Ah, fare thee well, Christmas. May you rest well until next season where I can glitter the hell out of you again.
I thought I would share the gift I made for my sister's family. As you probably know, I am an identical twin, and my sister has three children--aged 9, 6 and 4 (two months older than Beezus). Every year we try to give something handmade to one another. She made my kids the cutest stuffed animals ever. The ballet pig is for Beezus since she was born in the year of the Golden Pig and the elephant is Thor's. She named him Sir Nigel Flopworthy. Thor calls him Da.
That monocle has velcro and goes on his arm if he is feeling less dramatic.
I initially had painted her a mizuko jizo, since she has been saying she wanted one for her house. But it didn't exactly turn out the way I envisioned. So, I sat with it. I had no idea. Then I walked around the pre-stretched canvas section of the art store, seeing if I could envision something for her. And then, I saw three canvases bundled together. Each canvas was four inches by twelve inches, so together they were like a square...it came to me, and I could envision exactly what I was going to do.
Three paintings, one of each kid, representing their beautiful personalities. Ones that worked together or individually.
I hope they like it. The first one is Audrey, who loves doggies, so I have her holding a dog with a spot over its eye and a paint brush, and her one eye painted. The middle one of Maxwell is of him with a bone and magnifying glass since he always seems to be exploring and trying to discover something. I just see him as a paleontologist. And the blue one is Cooper casually hanging out and yo-yoing, which is his personality. I like stripes, so painting each of them with stripes and gray outfits was fun. All in all, I loved the way they turned out.
Merry Boxing Day. Hope you are kicking the crap out of someone. (Just kidding. I know that Boxing day isn't about boxing.)
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Monday, December 26, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
some recent projects
I've been needlefelting a shitload of stuff. Ornaments, mostly. There is more, but they are gifts for my niece and nephews and my sister reads this space. I like the aggression release of felting. It helps. I have also been trying to construct a felt bag, though I am terrible at sewing. Maybe it will just be my needlefelting bag.
The red piece is going to be the flap and the other pieces are going to be the long handle.
I'm also wondering if anyone can give me pointers for making prints or postcards of my work. Do I photograph it? And if so, is there a trick to photographing artwork that I should know. Has anyone used anyone in particular that they like? Thank you for any information.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
jizo
I've been sketching for the three foot by four foot painting for the five exhibit in January. Initially, I wanted to do my She's not an Angel painting huge like that, but then I thought I wanted to do something completely different. I sketched this one of myself holding groceries with the words don't cry, because basically that is how every trip to the market was for the first four months after she died.
Then I decided, absolutely decided that I wanted to do a jizo. A different kind of jizo, something that represents jizo to me, rather than in a meditation painting. I wanted the duality of jizo--that he is portrayed happy though he is a bodhisattva of compassion, so he has a grief too.
I decided on the one with the leaning pillar of rocks, each one sort of representing a child that died, and one joyful jizo and the other looking down and sad, out of respect. This one looks mad, but the one on the canvas doesn't.
Then I decided, absolutely decided that I wanted to do a jizo. A different kind of jizo, something that represents jizo to me, rather than in a meditation painting. I wanted the duality of jizo--that he is portrayed happy though he is a bodhisattva of compassion, so he has a grief too.
I decided on the one with the leaning pillar of rocks, each one sort of representing a child that died, and one joyful jizo and the other looking down and sad, out of respect. This one looks mad, but the one on the canvas doesn't.
Monday, October 17, 2011
ensō meditations with children.
My approach to meditation both in my own individual life and the lives of my kids has been to think of many things as an opportunity to meditate. I know meditation has a specific meaning in Buddhist context, or new age context, in a recovery context and still in a psychotherapy context. For me, I think of meditation as an intentional practice, to clear of the mind, remain present, train the brain to sit in quiet. Many times that involves me pulling out my meditation cushion, lighting candles, incense and sitting still. I focus on my breath, or an object, or a mantra. I don't always just sit to meditate, though. I practice meditation when I do the dishes, walk, paint.
