Can we ever get away from ourselves? I have wondered about this over the years; are our true natures inevitable and unescapable? It has occurred to me that human beings have an inviolable core. I think all of our efforts are meant to help bring us back to this immutable center. We just naturally strive for equilibrium and search for familiarity.  I think it is this core that shows up as the "nature" part of ourselves. And it is the flexibility in either direction due to influence, environment, and upbringing that represents the "nurture" part of the equation. These ideas are at the root of my thinking and are present in my work this year as I begin again.  

For my current work, I have been drawn back to the grid and the idea of quilting. Quilting was where I started with art making. There is a lot of order in quilt making. Blocks get lined up and points are sharp. It's very orderly and it is something that I find comforting. As a challenge to myself, I decided to combine the concept of quilt making with collage work and printmaking. Normally I paint my own collage papers but I wanted to try printing them instead on a gelli plate. Turns out this printing method can be very random. It's hard for me to control the outcome of these prints. I often feel that the best prints are complete surprises.  This diversity in the printing results made me think about the differences (and similarities) among people and brought me back to my original question: can we ever escape ourselves?.

I don't know the answer but it's what I am going to think about this year as I make my work. I want to represent my thoughts and feelings about nature and nurture and the reciprocal and interconnected relationship between the two. I also want to play with the multiple meanings of those two words. To do this, I will use colors, textures, and lines that might evoke natural elements. At the same time, the grid like format will be familiar in its orderly layout. A push and pull between nature, order and randomness. I  hope the viewer will notice squares, rectangles and triangles evoking quilt like patterns while also noticing soothing colors, images, and patterns that evoke ideas of the natural world. For the first time, I am using my sewing machine to stitch the different pieces of paper together. I feel this is a kind of way to represent the fusion of these two themes in a tangible way. As with all of my work,  I hope that the elements I use will suggest a kind of narrative to the viewer, something I haven't thought about but that will be personal for them.

42124: I am continuing to work on this subject and have moved the original post here to make room for more artwork on the 2024 page.
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Do No Harm
16" x 16" collage on board

It's been a few minutes, as they say, since I have written a post talking about my work. I stopped writing because it seemed futile since really no one seemed to be reading and commenting. Isn't that one of the purposes of blogging? People read your thoughts and then write in to tell you something about those thoughts, good or bad. Even without that back and forth, I know that the writing is part of the art making for me, somehow, and I should really keep that up in order to help stay connected to the work. Even if no one reads that writing I am still reading it myself.

Inspiration:
For this latest piece, I drew on my recent experience with reading two separate works. The first work is by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. It's called The Yellow Wallpaper and it chronicles the rather quick descent into madness of a young and well-to-do wife and new mother, possibly called Jane. The second work is a play by Henrik Ibsen called A Doll's House. The play tells the story of Nora and her husband and Nora's rather rude awakening to the reality of her marriage and relationship. I read the works back to back and they became entwined in my mind. Both characters are women living in a time when women's rights weren't terribly robust. Choices weren't abundant and men tended to be in control. When both women could really use some help, their husbands make bad decisions which end up having negative consequences for the women. Of the two, the character of Nora in the Ibsen play does better. She at least is able to leave the marriage but even so, at what cost? The other, Jane, cannot physically leave. Because she is confined by her husband to bedrest and cannot thrive, she has a nervous breakdown. She mentally checks out, in a sense.

My Analysis:
Not exactly cheerful subject matter I know but still. It made me think. I also remembered (and this brought it all together for me) a Wallace Stevens poem called The Emperor of Ice Cream. One of the final sentences of the poem is "Let the lamp affix its beam..." I just love this. Using a modern term, that is a call to bring it on! Do your worst! Shine a light on everything, the line seems to say, and I will still surpass the trouble and embarrassment of whatever you choose to uncover. The truth cannot hurt me. There is just a finality about things I guess. That may not be how Stevens exactly meant it but it's how I imagined it. And, circling back to the two works I read,  I think those ideas apply to both women. Both women escape their situation in a fashion but at what cost? Ultimately, they can't escape their fate.

Symbolism:
​I know that it's impossible to take all of what I read and what I thought about the two works and the poem and reflect that back in my collage. I can't possibly represent those ideas (I don't have the skills for that). But, I chose images that I thought would be supportive (which is different than strict representation). The woman in the dress to the right is the main character, sort of rolling her eyes heavenward in a "now what?" kind of way. I feel that she looks polite and is possibly the master of forbearance. The Ouija board image reflects back to The Yellow Wall Paper story. Jane's husband doesn't believe in the supernatural (Jane does). It's one more way that he dismisses her. (Nora is dismissed by her husband in numerous ways as well, through his use of a pet name for her as well as telling her how simple and child like she is.) Jane also locks herself in her room and tosses the key into the garden (hence the key imagery). Moreover, both women eventually arrive at the "key" or solution to their particular dilemmas. Both women are in a "cage" of sorts so I included that imagery as well. There is the image of the three blindfolded men (self explanatory I think. Just because a man tells you what to do doesn't mean that is the correct thing. Even men can't know everything.)  I chose the butterflies because I see them as a symbol of transformation and freedom. I also took some effort to select a good printed background. The flowered designs are from a William Morris book of papers. I thought that would be appropriate for the time period of both works. Plus, Morris's patterns are so detailed and intense- a person could get bogged down or lost, mentally, by them. The colors are a kind of yellowish gold. And lastly, there is the structure of the piece itself. I meant the whole image to look like Lucy at her help booth in a Charlie Brown episode. The top and sides of the piece (dark flowered paper) are the top and sides of the booth while the bottom of the booth is the lighter colored gold paper. Lucy always charges 5 cents a session for psychiatric help so I used the number 5 and the cents symbol in the background paper.

