Father's Day weekend deal...good time for visiting and catching up with folks. Then I took a short walk in the woods afterwards and sat under the lush green trees for an hour and just listened to the birds!
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Walking through the 9 acre woods here at Oakwood brings just the tinges of the first spring flowers and mother goose on her nest in our pond.