[Have been yellow/manifesting energy in clearing-out the studio a little - which so far has primarily meant making up some collage fodder stash supplements for a few folks who asked and otherwise looking through art journals and sketchbooks in both complete and in-progress forms.]
eta: today I brought back a post called from chaos to cosmos just because the title was on point.
I have a particular DIY sketchbook that I sometimes carry around like a studio-to-house/home life transitional object. Four or five times now it's gone MIA for a couple months at a time because it gets stacked in with other books either up here or somewhere in the dining room wall of book shelves. I posted about a spread I filled shortly after the last time I reconnected with it.
I really love everything about this book from the large size to the feel of the recycled cloth-bound covers of an old Time-Life book (Elves & Fairies). And the paper I selected - Stillman & Birn in various weights and finishes also intermingling bright white and ivory colored folios. And I'm also enjoying the face About a quarter of the pages have flaps or partial gatefolds.
Prior to insurrection I'd begun clearing-out more pragmatically here in the studio. This is a standard January activity that never happened last year because I preferred to lead the collage challenge while also challenging myself with the daily prompts. Then the pandemic insured I didn't have to concern myself with what visitors 'might think' if the sink looked like it was part of a creative omnivore's laboratory
So far this hasn't meant much of note beyond unclogging the sink drain and finishing up with anti-bac everything afterwards. Otherwise I'm 'clearing-up' more in the memory and psychic sense of infusing more/fresh yellow vitality into dark crevices. Also taking a wander through sketchbooks in both complete and in-progress forms. Plus Moleskine based art journals. I mention them right at this particular juncture because at least four people who now read here regularly as part of the Dive have a Moly hoard they don't think they are talented - or otherwise know - enough - to actually use. but you should! Then they'd look like the stack below rather than an unused testament to hesitancy!!
The level of ongoing reliable focus I need to pick up exactly where I left off before the siege has not yet returned. This isn't about shifted or disconnecting motivation but more about examining what's whole and stable enough to be built-upon in a more mindfully sustainable way. I've also found I need more time outside - bundled up and dreaming of the next growing season, providence willing.
My sense of mental-mind is still somewhat jumbled and amorphous so I'm going to go with the inspiration of emergent solar/yellow energy currents. Today there's no actual sunlight. The pics were taken yesterday. Below is a show of the 7:35 a.m. light in the room. It falls on my work desk. By close of studio business day the desk will be clear and ready for various creative impulses I feel brewing. Since I work in many books at once it's ideal to have the desk clear enough to leave a variety of projects to dry overnight. This makes a great next-morning review space especially with the natural light falling over the pages.
The other day as I was watching the live feed of the mob swarming inside the only response I seemed able to have relates to making many multiple copies of the woman walking past an open arch way. I don't know why. But I'll be ready once I do.
Have found my choice of a commercial backing for Primary Nest. I learned the hard way that this series of Holding Cloths are best served to have very plain tightly woven backings. I've been stitching each day - sometimes more than others. It's an intentional piece of work so if I feel my heart shutting down or aching in response to my thoughts I set it aside and do something that more directly addresses my emotions of the moment.
Even though I've woken up two mornings in a row thinking of troubleshoots and inroads related to fictionland - once I'm actually up here in the studio I'm inclined to put most of my creative energy to focus on more tactile and visual aspects of creative capability. I need a visually immediate sense of personal accomplishment rather than two well-pruned paragraphs to show for a whole lot of time thinking and staring into space. But as the dust in my soul begins to settle from last week's [not unexpected. and somehow all the more horrifying to bear remote witness to how it was as it happened] melee - I find my need for joy-inducing creativity to be heat/solar seeking at an instinct level. So I'm picking up where I left off within a study of largely paint based color relationship/pattern deconstruction exploration.
I altered the original faux marble inner covers with collaged image-grid page out of Amy Butler's fabulous Bloom compendium. If you've ever purchased or been gifted a collage packet from me you've had at least a few page sections included. For this endeavor - and knowing in advance how I planned to work in the book - I focused on colors and images that held very strong appeal for me. Personalized with paint swatches and the impulse to trace a magnolia bloom to keep the lotus bud company.
To get going I riffed on some of the colors and imagery that made my eye the happiest while also sticking to the theme. Everything is pretty paint driven with colored pencil and pitt pen additions - with the exception of the smeared oil pastels making up the petal colors in the riffed flower vase. Ink brush pen over the smears. Now I know that works ...
Once I 'broke the silence' I moved to an inner section of the book to work on pattern deconstruction on a page spread that included a flap. The limited color palette was an enjoyable/soothing mix for me visually. Also of note is that the batik fragment serving as inspiration was originally from a long panel jude sent - wow. Right after T came home from college for the first summer 'away' from home or his Italian parents' homes. Putting another part of the globe at 17 into comparative balance, it's pretty hard to consider the Valley to be legit away-away but, yeah.
Once he was back for the summer I immediately turned the panel into a pair of curtains for his western facing bedroom windows. They were exactly long enough with the addition of an unobtrusive commercial batik used to form the curtain rod casings. When the sun began to lower his entire bedroom was illuminated by the batik's colors as well as the setting sun's light. He kept a sphere-shaped prism given to him at his birth by my mother positioned just off center to catch the maximum amount of sun-time. The curtains were kept just open enough to maximize the prismatic addition to the visual display.
Here in this house the retrofitted curtains hung in an eastern window - with rod casements running in the other/short direction of the two panels - in the upstairs bathroom. They caught each sunny morning's light for the better part of seven years until the gifted fabric shredded free of the tight commercial weave. The paper thin remnants are relics used for very special purposes most usually involving because used as auspicious gift-wrapping in the ultimate spirit of jude-ness.
just all different mark making tools and spontaneous life-tracking memorabilia inclusion by way of sparkly pink mesh flowers cut from a stashed-up bouquet finishing wrap. This final inclusion worked out quite well with a layer of pre-applied soft gel medium. I collaged the flower separately and put them under a book with a layer of wax paper to blot-up some of the extra gel. Any additional gel ooze I buffed-off with a soft threadbare pillow-case remnant.
Right now I'm yellow-pushing myself to complete a spread in this same book I stopped working on when I made an unfortunate smear that "ruined' the perfect color and element spacing. Something always ruins the perfect whatever but sometimes I practice longer avoidance in getting to the fix than is warranted. It's more than a little ridiculous but since I juggle so many idea-catching volumes at once I usually solve other problems while something else is incubating.
In this case I deconstructed the color palette and design elements of a chocolate bar wrapper. When the unfinished page spread has been 'healed' of that condition I'll share where I was - an unflinching close up of the offending unmindful smear - and where-ever I wind up.