Teaching my children meditation, I hope, will be a gift for them later in life. A way of coping that I just simply never learned. I teach my children that meditation can take place in all kinds of ways. We do sit and chant together. I do many guided meditations. We do spirit animal meditations, which I know sounds hokey and new age-y, but is a really wonderful way to connect children to nature and other sentient beings. We often go on walking meditation where we try not to speak for a few minutes and just take in the present moment. We focus on our breath and steps. The other way I have done this is to teach them about painting meditations. Since Beezus was two and since Thor's birth, I have done painting meditation, so they are very aware of the interconnectedness of painting and spirituality for me. They also respect the serenity and austerity of the moments I paint for grieving women and men. It is pretty cool.
One meditation practice I have cultivated in the past few years is doing ensō meditations and paintings. I actually do ensō painting meditation a few times a week these days. It is one of my main practices. I paint them onto watercolor cards and use them for all kinds of things--anniversaries, birthdays, sympathy cards. I first painted an ensō because a client requested it on her mizuko jizo painting. I did a lot of research after that, looked at and meditated on many pictures of ensō painted by monks and enlightened beings. But that simple request started a journey in this ancient zen artist meditation. I first wrote about that practice here.
Ensō represent both everything and nothing. The beginning and the ending. It is a symbol of enlightenment, and imperfection. Actually, the open ensō and the closed ensō mean different things. The closed one means the "totality of experience and life" while the open one represents the imperfection in all things. I think it embodies the Zen concept of wabi sabi, or the feeling that everything is exactly as it is supposed to be--imperfect. I use it as a mediation on imperfection, even though I generally close my ensō. Basically, it is an expression of the moment. One brush stroke. One circle. And though we strive for its perfection, its expression at its core, is always imperfect. And so the wisdom is simply that the ensō is a denial of perfection and in that way is exactly as it should be.
And making circles is a wonderful way to teach children about imperfection, your own, theirs, without challenging them to be perfect. I think a good tie-in to an ensō meditation with children would be to read the book Dot. Dot is a beautiful book about art and self-doubt. Ish, also by Peter Reynolds, is a lovely book about, essentially, accepting the imperfection of your art as the beauty.
At any rate, a few weeks ago, Beezus asked me if she could join me for my ensō meditation, and it occurred to me how absolutely perfect ensō painting is to teach children about working meditation and incorporating mindfulness into every activity. And so, we did a meditation session, lit a candle, incense, sat still, imagined the circle. We talked about its meaning and how we will spend our lives making absolutely beautiful imperfect circles. And we painted ensō after ensō after ensō.
She got pretty good.
Teaching my children meditation, I hope, will be a gift for them later in life. A way of coping that I just simply never learned. I teach my children that meditation can take place in all kinds of ways. We do sit and chant together. I do many guided meditations. We do spirit animal meditations, which I know sounds hokey and new age-y, but is a really wonderful way to connect children to nature and other sentient beings. We often go on walking meditation where we try not to speak for a few minutes and just take in the present moment. We focus on our breath and steps. The other way I have done this is to teach them about painting meditations. Since Beezus was two and since Thor's birth, I have done painting meditation, so they are very aware of the interconnectedness of painting and spirituality for me. They also respect the serenity and austerity of the moments I paint for grieving women and men. It is pretty cool.
One meditation practice I have cultivated in the past few years is doing ensō meditations and paintings. I actually do ensō painting meditation a few times a week these days. It is one of my main practices. I paint them onto watercolor cards and use them for all kinds of things--anniversaries, birthdays, sympathy cards. I first painted an ensō because a client requested it on her mizuko jizo painting. I did a lot of research after that, looked at and meditated on many pictures of ensō painted by monks and enlightened beings. But that simple request started a journey in this ancient zen artist meditation. I first wrote about that practice here.
| This is an ensō I painted in acrylic on canvas paper. It hangs in my studio. |
And making circles is a wonderful way to teach children about imperfection, your own, theirs, without challenging them to be perfect. I think a good tie-in to an ensō meditation with children would be to read the book Dot. Dot is a beautiful book about art and self-doubt. Ish, also by Peter Reynolds, is a lovely book about, essentially, accepting the imperfection of your art as the beauty.
At any rate, a few weeks ago, Beezus asked me if she could join me for my ensō meditation, and it occurred to me how absolutely perfect ensō painting is to teach children about working meditation and incorporating mindfulness into every activity. And so, we did a meditation session, lit a candle, incense, sat still, imagined the circle. We talked about its meaning and how we will spend our lives making absolutely beautiful imperfect circles. And we painted ensō after ensō after ensō.
