by Susan Lobb Porter | Art |
Just a quickie tonight. Long day in Studio Grande. Need to put my feet up, have a cuppa tea and Go. To. Bed.
So I can do the same thing tomorrow.
Here are two I completed today. Cold wax and oil. Snapshots, not great photos but you get the idea.
This one is 2’x2′. It’s my absolute favorite. OF ALL TIME. Did you get that–of ALL time. Or until something better comes along. But right now…sigh, it feels complete.
I think this one is 18″x24″. Maybe. Brain is totally disengaged right now…
by Susan Lobb Porter | Art, Process, Sisters |
She be here! Marjorie Ellen, chief tormentor of my youth, flew in from Norway yesterday. Today I drove down the hill and picked her up at the train station. The first thing we did, after the hugs and kisses, was hop back in the car and head to In-N-Out for a couple of burgers. I will NOT tell you how many burgers my skinny sister can pack away at one sitting. But I can tell you I am jealous–absolutely lime-green-with-envy-kind-of-JEALOUS of her metabolism.
After dinner we headed home. Home. The last time she was here was April, when Mama died. But the cottage isn’t Mama’s house anymore, it’s my studio again. A place where art happens. Smells like oil paint and beeswax. It’s messy with art supplies and cat hair and things of Mama’s that don’t know where else to be.
She started unpacking her stuff. It was like Christmas…bubble wrap, newsprint and ART! Gorgeous, glorious sister paintings. Etchings. Oh. My….. Photos tomorrow.
Meanwhile here’s a few photos of my own. Things I worked on today. This is new to me, COLD wax mixed with oil paint. I’m not experienced enough with hot wax yet to get where I wanted to go with the large panels, not with a show hanging on Monday. Actually I’ve got my fingers crossed that these will be dry by then.
Everyone, send some good dry mojo this way, okay? Thanks.
So this is what I did today.
Not this. (arrow pointing up) I did this last week, It’s the underpainting for (arrow pointing down).
This is after playtime with cold wax. It’s not the final photo, I straightened out the horizon but forgot to take the picture.
I’m REALLY liking the cold wax. Probably because it’s more in line with the way I paint. So it’s less of a learning curve for me.
Here’s another one. First, the underpainting, It’s 1’x3′ on plastered cradled board. Lots of fun with the texture here.
Starting the process. Just got to jump in and be bold.
And this is how it looks now.
Now it’s time to visit with Ms. Margie. YAY!
by Susan Lobb Porter | Art, Life |
Last night I got an email notification from twitter. New follower. New follower??? NEW FOLLOWER!!! Backflip time. Handsprings even. Because I’m new to twitter. Don’t have a lot of followers. Umm…let’s put it this way, between my fingers and toes I can count them all. And I may not need both feet. So a new follower is a BIG DEAL. Like the new phone book. Or the UPS truck with a box of pigment sticks.
A BIG deal. And hey, if you want to follow me I’m slporterpaints.
So I checked out this new follower. Went to her blog. Her name is Tracy. She’s a mixed media kindred spirit artist from Australia. AUSTRALIA? Yes, that place. The one where things are backwards and it’s spring right now. Imagine that…spring. Lucky lucky them. And that’s not to say Aussies are backwards–although I’m sure some of them are (as everywhere else). I’m just saying their seasons are confusing to me. Especially when I’m huddling in front of the wood stove and she’s taking pictures of all the new plants in her garden.
But back to Tracy. I like what she had to say.And all the links that I don’t have time to follow right now. I did follow one though, to her Facebook group, Magically Mixed Art Community. Which I promptly joined. Check it out. There’s over 1,500 members. I scrolled through a bunch of posts, commented on a couple and then jumped in and introduced myself.
I felt that at home.
And people welcomed me like I was a long lost friend. Imagine that–total strangers from all over the planet welcoming me into their midst. Fellow artists. Turns out I recognized a few names from the hot wax class.
Just as I recognized some names in the hot wax class from the plaster class last summer.
I was thinking about this today. Thinking that as my contacts are expanding, the world is shrinking. What does it matter if someone is halfway across the planet when we can communicate in real time on-line.
It’s a small, small world.
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by Susan Lobb Porter | Art |
Got boats on the brain today. Remember this? The ‘dead zone’ work-in-progress. (Two days ago)
Turned into this? (Yesterday–and yes, I am most definitely getting the miles out of these photos. Shamelessly so.)
