Daily Collages Galore. . .More?

Still most excited by December 14th and 15th, and plan to return to some of those techniques but had to abandon them during the rush of holidays.
December14

December15

December 16

December17

December 18

December 19

Somewhere

Looking through my flikr favorites and noticing trends. Texture and permutations of white especially. . .

December 11

December 12 -cutting up pages of Shakespeare

December 13- gesso transfers and tangles

Daily Collages

For sometime now I have been struggling to get myself in the studio on a daily basis. Recently I came across Keri Smith's morning collage experiment which I'll guess may have been inspired by Julia Cameron's morning pages, and it struck a chord with me, so jumped on the band wagon and began my own collage series, just to make sure I am working on something daily. Just moving, trying not to get too attached to the outcome and that freedom has been a good thing, I wondered if I shouldn't keep it hidden for a while longer, but so far I really like it and I can see progression with in it already. Generally I use whatever is in arm's reach or little bits I've collected during the day: newspaper clippings candy wrappers, street debris. I'm prepping an altered book and the waxed paper separating wet sheets are making an appearance too. Here's the first batch beginning November 28:

pages are 6" x 8" (15cm x 20cm)
November 28

November29

November 30

December 1

December 2

December 3

December 4

December5

December 6
Here's where I started the pastel self-portraits

December 7

December 8

December 9

December 10

This experiment is a direct result of the two above, but I find it to be more of a painting.

In other news:
With my altered books, I like to glue 3 or 4 pages together and then gesso them, insert wax paper in between and press overnight, when I return then I peel off the waxed paper, sometimes the waxed paper peels away without protest other times it peels off the first layer of words, which I happily encourage.

Beds

These are some of the pages of a book I kept specifically for bed drawings and collages. I began with the first collage below on Valentines day, and continued on. There are two books bound dos-a-dos, with about 80 something drawings. The pages are 7" x 9". Click on them if you'd like to see them larger.

these last three are smaller than the rest about 4" x 4 1/2" and on large paint chips

Muscle Memory

This week I've been doing a little bit of figure drawing in my sketchbook. It has been ages and I am sorely out of practice. It is an odd sort of fumble when I begin to draw figures again, looking for shapes and my hand trying to remember the feel of it. I practiced a bit of guerrilla drawing while Tommy was sleeping, which is fairly safe except the drawing ends abruptly when he moves. So eventually I moved on to drawing portraits. My first few attempts were either timid, fussy or impatient, the third self portrait is rather comical, tight facial features and huge jaw. I pretty much grasped it by the fourth attempt.

Rusulka

(re)calling, graphite and gesso, 15" x 6"

This past weekend I heard a radio program that touched me very deeply. The segment was about a Ukrainian songcatcher who records the stories women tell her through song. Some of the songs can be very old or the singers may tell their own personal stories into song weaving in metaphor, myth, and magic to relate the depth of their feelings. The periods of singing could last for hours and hours. Over time some of the spirits that dwell within the culture were sung about, one kind were the domovi house spirits, and another being the Rusalka, the spirits of women who died unjustly or very young, perhaps, unmarried women, women who died in childbirth or drowned. They are sort of nature spirits which can be benevolent or malicious, and one week a year women conduct rituals to appease the rusalki and to avoid natural disasters. Part of the week includes visiting the graves of family members and singing songs to them giving news of the present and and reminiscing about the past. Each woman in the procession has her own melody so the sound becomes a crowd of individual stories some filled with the poignant new grief of recent loss, or occasionally with the bitter words of a widow married to a long dead abusive husband.

As the Ukraine modernizes and the new generation turns to the radio for it's music, this practice is swiftly disappearing. It doesn't help that some of the some of the women interviewed were survivors of Chernobyl, a place that had a history rich with stories of rusulka and as a result these women are unable to perform the rusalki rituals in the place of their ancestors. The loss of a place once again marks the beginning of a loss of the culture.

Mariana the songcatcher also mentions that in the Ukraine the best singers are witches or fortunetellers. The word for witch meaning "the one who knows" how to heal and protect. She tells how at the age of nineteen when she traveled about listening to the songs of women, and one woman sang about Mariana, capturing her essence in song.

I am deeply interested the the ideas of women's personal stories told through song, and then mixed with ideas about reading one's essence, magic, and spirits, I am giddy. This tradition has such resonance for me as I used to sing in the woods that I explored as a child, sometimes my own heartaches, sometimes in nonsensical words, and then it has a connection to the work I've been making all along but especially to the drawings I made after my mom died. The drawing at the top is one of a series of bird drawings I began after my mom died. They all sing telling the stories I couldn't find the words for.

The program is about an hour long, but I highly recommend you to listen to it at thestory.org. The research led to a group based in San Francisco Kitka to make a CD based on these musical traditions. You can listen to two songs here. I am still absorbing the information, researching Russian folk spirits and trying to figure out what it means to me today.

Heat

on steel

figure life sized