Saturday, January 28, 2012
Just a snapshot of the finished piece. This is a bit of a departure from what I've been doing with my paintings, but I decided not to force it into the usual familiar territory, and to just let it be. Could be the start of a whole new year, good timing for January! I'll have to wait and see where it takes me.
Posted by Ingrid at 1:03 PM
Friday, January 27, 2012
We had a snow day today, which turned into a rain day, which turned the snow to slush so I hid out in the studio under a pressing deadline while listening to the raindrops beat a constant rhythm on the skylights overhead...
so far acrylic and oil on panel
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Thursday, January 26, 2012
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Sunday, January 8, 2012
Occasionally I make the trek down to Damariscotta to use the press at Midcoast Printmakers. I have been working on some plates with drawings from my late fall bike rides. Passing fields of spent queen anne's lace silhouetted against the clear blue sky...I miss my bike.
tiny, 4x4" drypoint on plexiglass plate, printed on Reeves bfk
6x6" copperplate etching, printed on lenox
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Friday, January 6, 2012
This is a piece I made for the Belfast Poetry Festival back in October. I was paired with the poet Richard Miles from Harrington, Maine. Over the course of about 8 weeks, we corresponded via email- exchanging working images from my studio and bits of writing from his. It was the conversation between the two mediums that produced this painting and the following poem by Richard.
A goddess spoke the word gold, her breath
passing over water, transforming it.
Before color, first seeds out of the explosion
set out on their long path to perfection.
Possessed by flowers and blackbirds,
I wait on a stone and observe.
The birds shriek and the flowers click open
spreading their fragrance wide.
I shall make gardens this way
with syllables and floating digits.
All belief and liberating wind:
our essence in process
will be gently coaxed out,
uttering its own name, a-shine.
Posted by Ingrid at 11:24 AM