Monthly Archives: August 2007

Sisters of the Soul Journals… Sisters of the Heart

Sisters of the Heart

Some time at the beginning of 2006 I signed up for a “Sisters of the Soul” themed collaborative. For many, many months some of the journals were held up at one place or another, and I finally received Bev Martini’s journal-in-a-box, consisting of a lovely hand-made box containing cut pieces of gesso’ed canvas. This is the last book before mine arrives home, so I will be looking forward to seeing how mine ended up.

A year (or more, in this case) is a long time. As they say… the only constant is change, and so, I’ve decided to revisit some of my most personal issues. I’ve started sketching things out and this is far from finished, but I figured it would be fun to share the progression with you.

This piece is the beginning of my hommage to my sister, Irene. We’ve grown apart over the years, so much so that I feel she is a stranger to me now. But when I was little she was the greatest thing since sliced bread… my protector, my babysitter, my playmate, my most beautiful big sister. I was in awe of her. She was so quiet… my little eyes mistook her silence for calm, when really it was a profound sadness that ran so deep that I can feel it still as I think back. I only wish that she knew how much the love in my little heart longed to heal her sorrow.


For love of the arts…

Mixed Media piece by Barron Storey – mine, all mine

The little family and I had quite an amazing day yesterday. We kicked it off with a visit to the Bert Green Fine Art Gallery to see an exhibit of Barron Storey’s work.

It was quiet during our visit so we had a great time chatting with Barron about his artwork (and mine–I received a mini art lesson on composition, with a reinforcement as part of his signature in the book I had him sign) and Steve and Barron discussed motocross racing (Barron raced ‘back in the day’ and was even state champ for about a year and a half!).

I am now also a proud owner of one of Barron’s artworks, which he is discussing with me, above. It was wonderful to be able to get up close and personal to his work, and see all of the built up layers, which doesn’t translate when you look at a reproduction in a book. He is currently working on the reprinting of the Marat/Sade journal with Carl Wyckaert, which will once again become available to all of us who missed out on the first printing.

What impresses me the most about Barron’s work is how he is able to translate his very personal experiences into works of art, transfiguring them by including elements from other sources, such as characters from plays he is working on, and elements from his immediate surroundings, all juxtaposed with iconic elements that are loaded with the emotional force that drives the piece.

I’ve shown his work to some of my (non-artist) friends (via the Life After Black book), whose perception of his artwork is so vastly different from my own. They find its rawness frightening and form their opinion of his character based solely on the darkness of his work (i.e., if his work is so dark then so must his soul). They don’t see that the dark in the work is a way to work out the anguish and lift the weight bearing down on the soul… much like David Lynch’s work. Some express this more superiorly than others, by far. I’ve still got a lot to learn about “letting ‘er rip.”

For a very late lunch we went to Le Clafoutis on Sunset. I have to mention that except for the first time that I’d eaten there, where I hadn’t cared for the dish I selected, the food has been consistently excellent and I’ve not been disappointed in my selections. Steve ordered chicken ravioli, which was tender and subtly flavored – delicious. Gabriel ordered the angel hair pasta from the list of kid’s items. The portion was huge but equally flavorful. For dessert they both ordered tiramisu, which was creamy perfection. Today I had the veal piccata, which was tender, flavorful and excellent. For dessert I ordered a raspberry “napoleon.” It is so rare to find an all cream (versus custard) pastry of this kind that I should have taken several to go as well. The raspberries in it were fresh and made it simply delightful! Our waiter was very sweet and attentive, and he told us that the dessert was on the house since we were so nice, which he declared to be a rarity. While we were pleased to be treated to dessert, I was also somewhat discomfited that our normal behaviour was considered to be something out of the ordinary. Southern California is definitely an interesting place in that regard.

Did you know?
That what is commonly called a napoleon in the United States is otherwise known as a milles feuilles (thousand sheets or leaves), in reference to the puff pastry from which it is made?

Well, in exchange for “the boys'” good behaviour in the gallery, I had to submit to the rest of the day visiting Universal Studios, and spent most of that time wiping stuff (read: water) off of my face. We had time for only two attractions, since the wait in line for each was so lengthy that there wasn’t time to see more. We went on the studio tour, which was quite entertaining, though I got splashed and sprayed with what I am hoping was water throughout the tour. I always enjoy getting a look at the sets. Will Smith was filming up one of the “streets” but while the tour guide mentioned that he at times comes down to the trams and greets the visitors, he did not do so this time. Our next attraction was Shrek in 4D. Again, the “4D” had to do with more interactive water being squirted in my face, and after the third or so time I’d wiped off my face (thankful for the 3D glasses shielding my own prescription glasses) I was about ready to stick some gum over the top of the chair in front of me to block the little holes from which the water issued forth.

We capped off the evening with a very late dinner (or was it an early breakfast?)… at IHOP on Ventura Blvd.

Fred is red… well, maybe not Fred, but I am!

Going red, baby

Fun with temporary hair dye… I likes it! It would have been more red had I not had a little mishap and squirted my head with the shower before I was ready to rinse… I just might have to re-do it again next weekend. Now, if I could get away with it, I’d’ve picked PINK… but red will have to do…

The blues…

“Once in a Blue Moon”
Watercolor, gouache

I worked on my blue postcards this weekend and finished them up. These are all similar (though not exactly the same, since they’re all originals). They took considerably less time than I usually spend on these projects. I don’t know why I feel compelled to create little mini masterpieces each month… well, I do know… I’m neurotic, is all, when it comes to my artwork. I’m trying to finish up old stuff… mail out things that have been sitting here for eons, and have yet to be taken care of. It almost seems like I can’t move ON and take the next steps before I close out some of the old things that have been hanging around and being ignored.

I have to share this from Anahata Katkin’s blog (we share the same astrological sign), since it almost exactly sums up how I”ve been feeling lately:

For the astrology buffs out there, my official Saturn Return is in about a week. For the rest of you -and for me- that means I feel like a complete dork and I’m having a real time of it. I have the dreaded feeling that suddenly I’m going to get swallowed up by the grumpy old man that is hanging around in my head. I can be intense, yes. My friends and family would all easily enjoy a good jab at my stubbornness and shall we say over enthusiasm. But grumpy has not been one of my Brownie stripes until lately. It’s all comical since there is no apparent reason for discomfort in my life. Sailing along and some how missing ME. You know. The real me. (Do you have a real you that seems like a kid you accidently forgot at the pool and then suddenly remembered when you got to the grocery store!?) I have that sinking feeling that I better find the missing pieces before I begin this next chapter in my life. As I was saying the other day-everything in life feels up for renegotiation. (I know classic Saturn Return BS.) Here is what old Brezny says this week to help me with my vague attitude:
“It’s the Season of Burning, Churning Yearning. Here are three of the most important things I’ve ever told you about how to get what you need. (1) If you don’t precisely articulate your conscious desires, your unconscious patterns will come true instead. (2) If you want your conscious desires to trump your unconscious patterns, speak or write your conscious desires every day. (3) It’s better to have three huge, soaring, potent desires than 25 puny, scrabbling, half-assed desires.”

Woo-hoo! Time to figure out my three huge, soaring, potent desires rather than 25 puny, scrabbing, half-assed ones! [Hmmm… wonder if dinner with Keanu would count as a former or a latter desire… hmmm…]

And finally… I’ve been a grumpy butt lately (though not always unjustifiably)… just having one of those LAST STRAW moments… SO if I’ve offended you in some way, or hurt your feelings, I ask for your forgiveness and request your indulgence… and if it was something you said… I’ll forgive you and seeing that my memory is like a colander, there is a pretty good chance that I’ll forget about it too.