She got pretty good.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
open house and jizos
Yesterday, I had an Open House for other families who have lost children, really it was to display the travel journal. I cooked and cleaned last week, like a fullhouse deep cleaning, which was nice. I do that every Fall and Spring, Summer and Winter. It is like a seasonal change thing, but I spend a week just scrubbing the tiles I don't usually scrub and spit shining the faucets. Okay, not really. But this one was for my homies, so I took time. I also hung lots of my babylost art around my house, pieces I never display in open. These three I painted for a show next January. I shared them here already, but I hadn't seen them together.
From left to right they are: I Wish You Understood (But I'm Grateful You Don't), She's Not an Angel. She Was My Baby. the last one is untitled as of yet, but it is me holding a picture of Lucia. I think it might said, I want my baby, instead of a picture I can't show anyone. I'm taking suggestions.
This morning, I needed to meditate, so I painted some jizo cards. I just needed to sit and clear my head after all the week of busy.
And I started a jizo wall in my studio, since I have so many dang jizos around. I have some in my lounge, so I need to get them on the wall...fun, fun, fun.
Friday, September 16, 2011
repainting the jizo.
Watercolor is notorious for fading in the sun. And as I approach three years since Lucy's death, I am finding my earliest of post-Lucy watercolors sun-damaged and faded. Take for instance one of my first mizuko jizo. I used to paint two styles of jizos, now, I paint about five. But my earliest jizos were either clusters of jizos, each with a prayer. And the other was more of a pop-art kind of jizo. It just depends on the mood I am cultivating at the moment. I remember painting this one, and the joy I felt at painting Lucy alive and playing peek-a-boo.
Here it is faded out of its frame. So, maybe this is not gauche, or something, but I repainted it very carefully. Now it looks like this.
I'm happy I did it. I was nervous to ruin this painting, but it was undisplayable before, and now, it looks like it did. I even got to tone down that obnoxious signature. Yay.
Today is picture day at Beezus' school. So, she suggested we take a picture of us. We tried.
Have a lovely day. We finally have some fall weather. It is beautiful outside, and so we are going to go play.
Here it is faded out of its frame. So, maybe this is not gauche, or something, but I repainted it very carefully. Now it looks like this.
I'm happy I did it. I was nervous to ruin this painting, but it was undisplayable before, and now, it looks like it did. I even got to tone down that obnoxious signature. Yay.
Today is picture day at Beezus' school. So, she suggested we take a picture of us. We tried.
| This one, I was holding the camera, and then Thomas Harry was angry with the entire situation. |
| This one is the one we set the timer for. |
| Beezus didn't like the timer one, so she decided she would just take a picture of Thor and Mama. |
Have a lovely day. We finally have some fall weather. It is beautiful outside, and so we are going to go play.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Some recent work.
It has been months since I have posted. Sorry. So much has happened. My husband had surgery, while I was massively pregnant during which we had a two week stomach virus, then ebola, and then I began having three ob appointments a week, and then we had a living, breathing baby. Holy crap.
Still, me and the girl have been doing lots of art around these parts, though, and I have given myself permission to consider my writing and my still life 365 blog work part of the creative every day challenge. Also, maintaining still life with circles with occasional posts. I also participated in a silent art auction for SHARE-Lancaster and met the amazing Mother Henna, Emily, Stephanie Cole, who hosts this website Beauty in the Breakdown and has a book coming out that you should totally buy, and of course, Hawk and Kara's mother and stepfather and cousins. It is always amazing to connect in real life with other grieving artists and mothers (and fathers). I am continually moved at how these women and men who were strangers before Lucy feel so much like family.
Alright, onto the art, on still life 365, I have started a travel journal, and so here is my entry for the first page of the journal, then it went to Germany...
Travel Journal, Watercolor, 03.31.10.
In February, my dear friend Kristin asked me to do a painting for her. She wanted something to inspire her to write. Something meditative. Something that touched on nature and art. She gave me a quote by James Therber, "Don't get it right, get it written." A week later, I became embroiled in caretaking, for my husband and daughter and myself. It was so consuming. I felt especially drained creatively. I can't really express the level of stress I was under. I just about exploded. Still, her painting was there lurking, and I felt terrible about not being able to devote the time and attention to meditating on it. After my son was born, I felt a level of comfort and stress of his surviving the pregnancy and birth part was diminished, though will always still be there, I assume. Anyway, after he was born, I also ordered a watercolor journal to begin art journaling. In it, I found myself sketching Kristin, trying to find some images I connected with.
