So I’m at that point, is what I’m making art or crap?
Firstly, I’m working with collage and that can instantly become Eric Carlisle like immediately. Especially that I’m working with an animal subject. God that sounds like crap just typing it. I wanted to do an owl, crap again… Embarrassing. Well, it could be a freaking lighthouse, so it’s not as crappy as it could be. On a side note I did make a lighthouse for an old boyfriend once, out of spite and anger at his innocent taste (I’m being kind here). He hated it. Notice the “old” next to boyfriend.
Where was I? Ok, yes, crap. Well it started off well with lots of layering and hand made papers, then I put purple tulle in. Yeah, purple tulle over an overly shiny bronze background. No, I’m not putting in an image.
Reason for this post, how do we know if what we make is art or not? I don’t know, in the past I’ve made some truly good work and some pure crap. Often I think when I work over a piece that sucks, the suckiness comes through. And this piece does have a bad painting under it… like covering up those extra pounds with a big dress. You still know what’s under there.
Because I woke up today I get to take Jake to work, make is tea and listen to him practice guitar.
I get to brew pumpkin flavored coffee, get dressed, care for the chickens and feed the dog.
I get to go to Meetinghouse and sit in silence with like minded people.
I get to drive to Millville, pick up past work from a gallery and drop more off. I get to write, clean, exercise, cook, food shop: picking from hundreds of thousands of items from rows and rows of giant shelves. Today is a day in my life that could possibly feel, too busy, annoying, and driven by responsibility. I know that I have woken up alive and decide, that every movement is because I CAN. So with unconditional gratitude I thank the Universe for this day.
THE MIND THAT IS MUDDY AND OPAQUE GIVES ME WONDER AND WANT FOR CONVERSATION
It’s the waking up that sends me moving
worried that the moment will escape my memory
trivial things annoy my pictures
great things are there if I am
don’t need me, let me need you
weakness is a burden
too many things to do in this life
to be bogged down with unimportant things
a self centered challenge
only need to be lost within the depth
liking the deep-end as the shallow side is so transparent
the mind that is muddy and opaque gives me wonder and want for conversation.
darkness brings peace and silences it
the break that is welcome
I like this new piece but, it looks much like other encaustic art… doesn’t say Cucci-Smith. Feels like I stole it from another site. Maybe it looks too good to me… Ha! Maybe that’s it, it looks like someone else’s art that I would say, “Hey that’s awesome?”. Hmmm… what an unusual and awkward thought. I usually know when my art is good and when it isn’t. It has nothing to do with opinion, it has to do with art facts.
I had a series of work from the late 1990’s to early 2000’s that was so, so, good.
It’s hard to work at that pace when life is constantly changing. Then I did a series of work in 2010 that was mediocre at best, that work sold out. That’s the series of work I am least proud of, and well, 20 pieces are hanging in South Jersey homes. Ha! Do I laugh at myself for showing the work? Or better yet do I embrace the series, knowing it has led me to a better grouping of work? Yes, the latter of course. However, I often cringe in embarrassment when I see that series. So anyway I have yet to decide what I feel about this piece – I know it does feel, impersonal.
Perhaps it is still UNFINISHED – as usual…. ah the plight of being an artist. My mind is never quiet, that must explain my need to be alone so much. But, that is another blog- The Artist’s Mind (coming soon).
I sit staring at this piece…
Idea started – now the waiting.
The all important pause that will decide the evolution of a painting.
The record still spins but the needle hovers above…
I almost don’t want to post the pic…
Layers in art are secretive.
But, the understanding and sharing of it has to happen.
I can’t let the lighthouse win.
I teach art classes to kids during the summer from my studio. Last week I had this really talented boy Lex, take one of my camps for the first time. He just summers down here and when he and his mom came in she asked him to tell me about his “Mom Mom”. He went on to tell me she is a professor at The University of The Arts. I told him that was so cool, as it was where I received my Masters Degree in Art Ed. His mom said they knew that as they read my bio, and told me her name is Barbara Suplee.
There are maybe 3 teachers in my college past that I remember (meaning made an impact on me, I have a select memory); Michael Kendall, color theory teacher at Montclair (deceased), Susan Rodriguez, U of A and Barbara Suplee, U of A . So this was a “cool” moment, It really made my day. Continue reading This really super cool thing happened to me…
I have a friend who is also an artist, a very good and rather well known artist. I have been to their studio and home many times. However, they have never seen my studio.
My studio, also known as “The Barn” started as a run down wood carving studio of famed Harry Shourds. I have nursed it back from a dusty, dirty, run down, 275 year old barn, and turned it into a rather well known community place for classes, parties, etc. It also is my studio. I am grateful as this is a special place, a gem, and a dream for any artist who has only a bedroom to work out of. I know what that’s like… we all do. Continue reading Artists and “Other” Artists
Perhaps it’s still there- Maybe I can do it again… Tap into that space where the little spot of blue lives. You always understood the complexity of painting like that. And because of that, you’ll always be a part of me.
And so I’ve titled this little piece… a rare event.
I decided to sign an encaustic commission I have been working on. Thinking, that means it’s complete. I texted my client a few days ago, letting them know it would be finished this week. Doing that always lights the finish fire.
If you’re not familiar with Encaustic, it is a wax medium with oil paint inside. It comes in blocks of various colors and must be melted on a hot plate, iron, or heat gun to paint with. Continue reading Encaustics