May 30, 2012 § 8 Comments
Been rifling through a huge box of sketchbooks looking for certain images that won’t leave my mind no matter how long it’s been. This is one of those.
I remember being on the Carey bus coming into New York City from Laguardia airport so excited to be visiting again. I had this sketchbook open on my lap and my Pilot “Precise V7” Rolling Ball pen ready to jot a thought or image. As a Lefty I write and sketch from the upper right corner of a page then down and across to the left in narrow columns so I won’t smudge, sure, and also to feel close to what I’m working on. Like being in my tree fort with a magnifying glass looking at the wings of a moth. Over and over in my life I have created small spaces to safely be in, to dream and design and create.
Sketchbooks are a perfect world in that way. Treasury of aliveness. So much energy on the page when you open one up or see one in the flesh through the glass of a museum display. The Soul leaps off the pages.
I saw a Picasso exhibit once at MOMA in LA. Tons of his sketchbooks. To me they made his paintings pale. One in particular – it was a very expensively large bound book with beautiful white paper (also looked expensive…at the time I believed it was more important to eat than purchase such a book for “just sketching”) – and on this one page of his sketchbook he had drawn – with a soft pencil – one vertical line. That’s all.
My attitude toward sketchbooks changed that minute and forever. I can still see his line. Reminds me to give myself permission – always – to draw any thing in any way that I please, in my sketchbooks. Got one?
May 25, 2012 § 4 Comments
Hi – I’m here, been crossing the water into Seattle to visit my new grandson and have been privy to construction progress of the Ferris Wheel. It’s a full circle now, soon to be complete with “gondolas.” (Click on the orange link to read all about it in The Stranger “Slog” – and click on my photo for the large version.) This shot was taken over a week ago. Looks like a really good ride, though at heart I’m a roller coaster gal. Ferris wheels are a little scary to me.
You’re often stopped swinging in that little bucket with only air around you, not even the sense of other people on the wheel except for those beside you. Gives you pause to think. To doubt. Coasters slam you back and take you charging ahead, around, even loop-de-loop whether you want to or not. I like that. No questions no time no doubt.
This wheel looks as if a quarter of the ride you’d actually be circling out over the water. There has been controversy over this new play thing bringing curves to Seattle’s skyline. Not living in one of those condos across the way and up the hill with the wheel in view 24/7 – the height of it in line with the top deck of a massive cruise ship – I can’t really say much. Still, I like the sight of it and will muster the courage to give it a whirl one day soon.
Pause now and then is a good thing.
May 20, 2012 § Leave a comment
Such a lovely surprise! I have Claire Shotter to thank – a lovely blogger of colorful whimsical art and its process in all good humor and honesty – an inspiration.
May 8, 2012 § Leave a comment
Found a surprise in the trees at Battle Point Park. I was pretty far away when I took these shots, too shy to go up and ask them if they minded some close-ups. What I really wanted to do was give it a try myself. Go out on a limb. Walk the line. Be on the edge. A bird on a wire.
May 3, 2012 § 4 Comments
So Tam said we’d leave right at 1:00 which was odd – I’m usually the one in charge of schedules. We drove to The Pub a great eatery here on Bainbridge Island. “I sure wish you drank,” she said. Something decadent about having a beer in the middle of the day. Already spinning from turning 60 I just smiled. Truth be told, I feel like I’m 12 most of the time, younger even, as far as what I know about the world, how things work, how one does life – admittedly confused unless I’m creating something.
We head into The Pub to lots of people waiting but Tam walks right by them as if she’s the hostess. “The sign wasn’t out,” I tell her. “It’s not seat-yourself.” I’m also in charge of security. She turns and grins and then I see Aaron & Kelsi !!SURPRISE!! I’ve been laughy weepy over them ever since. A birthday I’ll always remember. This is life. This is how you do it. With people. In Love.