Sunday, April 30, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
In this painting I used some collage elements; I began by soaking different kinds of papers in a bathtub full of tea in order to stain them. On the papers, I wrote (using different writing utensils) different things about each of the people that I knew I would be painting: How they fit in to my life and what roles they played. I glued the wrinkled papers to a canvas and even painted in some extra wrinkles to add to the effect. Lastly, I painted the portraits on top using oil paint. Every now and then, I read what I wrote about each person, and several of the relationships have changed quite a bit since then. All of them have seen the painting at some point in time, but I don't think any of them have gotten close and personal enough to read the things that were written. :)
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
twelve four year olds
hands in lap
cough, cough, sniff
How I wonder
What you are
stop touching me!
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder
What you are
twelve four year olds
scramble into "rows"
hands in lap
pigtails to floor.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
"Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers."
Monday, April 17, 2006
This was the first painting that I did as a graduate student. I was nervous about painting in front of my new studio mates, who had been there longer and were further into the program, so I came up with an excuse to be out of the studio a little bit. I chose to do some "on-site" painting, which turned out to be a very bad idea. It was the middle of a very hot August when I decided to sit outside in the movie theater parking lot to paint this painting. It's not my favorite painting that I've ever done, but it does have some very distinct memories connected with it. In addition to the memories of the gallons of sweat that I poured out while painting it, I also have some very fond memories of the inside of the movie theater. I LOVE going to the movies; it's one of my absolute favorite things to do... The WHOLE experience. I can't go without popcorn and a drink, it's just not the same. I can't explain why I love movies so much, but I sincerely do, which is why it is so weird (but good) that Jeff has decided to go into post-production.... Anyway... If you're curious about how he's doing, you can check my link to his blog (the beguiler). The link is over on the right- He's in California this week checking out some post-houses. Please pray for him... we're trying, pretty successfully, not to stress out about next year... but it would be nice if he could line up a job before we move.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
One quarter, one dime
the glass bottle
clinks into the black bin.
Inside, Mr. John sweeps the strands
into one fuzzy pile.
decorated with foil
is perched with a magazine.
Elvis is singing, "Fools Rush In"
Sitting on my feet in the chair
stretching my head into the plastic bubble dryer above
I peer through the foggy helmet
at the lady in curlers opposite me.
She clears her throat while tugging on her knee highs.
I slurp on my last swallow of pepsi.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
So Much Depends Upon
the red wheel barrow glazed with rain water
beside the workshop he built
red and white pinwheel peppermints
wrapped and twisted
resting in decorative glass bowls she litters about the house
the submissive gameboy waiting for him on the end table
beside the peppermints
the sweet tea she brews to encourage him to satisfy his daily water quota;
he won't drink water
the blue and white ceramic floor tiles he scrubs behind the toilet;
she shouldn't be on her knees
trailing conversations she continues
after he's slipped out of the room
the green and white striped umbrella
sprouting from the motorized golf bag he constructed
her pink polyester pantsuits
the unescorted crocodile crawling away from the collars
of all his cotton shirts
and the grilled cheese sandwiches she flips
to the Young and the Restless.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Another post about my childhood fun at Goldsboro Country Club. At fifty minutes past every hour, the lifeguard would blow the whistle to signal the beginning of "break," at which time everyone under the age of 18 would swim to the closest ladder, or edge, to get out. We weren't allowed to put any part of our body into the water for ten minutes. The rules had apparently changed by the time I began this painting of four children dangling their feet in the water. The most embarrassing part about break was the chance that you might be doing handstands underwater when the whistle was blown, having no idea that it was time to get out. Sometimes this could go on for awhile if you didn't bother to glance around when you came up for breath. Lopsided handstand after lopsided handstand followed by a little mermaid swimming and "pretend gymnastics" can be very embarrassing with a crowd of people watching from the side, waiting and timing shouts to coincide with your emergences for breath. "It's BREAKtime!!!!!"
Monday, April 03, 2006
Jeff took this picture while we were waiting outside at the Macaroni Grill. When I saw him setting it up, I was skeptical, but I really like the way it came out. Personally, it makes me think of sitting outside at my Grandparents' house (Grandot and B.B.). They have, or used to have, an iron table similar to this one out on their porch. We would sit outside and eat icecream to the buzzing sound of a neon-blue bug zapper light, while watching lightning bugs appear in various places around the yard.