We had a party last night celebrating the August birthdays, being women and artists and just because we wanted to. Not-New-York pizza was delivered and the salad had carrot slices that had a 4 inch diameter – I kid you not. There was red and white wine and two different flavored popcorn. We learned some interesting things about interesting things. There was a Fart in a Jar which really set the tone for the evening. Things got a little silly after that and everyone ended up with stomach aches from all the belly laughing.
We donned hats and (shh – don’t tell Cloth Paper Scissors)
Melly sprouted flapping receipt wings to go along with the pointy hat.
I’m having such a blast at Cloth Paper Scissors Create. There’s not a minute to spare and at the same time it is mucho relaxing. I’m so glad I decided to attend. I’ve met some really cool people through Melly and we’ve both spent time with new friends.
Yesterday I was in Kelli Perkins “Stitched Paper Alchemy” workshop and managed to finish painting and layering all the fabric I made. I had the opportunity to use a fancy Bernina to do some free motion shaky stitching on five small pieces. Kelly really supplied us with every type of paint layering option available to mankind.
This is how it started – just a random mish-mosh of paper collaged onto glue soaked muslin.
This is what I ended up with:
Later in the evening we went to the Artists’ Faire. I didn’t know what to expect and was pleasantly surprised by the massive number of artist’s selling their original artwork and the crowds that collected in front of each table and clogged the aisles. Melly and I circled a number of times and since she knew EVERYBODY there we were constantly stopping to chat. Melly was making a short video of Alisa Burke. This is the only picture I remembered to snap.
On another note: Melly, this one is yours
and this one is mine
See the Stop Sign? I put it there.
But have I got you fooled. They are Cards. Metal cards with collage and paint on both sides and my half-hearted sorry job of trying to get a patina on four of them at Cloth Paper Scissors Create. The “patina” is nicely covered up with layers of gesso, paper and paint – never to see the light of day again. (I can’t make the images bigger right now – the hotel internet is very slow.)
This is one side of them.
And this is the reverse.
I have added grommets and some danglies and it will emerge as a bound book as soon as I can figure out how to do that.
On another note – this is what I saw and heard from the corner of the room this morning:
“Why are there so many zippers in the world?”
During the screen printing workshop I decided to try my hand at using stencils which was not a new thing for me – I used stencils for years when I was monoprinting and still use the same ink encrusted ones occasionally. As a matter of fact I utilized those particular stencils on the outer wrap and pages of the book “Rush Hour” shown in a previous post. Last week I cut stencils out of freezer paper and they were all curly and floppy and it was a bit of a challenge to use them. I printed the first color (yellow) when the instructor was at lunch and the result was less than optimum. I decided to wait until the next day to continue and, instead, started to screen print some monotypes with water soluble pencils, Caran d’Ache water soluble crayons and vine charcoal. This is a fun technique and was a good way to end the day on a positive note.
The next day I went back to the stencils and struggled to figure out how to register the next one. Phew. Fought with floppy and curling papers. Started to sweat. I corralled the teacher, explained my dilemma and presto chango in two seconds flat she explained what to do, demoed it and I was off and running. Easy peasy. She kept doing things like that – making Mountains into mole hills without having to think about it – it just oozed out of her naturally and instantaneously. I quickly ended up with this Matisse wannabe titled “Faux Faux” which is referring to something that will appear in a few weeks.
Here is one of the monotypes referencing a Matisse painting that I saw in MOMA a few weeks ago. Titled “Pears in a Bowl After Matisse”.
I changed his apples to pears but otherwise WOW!! can’t tell them apart. Right?
Last week I drove back and forth to the Center for Contemporary Printmaking in South Norwalk, to take part in a Waterbased Silkscreen workshop taught by Roni Henning. I had a blast, learned a lot and completely wore myself out. My journals and various tags accompanied me because I was convinced that there was not one single idea in my head.
This is the journal spread I drew the other week when I did a blind contour drawing while referring to a photograph that was still in my camera. I used a Pitt brush pen.
We were going to burn some screens (photo emulsion). Roni showed me how to get “brush strokes” on the screen – really simple – and I proceeded to make three screens for the colors and then the screen for the black. This is the print that resulted – it is 150% larger than the original drawing. I made an edition of six silkscreen prints.
I didn’t clean the screens right away so I still had the image burned and a few days later I made the following monoprint using Caran d’Ache watersoluble crayons.
It changed the whole effect – much lighter atmosphere. This is how it felt when Shirley and I visited Moma’s Sculpture Garden a few weeks ago at the end of the day after Melly, Gwen and Phil left to catch the subway to Brooklyn. The sun was shining and there were people relaxing and wandering around. Shirley was quite taken with Yoko Ono’s Wish Tree (covered in tags, ahem).
The last print I did each day went into my journals and some even ended up on tags. I still have more scanning to do.
I got home from a day (my second) of silkscreening in Connecticut. Five miles of mucho slow traffic on the way home. Three more days to go. I was able to translate a journal spread into an edition of six silkscreen prints. I didn’t get a photograph of them yet – they’re still on the drying rack in the studio. I was too tired, my feet were killing me, orange ink on my face, black ink covering my hands and arms and I still had to wash all the ink off of the humungous screen I was using. Those stinkin’ stop-and-go five miles added one hour to my drive time. Bleh. But I still felt happy.
By Friday I’ll be Plum Tuckered.