Kristin First Sketch, watercolor and ink.
Kristin Second Sketch, pencil.
Instinct and Inspiration, watercolor and mixed media.
Here is the explanation I sent to Kristin:
I Prayed for Each of You, acrylic and ink.

Mizuko Jizo with Pinwheel. Watercolor.

The Wind Blows my Kimono, but not my Hair. Acrylic.
Day in the life. Watercolor.
Pray. Acrylic and Mixed Media.
Broken Hearted Geisha. Acrylic and Mixed Media.
Still, me and the girl have been doing lots of art around these parts, though, and I have given myself permission to consider my writing and my still life 365 blog work part of the creative every day challenge. Also, maintaining still life with circles with occasional posts. I also participated in a silent art auction for SHARE-Lancaster and met the amazing Mother Henna, Emily, Stephanie Cole, who hosts this website Beauty in the Breakdown and has a book coming out that you should totally buy, and of course, Hawk and Kara's mother and stepfather and cousins. It is always amazing to connect in real life with other grieving artists and mothers (and fathers). I am continually moved at how these women and men who were strangers before Lucy feel so much like family.
Alright, onto the art, on still life 365, I have started a travel journal, and so here is my entry for the first page of the journal, then it went to Germany...
Travel Journal, Watercolor, 03.31.10.
In February, my dear friend Kristin asked me to do a painting for her. She wanted something to inspire her to write. Something meditative. Something that touched on nature and art. She gave me a quote by James Therber, "Don't get it right, get it written." A week later, I became embroiled in caretaking, for my husband and daughter and myself. It was so consuming. I felt especially drained creatively. I can't really express the level of stress I was under. I just about exploded. Still, her painting was there lurking, and I felt terrible about not being able to devote the time and attention to meditating on it. After my son was born, I felt a level of comfort and stress of his surviving the pregnancy and birth part was diminished, though will always still be there, I assume. Anyway, after he was born, I also ordered a watercolor journal to begin art journaling. In it, I found myself sketching Kristin, trying to find some images I connected with.
Kristin First Sketch, watercolor and ink.
Kristin Second Sketch, pencil.
Instinct and Inspiration, watercolor and mixed media.
Here is the explanation I sent to Kristin:
I started sketches a few times, and just didn't connect with it. I was having trouble with inspiring inspiration. I wanted it to be right for you, but I was creatively drained. Finally, I had an idea for it that I connected with, and began sketching. And so, here is your painting. I am calling it "Inspiration and Instinct" It is on watercolor canvas. 9x2. The image itself I wanted to make fantastical and accessible. I made your hair long and flowing to give it an air of exaggeration, as well as extend your arms out of encompass novels and ideas. I have an old dictionary/encyclopaedia, and I thought it would be cool to cut out the definitions for inspiration and instinct. I also handwrote the quote by james therber that you sent me. The dictionary/encyclopaedia has a section of nature sketches, so I thought it would be cool if you were inspiring not just painted swirling ideas, bits of paper, literature, but also these butterflies and moths, each an inspiration. Moths I always associate with night, and butterflies day, so they are supposed to inspiring work day and night. I actually thought of painting them, but liked that between your hands was both fiction and non-fiction; painted and from a book.Other work I have done in the journal:
I Prayed for Each of You, acrylic and ink.
Mizuko Jizo with Pinwheel. Watercolor.
The Wind Blows my Kimono, but not my Hair. Acrylic.
Day in the life. Watercolor.
Pray. Acrylic and Mixed Media.
Broken Hearted Geisha. Acrylic and Mixed Media.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Tuesday.01.12.10
Rose. Needle felted flower. 01.11.10
Peg jizo, acrylic painted wooden peg. 01.12.10
Shit, that jizo is awful. But I wanted to see how it would work on peg. I am terrible at painting these round pegs. I should have photographed them in my hand. They are quite small, and I am a bumbling mess. I am going to spend the rest of the day cleaning my home and cooking and laundry. My creative energy is kind of waning right now. I need felting ideas. Anatomical hearts might be in the mix tonight for Mama Henna's art swap...we'll see.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Friday. 01.01.10
Magic Hat. Watercolor. 01.01.10
Sorry for the delay in posting these. This one and the next are gifts for my sister's birthday, and I had to wait until I gifted them to her.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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