Saturday, February 25, 2017

"Plesiosaur Swimming In Circles"

Plesiosaur Swimming in Circles
30" x 22"

mixed media (watercolors, collagraph, woodcut)

This is yet another one-off print that branched from work on The Nautilus and the Ammonite

I seriously need to get some dedicated time in a professional screen printing studio to further explore these ideas and issues. Eventually... 

Friday, February 24, 2017

"T-Rex Enters"

T-Rex Enters 
30" x 22"
mixed media (watercolors, collagraph, woodcut)

This is another one-off print that branched from work on The Nautilus and the Ammonite. I know the color has something to do with what's happening with these - Tyranosaurus is strongly associated with red and yellow in my mind. I know these associations have some connection to plastic toys and children's book illustrations from both my own childhood and what I've been constantly exposed to as a teacher of kids and primary caretaker of my own kids. I'm not sure where this is going, but I really hope I manage to find the time and space to explore dinos further.  

Thursday, February 23, 2017

"Wandering Stegosaurus"

Wandering Stegosaurus
30" x 22"
mixed media (watercolors, collagraph, woodcut)

I'd been wanting to take the woodcuts I've made for The Nautilus and the Ammonite and use them in other works of art. This is one finished piece. I'm working very intuitively on these, and even though I was consciously trying to make it more asymmetrical, that wasn't working so I ended up with this instead.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Sketchbook Sunday: Red Footed Booby Face

This made this little sketch of the front view of a red footed booby this week. I did some other booby sketches, but this one is the best so far. My attempt at making this awkward-looking animal seem more like the fierce and agile predator it really is. Sketching red footed boobies for a reason - I plan to put one in my next print for Baren Exchange #72. More on that later.

Friday, February 17, 2017

"Untitled (#25)" by Donald Judd

I am lost inside the corridors of this symmetrical labyrinth. Swimming in red, red like blood, red and black like feathers on a cardinal. A shadow tromping through high grasses at night, but what is that red light? Squinting at red, red like brake lights, red and black like a super moon in full lunar eclipse against the night sky. Still lost, still searching, coming around again.

Monday, February 13, 2017

A Wise Old Owl in Color

I'm heading into the final hour of my latest crowd-sourcing promotional campaign for Words On Woodcuts Press. Last night I finished hand-coloring the first proof for this promotion's incentive - a hand-made accordion book illustrating the Mother Goose rhyme A Wise Old Owl. I'm always amazed how color transforms the black and white woodcut. Many interesting and beautiful visual elements are lost as the color more strictly defines certain objects. It is playful and seductive. I love that I'll be making an edition of both color and black and white for contributors and future buyers. The two versions truly are two different works of art.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

"Embers" by Ali Cat Leeds

Image posted with the permission of the artist. Find more work by Ali Cat Leeds at her website Entangled Roots Press. (And incidentally, this particular work is on sale.)

Stop reaching into the blackness, expecting to encounter the same thing every time. That is only our ignorance and lack of imagination. It's not black, it's the vast unknown, and we learn to be at peace with it. We break things all down to black and white. We want this to be easy. It will not be easy. We want to know there are options. Good options. Options that will leave us feeling satisfied and comfortable. There are not always good options. We want to believe that we have control over what happens to our mother, our children, our home. We want to have certainty and control, and so we confuse audacity with hubris. We reach into the black assuming we'll find just what we need to fight the machine, the beast, the devil, but that is rarely the case. Smell that smoke? If we're not careful, we're liable to be burned. Might be burned either way. So let us stop and sit a while. Consider, among all that is showered in light before our eyes, what needs to be done. Who is hungry and can be fed?