G is for Gertrude

I had a great time lighting up this little "landscape" of small balls of thread. My great-grandmother did tatting, embroidery, crochet—all sorts of beautiful work with thread. The "G" is for Gertrude.

Which Comes First...?

Well, spring is just about here and I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see if I could control a colorful set up, be more conscious of trying to use one color per stroke (not there yet!), and how to achieve transitions using this technique. I'm still finding my way!

Which brings us to the totally metaphorical title.
Do you go through periods where you think you're "getting it" and then suddenly you're certain you know absolutely nothing about painting? When I reach that point I try to be kind to myself (it's not always easy) and just keep working. I tell myself that eventually I'll master some small aspect of the painting problem and I'll be a better painter for all the struggle! I HAVE seen it happen!

I'm at a point where as some say about art, "I know what I like," but I have to finish with: I don't yet know how to do it. AND, I'm not certain what "my painting voice" is yet, since I can point to several artists whose very different painting styles I admire so much (some of you know who you are). My artist friend, Sarajean Graham, and I have hatched a plan: to embark on an organized course of self-education. Together we're going to examine things we've wondered about, groused about and struggled with. We plan to conquer them! Stay tuned. (and do wish us luck!)

Happy Spring!