We are having a different kind of Mondays. The bike ride to school is composed of mostly dirt road and the mountains are out every day. Our new home has been a hard place to love at times, with blast furnace heat by the fourth of July and wildfires on the ridges nearby for most of August. Then suddenly the calendar ticked over to September and the air cleared, nights cooled, school started, and this new life has begun. The first piece to come off of my work table is going into the Northwest Outward Bound auction, at their raucous Black Tie and Tennis Shoes fundraiser next month. It is a hope for early snow to cool all those lingering burns around here and throughout all too much of the west.
What exactly “work” looks like now is an ever evolving line of conversations. My next book, B is For Bear A Natural Alphabet will be on the shelves in a month and my retail items will show up in Confluence Gallerys gift shop here in Twisp in time for Christmas. The snowy winter rolls out on the far horizon with plans for an exhibit of work inspired by my springtime Inside Passage trips, and work on a flannel covered, wooly hatted mountain storybook.
Looking back at last seasons sketchbook, I found this ramble done in the Deserter Islands of Queen Charlotte Sound but very much the essence of our move to different Mondays.
“..a deserter from the world of the big mortgage and the small vacation, too busy and not enough time. Running downwind from that life to a new one that looks up at the sky and notices changes in the air and the beauty in feeling, being, doing, living high.”
“xoxo” papercut 20″x16, 2015
I am lucky.
As life spins round faster and faster these days, I have someone by my side. One coffee cup over, at the other end of an 8mm line, tangled up with in between the puppy paws and stinky kid feet.
Poised between new years resolutions and Valentines wishes, I send out hope that we can all appreciate those we have while we have them.
I think this year for christmas I am getting inspiration.
*I asked for a flat file, dreamed of a cashmere hoody, and truly need new tires for my bike (the go everywhere, carry everything,one less minivan, crucial-for-life item).
All this month, like my own advent calendar (and better than cheap chocolates that you open a new door to every day) things have been coming my way. Inspiring people and places, in all types of media are streaming in. At the same time the light is shining on my own web of connections within the work that is already started……A strong breath blowing under the fledgling fire and giving it oxygen to burn bright.
At the top of my inspiring list is a Biology professor at the University of Washington, who is trying to revitalize the study of Natural History with the help of new technology and his own web of creative folks from all different disciplines. Check out The Natural Histories Project, and an upcoming article in “Science” journal by J.Tewksbury and collaborators that will have some of my art tucked into the background.
by commission 16"x11"
“Make your own fun” means you dont need endless tubs of plastic toys
or swing and slide parks
or scheduled, organized, excessively structured play times.
Fun is anywhere you are, with whatever you have,
costs nothing and requires nothing but an open heart.
It is a great co-op preschool in the depths of a funky church basement.
These shirts and totes I designed for a fundraising project at Broadview.
thanks to all of you who made it down to the boathouse gallery and gave my work such a warm reception. There was great food (extra thank you’s to Jess), a sprinkling of fun tot chaos, and a lot of great community. Many of the pieces have already gotten thier red dots, but some of my personal favourites are still up for grabs and the whole lot of them will be up till May for anyone who happens by to enjoy. I am excited to start fresh on new work, encouraged by a new space to work in and the buds sprouting out everywhere.
Ps. If anyone is looking to purchase work from the Carving Out The Edges show, please contact me directly (click on hannah above) for the moment as my etsy shop is not quite ready.
This friday the 21st I have an art opening for a show of my papercuts at the
Center For Wooden Boats in Seattle (south lake union). Click here for the showposter.
The exhibit will be up until May 14th, so if you cant make it to the opening because your highest heels are in the shop or you have an aversion to wine, and delicious bites put together by the lovely Jess Thomson, there is plenty of time to go down and have a look. Maybe even a sail while you’re at it.
Opening night I will be doing a tiny talk about my life around the water and my newfound love of cut paper art. Probably around 7:30 ish. Hope to see you there.
At the beach the other day Science was digging giant holes in the sand to see what the ocean would do.
My small son did his own smaller version of this a little ways away.
The building waves pulled at my heels as I watched the excavations.
They already knew the answer.
Backfill papercut oct/2010
As we walk along the beach we pick up things, to touch or hold, keep forever or absently let fall. All of them have changed us.