Did your summer go by as fast as mine did?
The last thing I clearly remember was starting the Paintbox season, with fresh paint and a new attitude. As I sit here to write to you, the season finished more than a month ago, at the beginning of August. August was spent finishing up some house projects, and sitting on a beach on an island off the coast of Maine. That beach sitting involved substantially fewer Pina Coladas, and a great deal more grit and beach glass (and also knitting) than I generally associate with the phrase “sitting on a beach,” but it was exactly what I wanted. Also family – I got to go lobstering with my brother and nephew, admire tiny baby lobsters, cook spectacular meals and revel in sunsets.
Now September is almost half over, I’m staring down a birthday on the 27th, and I have turned my attention to marketing. I turn 59 – I am having a large party to celebrate the end of my 50s, and I shall hunker down next year and let 60 creep gently over me. At least, that is the theory.
The marketing part is going a good deal slower than I expected. A lot of the process is writing about what I do and how and why I do it, which requires more introspection than I have applied to myself recently. I’m finding it very interesting to read other artist’s statements and websites, because I can agree, or disagree, and writing those down helps clarify my thoughts on my own process and how I talk about it.
The summer theater season has started! Paintbox
Theater Theatre is underway, rehearsals are running, and next week we load into the performance space at Williston Northampton School in their auditorium.
I have managed to list several Dreamboxes in my store, take a look! I would urge you to seize one that speaks to you soon, because they are selling faster than I expected.
A Friend requested one of these for a friend of his, and called it a dreambox – I think that is a perfectly acceptable thing to call them. Certainly more poetic than I am when I refer to them as “art inna box” or just tiny boxes. My partner is also delighted with them. He says they effuse story… again, vastly more poetic than I.
On Monday I visited Smith College to learn how to use the laser cutter at the Design Thinking Initiative. I had a couple of files filled with digital versions of ideas off the list I wrote down a couple months ago. To our combined delight, everything came out beautifully, from test cuttings out of card stock to things cut from various thicknesses of plywood. The honeycomb in the bee box above are the first things I tried. Below, you can see leaves of various sizes, tiny trees, and a doodle from Alice’s Mineralogy notes.
With the warmer weather I have been taking my dad for walks. Every time around the block is an exercise in landscape appreciation – he has never seen forsythia so yellow, a sky so blue, trees doing this extraordinary thing, not that he can remember. Since his memory is failing, he is not wrong, and since he remains kind and interested in the world, we get appreciation instead of recriminations. There is always something to be grateful for.
I have also been spending more time in my studio. I think I am cleaning up, clearing off tables and making space for new things, but I am also uncovering untold numbers of tiny treasures. Which, it turns out, are exactly what I need to put into these tiny boxes. The boxes are the size of an Artist Trading Card, 2.5×3.5″, which means I can use all the ATC I have used for paint practice and stitching practice as backgrounds, and then things seems to -filter- into them. Things that sort of belong together, or that argue with each other. A friend wanted to buy one for a friend of theirs in California, and he called it a dream box, which feels about right.
Happy Spring! or Happy Fall in the southern hemisphere!
We are certainly lurching into springtime here in New England – over the weekend the temperatures swung 10 degrees up on one day and 15 degrees down the next day, as a series of weather fronts passed over us. I volunteered at the first (theoretically annual) Smith Mini Maker Fair, and got a chance to talk to people who made everything from soap and shoes to laser cut imagery and enormous Muppety puppets. It was a fine way to spend a Saturday.
The kitchen project is resting while the counters get made – I am hoping for installation sometime soon, but the kitchen is usable right now. Just don’t lean on the counter tops yet! They’re wobbly and only set in place.
I’ve started thinking about things to go into the little boxes I’ve made so far. Populating them is a great deal of fun, and hearkens back to my favorite parts of working in a museum.
While April 1st seems like an inauspicious day to begin a new venture, I have done exactly that and started a Patreon. For those new to the concept, it is a modern, distributed, digital way to develop my own deMedicis – only instead of one family of insane and absurdly wealthy people to support my endeavors, I am counting on people who read this blog or otherwise like my work and want more of it to chip in a small amount of money every month.
Asking for money for work is hard and slightly embarrassing, but I need some additional support to continue to make the work that is important to me, and I hope, interesting to you.
So look at my Patreon page, and see if you might like a newsletter and access to monthly digital imagery you can use for wallpaper on your phone, for the low low price of a dollar ($1) per month. Or a monthly postcard, featuring new work and a message. Or even a tiny artwork every other month –
a hawk is hunting lunch outside my window
with startlingly rufous underwing, the bars of youth on wings and tail
working her way along the hedge full of twittering
sparrows hiding in plain sight in the tight lattice of the hedge
bluejays yelling combined warnings and jeers
and the neighbor’s cat watching with interest
a fellow predator, doing her thing