The search for Roy G Biv is off the wheel and on to some delicious colors. This month it’s GOLD and gold conjures metaphors of richness and treasure.
Treasure is relative to who is searching.
The search for Roy G Biv is off the wheel and on to some delicious colors. This month it’s GOLD and gold conjures metaphors of richness and treasure.
Treasure is relative to who is searching.
Another month of searching for Roy G Biv is upon us with our hosts, Jennifer Coyne Qudeen and Julie B. Booth. And Spring is upon us when we start to see GREEN. It’s also my favorite color in all it’s “ishes.” I especially like that acidy tone that veers toward yellow on color wheel. But I present here a wide area of greenish things from around town and around the house.
Wall green
Wheel green
Pug green
Vintage green
Journal Green
Eco green
Collection green
Kitchy green
“The eye experiences a distinctly grateful impression from this colour. If the two elementary colours are mixed in perfect equality so that neither predominates, the eye and the mind repose on the result of this junction as upon a simple colour. The beholder has neither the wish nor the power to imagine a state beyond it. ” Goethe
The Roy B Giv search continues with our hosts, Jennifer Coyne Qudeen and Julie B. Booth. This month, BLUE is at the top of the color heap. This month I present useful applications for this color, favored for it’s calming nature. (All work by poster)
Dye with it.
Weave with it.
Stitch with it. Photograph it.
Paint with it. And paint some more. What to do with blue? Dye, paint, warp and weft, pixels and paint. Blue all over the place?
To quote a wise one: “The strongest rope is comprised of many strands.”
What to do with blue…
“Who knows, maybe the root is the flower from that other life.” Mary Oliver
Being an artist is sometimes like having an endless smorgasbord of inspiration and ideas. I try to tend to it. I never take it for granted. I like to share regularly. Most days I can’t help noticing the density of life around me, the lushness of sight and sound, making note, taking shots with the camera, cataloging and processing in darkness and silence.New work can emerge from playful splashing in muddy puddles – in the garden, in the palette or the dye pot.
Like the germinating Japanese indigo seeds in my kitchen window that warm and incubate, imagination simmers, distills, materializes.
Even my seedlings enjoy a view of the mountains.
Some pods birth today. Others will relish the soil a bit longer before promise turns green with fuchsia stems.
How will I tend to the seeds of imagination today?
Piles of raw eco-printed paper-mordanting
Raw Material
Turned into something
Done or not-so-done.
Making sun tea. Or rose dye from the wabi-sabi petals.
Marks on paper, paint, pencil, stencil?
Over leaf impressions
Straight to paper
Plotting for the “Roy-B-Giv Game.” with Jennifer and Julie. A hint…
Tutu’s on the brain.
Digging with bare hands into the microbes of well-balanced soil.
Reading: The Alphabet of Trees Rearranging the furniture to make more room for the creative mess.
Finishing some stitching from “yesterday’s” bits and starts.
And stitching and stitching.
Let the floss bin spill thread formations in perfect bends and turns.
Fabric wisps blowing into position.
Looking at friends projects on the internet – stirring my duende.
Going to work at the little quilt shop up the road.
Pleased and pressed to celebrate lots of babies with sewn confections of another sort. Binding, binding, binding, Thimbles aren’t enough to save my fingers this week.
Some things never change: Birds, feathers, houses rear in abundance.
Minor mechanical malfunctions: resolved.
Making a list.
Trying to find meaning.
“Who knows, maybe the root is the flower from that other life.” Mary Oliver
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photography, writing and the spaces between
Sharing writing tips, information, and advice.
photography, writing and the spaces between