And then today…ta ta…went on a creative rampage. Before I could stop myself I grabbed some sharp and pointed instruments and did this:
Oh! Oh! WHAT HAPPENED!!! What were you THINKING Susan?
THIS is what happened. And THIS is what I thought, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh….”
Here’s another one. This is a little guy, 6″X6″. For my wax savy friends there’s accretion going on in here. And intaglio. And oil bars.
And now my back is screaming at me for standing on a slab floor while quasi hunkering over a workbench for the better part of the day. I’m going to go stretch out. And then I’m going to have a cuppa tea. And some brownies.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Art |
It’s 10 PM and I want potato chips. None in the house, not a one. And that’s a good thing. Or so I keep telling myself….
Now, back to the blog. Do you remember this from yesterday?
Today it became this. (Crappy photo alert)
Oh, that’s a closeup. I just want to show the surface treatment. Today I discovered–with ALL the happiness in my heart–how wonderful yummy luscious my new R&F Pigment Sticks work on wax. You have to wipe them down pretty thin. Can’t have big globs o’paint sitting on the wax. And then you have to fuse WITH A TORCH. Don’t even try using a heat gun, no no no, please! You have to have the gentlest of flames, low and soft, and just lightly kiss the wax. Move on as soon as it takes on a shine. Quick, quick or everything will run and distort. Do a couple of light fusings until the oil has become one with the wax. You know that’s happened when you can rub your fingers across and nothing comes off on them.
Then use some clear medium and do another layer of color. Repeat as much as you want.
And wear a respirator because who knows what’s in those paints. I wear one all the time when working in wax. Makes me look like a grasshopper. But. I. Don’t. Care. Because I LIKE to breathe. And I’d like to keep on breathing.
So just before packing up for the night I was playing around with a 6X6 board. I’d been experimenting with the flat iron (don’t like it) and then decided to use some pastel pencil scribbles as a transfer. Well, then that led to paint. And more scribbles. I just wanted to see if inspiration might strike.
Low and behold, it did. YAY!!!
In the form of a boat. Just the start but I’m liking it.
Liking the idea of a red boat sooooo much I started another.
And then, just before I turned off the light and shut the door because really, it was getting late…
I turned this one on it’s side. Hmmm…maybe not a window. Maybe a shelf. With a boat. Maybe….
by Susan Lobb Porter | Art |
Got a late start in Studio Grande today. Things to do, none of which (in hindsight) were really necessary.
I believe it’s called procrastination.
I understand why. Been rolling with the oils lately, like second nature. But today it was wax. That was the plan and I was sticking with it. And I did. I started small, a couple of 6″X6″ and one 12″X12″.
But I didn’t follow the plan exactly. In fact, except for the wax part, I didn’t follow it at all.
Instead of using the oils as a base, I began with a blank board. Blank except for some smudges. But smudges were OK because my new found plan was graphite drawing. Except there wasn’t a pencil to be found…in an art studio. Go figure.
Well I probably could’ve found one if I actually looked. But the charcoal was RIGHT THERE. On the counter. It was a sign, I’m telling you, a sign.
I started out with a couple coats of clear wax medium. Then I took some soft charcoal and scribbled a goodly mess. Then a quick fuse. Then I scraped some lines, bringing out the white, covered the whole thing with a couple more coats of medium and did it all again. And again and again and again. A couple layers up I began adding color via pastels and grownup artist crayons. Eventually it developed into a landscape although that was not the plan when first begun. Remember–no plan.
Looks much better up close and personal. Much. You’ll have to trust me on this. This one is close to finished but not quite there.
I got a couple more little ones going but no photos. Maybe tomorrow. Then I started on a 12X12.
This is the base oil painting. Started with a couple layers of clear wax medium. Then I incised some scribbles, brought them out with a glaze of burnt umber oil paint. Added some pastel. Made a total mess. Fused it. Covered the whole she-bang with a couple more coats of medium. I was really getting into it but oh man, it was getting late. So I decided to stop.
Here. In the dead zone. Artists know what this is. For my non-artist peeps, the dead zone is similar to when your kids are adolescents and you begin to think there’s no hope. You stick with them and eventually they turn out just fine. For dog people–just remember what it’s like when the puppy is five months old.
I think that explains it rather well.
Tomorrow I’ll show the finished piece. I’m looking forward to getting back to it.
