What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
-Willa Cather
Archive for the 'art' Category
October Painting
Detail of a recent commission.
I haven’t painted any abstracts in a while and this was a fun one to start. I’d also like to get back to some figurative work.
Transitions and Turnings
Hello, everyone. Ramie Nunally and I have an exhibit up for the month of July at Poet’s on the Square. Please drop in and check it out. Ramie does beautiful vivid illustration style paintings and this is her debut show!
Ramie Nunally
The paintings I’m exhibiting are sketchy smeary smear mixed media collage/paintings in acrylic, which is a medium I had not used for about five years until recently. (How’s smeary smear for art speak?) Working quickly was a liberating change and has got me excited about doing some new stuff. I will be returning to my high art fancy pants oils soon, but for the moment I am enjoying the immediacy of acrylics and having time to experiment. I’ll have a few new pieces up in my store by next month.
Stacie R. Johnson
Prowler Performance
Just a couple of announcements.
1. This weekend is the Art Prowl and I’m going to be set up in Merilee’s studio at 119 West Broad and would love some company. She is going to build pots all day and I’m going to stand around and smile. The Prowl will be going Saturday from 10-5 and I’ll also be there Sunday from 12-4ish, and it’s going to rock!
2. Tomorrow night is the first performance of Red Rode Yer Mama, a conceptual group with punk activist undertones consisting of Liz K., Mary P., and myself.
UPDATE: RRYM performance cancelled. Sorry.
October 6
Sat in the front window of my favorite coffee shop today watching the rain and trying to come up with a concrete idea that will absorb all of these butterfly rumblings in my head. I’m starting on two paintings today. One not too big and one not too small. I was looking over my sketchbooks for a jumping point and came across an entry from spring of last year that I wrote on a day much like today while sitting in this same spot. I did a sketch of Broad and people were rushing around to avoid the weather. One person I remember clearly was a mammoth of a man under a child sized Mickey Mouse umbrella running across the street to wait under an awning. It’s strange.
