The Order of Things

Yesterday I tested out the wood blocks and printed them on a tai kozo as well as a fused silk.

The middle one bothered me so this morning I re-carved the underground part….more roots because if this is the mid stage of a man it is where his roots take hold….where he develops and grows. Aside from that it pairs better with the more carved other two stages of a man.

See what I mean? Anyway when these have completely dried I will decide if I want to use the silk or the paper prints and then begin thinking of the stitching patterns and whether to add cloth.

Once the redone block was printed this morning I cleaned up the mess and started making a gum solution out of scrapings from an Australian tree I collected several years ago. Not sure how successful it is but so far seems to do the trick.

Melting the resin.

Bottling the solution with a darkening agent.

It took quite a bit of time to make but I can use this for my earth pigment watercolors and other things.

More pages are filled in drawing book. Influenced by stitching marks and thinking of roots. Just drawing that tree and its underground made me want to think about another illustrated book of things that happen down there. It is something to put my mind to that requires another step after the first one is taken.  A story more involved than the earlier book, Down the Rabbit Hole. Anyway here are the drawings.

I also need to do more stitched pieces for this book….

And this morning the juvenile Cooper’s Hawk just the other side of the screen. His constant cries sound more like an angry frightened mouse than a raptor. I enjoy his company each morning and that of one of his parents who must be wishing he’d find his own food.

Amy and Ben arrive later today and I will put a quiche in the oven and find a good movie to watch with a glass of wine while I wait. Sounds good to me.

Til later….

 

A friend suggested that what some of us go through is a “slow grief.” I think that is true. I try to hurry it along but it lingers there just out of view. Yesterday driving back from seeing Lee I wished for it to be just three months ago. When I could still take him past places he remembered. He doesn’t even remember me now. And all things considered that is probably a good thing. With the little strength he has he would maybe cling to me to take him away.

And whatever I would show him to see his response has changed. The curve and hill with the pasture full of sheep that he always got ready for is sheepless….now just weeds and an overgrown barn. The “bad girl cows” who only once escaped across the road into lush lawns are now kept where they belong because of a mended fence. The pond where we always looked for geese is being drained by the property owners. All changes in the last few months.

Changes can happen so quickly and the grief those changes cause just loiters there in the doorway of looking backwards.

I stay away from those who think it kind to say something nice about what is beyond that door of not so long ago. I don’t do well with public displays of sympathy. I have a box full of all the cards of caring words. I put them in there as soon as I wipe my face and am so grateful that those friends chose this method of being kind. A private kindness that allows me to miss what was, grieve and then close the box. Thank you for that. To be honest “slow grief” is in no hurry to move along.

But I am working on distractions.

We now have three tiny fawns visiting. Lee always loved seeing the rabbits down where the deer are fed.

The other morning on the Riverwalk. The start of a beautiful day.

So many Canadian geese.

And these reminding me to keep moving, follow the signs.

And I follow them. Back over the bridge.

Past the bergamot

and into my car to head for the coffee shop, where I order a skim milk lavender latte.

Work in the studio and then the start of another day…

Til later….

 

 

I took this picture on my walk this morning. Just a few short weeks ago the blooms were so plentiful on these bushes. They have had their season and are now fading.

Yesterday I visited Lee. He seems to be fading too. Slept through our time together sitting at a table outside away from anyone else. I took him a feather and a couple of Kent’s cards, the ones with cats drawn on them. He smiled at the feather, took it, then dropped it onto his lap and went back to sleep. I took his picture to show Amy, Patrick and Marla…his home caregivers when I was away in Australia and before I needed to hire professionals. His hair is longer than I have ever seen it but so clean and wispy white flowing over his ears. He is thinner than when I last saw him. He did not know who I was but liked a back rub as he dozed. I put the feather and cards back in my bag and will make an appointment to visit him again this week.

When I came home I drew this into pages in my sketchbook of scraps.

I saw a new born fawn this morning on the driveway and am thinking I should put him/her on the following page. A reminder of new life slipping into existence as I watch roses and Lee fade into another place.

Work in the studio calls and I am glad for the distraction of ideas put into a visual form.

I found my oh so precious Australian pencil box and used a number seven to transfer my drawings onto the blocks.

I bought this tin with a crocodile on it from a news agency store…a place where they assume that if you want a newspaper you might just need some basic art supplies as well. Here basic art supplies are only in art supply stores or more likely online as most walk in stores have closed.

I blocked out what will be black with a purple felt tip marker.

Anyway, so far I have worked through two blocks…

I love the sound of scraping the wood away and then seeing the small chips scatter across the table and floor. When the third one is carved I will test them with ink on paper to see where else some carving is necessary.

The thought occurred to me to print them on fabric and then hand sew the centers to the large male print. It would be easier to handle in the printing process of lining up the image and it would also give me an easier surface to stitch into. I will see how I feel after I find the right cloth.  Amy did send me some inkjet printing material in silk and cotton….both seem a bit too white for the tai kozo that the men are printed on but might be worth a try. The paper backing on the cloth so it feeds into the printer does keep the cloth rigid so hand rubbing could make for better contact of ink to cloth.

You know what I miss most when in my studio? It is the hum of another artist being there with me working out ideas for their own work. I don’t mean the students who just want a lesson on how to bind a book or the ones who show me an image from a magazine of a box they want me to end up making for them because it is the product not the process that matters. No, I really miss the passion of those makers who are driven to make something that matters deeply to them…and I don’t mean the work that is made to bundle up and take off to their gallery.

I look forward to September when two former students and long time friends come to work and stay for awhile. I have missed them. When I last saw them I had given a juror’s talk in St. Louis and we were reading favorite poems to each other over wine and dessert.

This weekend Amy and Ben return for a week of helping me out between birding walks and cocktail recipe discussions/sampling. I will have to write down another list of lightbulbs needing replaced, hose leaks, furniture moved, etc. Maybe they will help me put Lee’s rocks back in place where the deer have knocked them out of the way to get to the corn fallen into the cracks.

I will enjoy their company. The house is so quiet….

Til later…..

I like to think these ducks were coming to greet me as I stood on the bridge at the Riverwalk. No geese in sight two days ago.

And then this morning’s moon here in the yard before seeing the sky at the dam.

Beautiful mornings here.

Two days ago I finally cleaned out Lee’s side of the closet. Four bags for recycle, two for friends and family and one for trash. I spread my things all the way across for the first time ever…we always shared a closet and both of us tried very hard to not cross the center line.

Yesterday I met friends for lunch. We ate outside on the porch with no masks and I thoroughly enjoyed not just our own conversation but listening to others who seemed so happy to be out. I hadn’t been to that restaurant in over two years and it was nice to be back.

Scraps of cloth have been stitched together and added to my journal. The trees pages finished and another one as well.

Detail.

I like drawing in the stitch lines. The one below has a piece of the freshly contact printed cloth we did this week.

And this morning I found just enough iron on bonding scraps to face the center backs of three of the male wood blocks. Then I went back to working out the designs for the blocks to fit in their empty spaces.

I wanted three stages of a tree but this morning decided to add the black bird. He makes it even more of a narrative and I have used the idea of the bird bringing messages in my work over the years. It seemed appropriate to return to him here. But I can always change my mind once I get going.

I have decided to add stitch to the prints so needed the backing material. Once the new blocks are carved and centered on the bodies, then dried I will make more decisions. Could fine scraps of cloth and threads be fused into the prints with a thin wax solution? It would be nice to have some of Lee’s bee’s wax become part of each piece. Lots of time to think about it. Even time to make serious mistakes and start over.

Anyway I am back to the studio to start transferring images and carving away the light.

Til later….