What is the point she cried out, what is the point?

Happiness is not the point. The point is to create meaning.

you, madam are the point.

A little something, "Delicate"

My intention is not to plow through, to crash into, to strike- it is a much more subtle effect- something you see on the periphery, something that catches the eye and creates a pause. Can be momentary.

The eggs are entering 'public' realm. Go create that pause

http://arteriefinearts.com/artwork/3403203_White_Strength_in_Fragility.html
http://arteriefinearts.com/artwork/3403201_Red_Not_as_Strong_as_She_Seemed.html

after a bit of meditation this morning

giving, receiving, reflection

Playing through life and death and the doors that lead us through...

just three

2. Mutual Cleanse- project for the upcoming year

carved soap from the communist era, recycled

3. (self) Portrait of an Artist- continuing (lifelong)

reviewing portraits of art history, inserting myself with a feminist lens.

1. Traces- lifelong

mixed media, tape transfers from ongoing collection of personal images

Dreams are an alternate reality.

un, bearable lightness of being

from South Afrtica, done at the same time as Ani's Nelson Mandela paintings... thinking of them both

work as life-line

beautiful people

love you

on the thought of impermanence

and that which remains...

What are the traces we want to leave behind?
Clean spaces and objects for others to use
But again, what are our traces? subtle, yes, but not invisible

Leave
no loose ends
remain clear
leave room for others (take only the amount of space needed)
take up rightful space
and then,
what does one have to say?

Hand - eye coordination

Tereza thank you for posting so regularly - here is an updated view of the studio. Getting my hand and eye and heart and mind to practice together again. Until soon xo

holding without grasping

While photographing some 'old' works, I realized that the process of doing so was really the work made new again...

growth

after observing my children's growth, i realize the term grow-up is a complete misnomer- we do not grow- up, in the vertical sense. It is more growing out somewhere from the area around the belly button- we grow from a seed at that area, out in all directions, filling our form, with the help of kicking our legs and arms outward. 

i'm not sure how significant this is as yet but it does change directionality or the idea of linear directionality. Our thinking therefore also follows this in-the-round  movement, kind of like rings in a tree. again the significance of this escapes me due to lack of sleep, but it may inspire some thoughts in you.

break through

All the while it has been right in front of me and I've wanted to work like this for a very long time. How simple and yet to me so profound. I can't thank you enough. It incorporates the movement that I need to rock Jonas, while I work. Plus, how fun! I remember Claire asking what would I paint if I could paint anything- my immediate response was Trees. The drawing is made so naturally and inspired by the lines I see on my daily walks picking up Alenka. Of course I am at the beginning of this kind of exploration. But I'm so excited!

Portrait is roughly 2 feet by 3 and a half feet

It's changes throughout the day and is interesting in dusk and early morning.

 Inspirations

reviewing sketchbooks (from current perspective)

after our discussion on parallel time and the qualities that remain

one more

wind and paper, stuck and floating

cropping and labeling

the following will be sent to 5th Annual Drawing Discourse- (I find discourse interesting in that it is talks of something verbal, where as drawing of course is out of that system.)

touch happens between two

How subtle can it be and still speak?

reality in the projection

come with...

I am the blend

I need to find the right size and the right quality of print to print these.

Any thoughts about that?

with Jamie Emerick

The links to the every day are so strong. I see some work or read a text and there it appears all around me...

with Jamie Emerick's Drawing attention to the peripheral

and reading The Painted Kiss this morning,

"It is only when she is standing across the room, when she is talking to someone else,

pretending not to look at him but tracking his movements with her peripheral vision; it is only from this distance that he knows her fully." (speaking of Gustav Klimt and his lover.)

I love witnessing life's connections.

Sitting With