
I've been thinking about hermitting. A warm little house in a dark place. This is from yesterday, first real snowfall of the season.
Wax, pigment, paper.




Post-wax pour (beeswax with a little damar). I think the wax confused the camera. The final image is much less blurry in real life.
A fuzzy blurry blob that in real life resembles a tiny adorable animal with a big head. Just like my niece.


"It's very difficult being a grandmother. At first I thought it was easy but it's hard because the grandparent has lots of experience, and wants to influence the younger generation. But at the same time it causes conflict, because the experience of the youth is not the same as the experience of the older person."
The concept. My ink portraits (this is Nubia), the paintings framed in speech and thought bubbles, and words and stories woven throughout.
I haven't had too much time to paint recently, so when I had a few hours in the studio this week I decided to just paint without thinking anything through too much. I have some larger projects in mind, but these are just games I'm playing with found images. I was angry painting on Monday so her face got a little abused, but aside from the aggression I was taking out on the wood panel, I've been thinking about how to dissolve the figure into the background, or rather into the painted space around it. Draw attention to the illusionness of figurative painting- it is just paint, gooey luscious oil paint (try to refrain from tasting it). So the just paintness of it.
Custom counters (bathed in heavenly light) built by yours truly, with lots of help from Mike MacCormack. Mike, you should know that Hanna was impressed by your patient carpentry teaching methods. Also on the topic of teacher reviews, the five-year-olds I work with told me this week that I'm becoming very charming. Just bragging. 