What Else?: 
I originally intended that this piece be a commentary of my views on the availability of mental health help and medical help in general (hence the title of the piece). I know from news stories that the need for healthcare has skyrocketed. Doctors, nurses and other medical professionals are in dire need here in the US. It's much worse in other countries. I also know that many people simply don't have health care or what they have is inadequate. My own experience in the medical system has been very mixed. For a few life threatening things, I got the care I needed to save my life. For the other more mundane and chronic problems, help has been very poor. I should say that getting my problems resolved (which they haven't been) and being churned up by the system in the process has taken a real toll on my mental health. One result is that my view of medical care has changed completely particularly as it relates to the management of chronic medical conditions. Not only is our system set up poorly to handle chronic ailments but the cures are often worse than the ailment itself. I can't tell you the number of times the side effects were more objectionable than the original problem. It's clear to me now why the supplement business is so lucrative. 

In any case, these were my initial thoughts as I started the piece. Things morphed, obviously, as I read a few books and a poem. I think that is how my art works though. It's very in-the-moment and reflects what I am currently thinking but it also takes in my past experiences and ideas. . It isn't a straight forward linear thing. It's very circular and almost like an Apollonian circle, with many ideas intersecting around a central point. 

I am very pleased with the results of this piece. I know however that not everyone will see things my way. Interpretations will be varied and maybe not what I had intended. That's just fine with me. I have medication and meditation for that!

Thanks to anyone who has read the post. Send me an email if you like.
Libby
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The above images should be clickable for a better look.
They are about 10" x 10", photos, text, and transparent deli wrap!

For a long time now, on and off, I have wanted to use my own photos in my artwork. I just couldn't see how to do it. I have tried using them for reference material when developing shapes for my abstract collages and of course I used them very literally when I was painting landscapes. These ways were pretty unsatisfactory, however. So, I put the idea aside.

I suppose that the right moment and idea must present themselves and that one has to wait patiently for that to happen. I have seen work over the years that seems to use actual photos with other ephemera rather successfully. Taking those ideas as the basis for your own interpretations could be a gateway in to doing something different. So, that is what I did. I started with the Barbie piece shown in the lower right corner. That is my own photo of my own Barbie doll. Those photos shown on the borders are from my high school yearbook. I like the piece a lot though poor Barbie seems to not have an outfit, as improbable as that may seem. From this piece, sprang the others. 

My idea was to use images of people, of places, and of things. I wanted some blurred backgrounds and some crisp closeups to play with perspective. I wanted to layer some transparent printed papers (the deli wrap) to enhance colors and to present layering. I also wanted to bring together nature, (both people and other creatures), science and the numinous (spiritual).

For the piece in the lower left corner, I wrote my own love letter from the woman to the man that I imagined she was waiting for. The bottom middle piece is another love story founded on a poem in the public domain. The top middle piece is about the book called The Electricity of All Living Things, by Katherine May. And the piece in the far left upper corner, called Rachel, is about Rachel Carson, the late writer, naturalist and biologist. Except for the Barbie piece, all of the backgrounds shown are my own photos. The flower images (vertical borders) are mine as well. The people and animals are all images from my own books or from online (from the public domain). I used just three colors of copy paper and some brown "cardstock". I also used the white semi transparent deli paper (both undyed and tea stained) as well as a brown coffee filter that I printed the electrical equation on. I used colored pencils to enhance some of the black and white images. 

This is about as "mixed media" as I get. I am very pleased with myself for having tried something new. I am a real stick in the mud about things so this was a big leap. I like the ideas and effects. I would also add that I abandoned all remaining notions of using "neutral" colors. What a bunch of nonsense that is. I really want to emphasize this. All color, even white and black, has something to it: under color (red, yellow, or blue), contrast (dark or light), temperature, and chroma (how saturated the color is). And these are all relative things meaning that once you start to mix and match, things can change. Neutral indeed!

Lastly, I really want to recommend a book that I am reading. It's called Always, Rachel: The Letters of Rachel Carson and Dorothy Freeman edited by Martha Freeman. It's been a rather profound awakening for me. That two people could love each other so deeply AND be able to express that love fully in person and via letters is a real miracle. It's extra incredible because they are women (one of whom was married). And it's the 50's. And did I mention those letters? Wow. At times, it feels very voyeuristic, as if you are reading something incredibly private though the letters are simply intimate in a non sexual way. And at first it was difficult for me, a heterosexual woman, to understand. Were these ladies lesbians? What category did they fall into? I thought of myself too as very accepting of many types of relationships so what was my question exactly?  It didn't take long to adjust my thinking, however. There is no category except that which describes two human beings that love each other deeply and express that love over and over again. The details don't matter, just the love. I am new to reading epistolary writing so it's an adjustment to read someone else's thoughts. As I said, it feels like an intrusion. But so far, the reading has been a wonderful lesson for me. It's never too late to expand your thinking. And how dare anyone rush to judgement concerning another human being. How ungenerous and unkind we can be. Now, go read that book and be transformed!

Alright, as always, email if you have thoughts. 
Libby
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The above piece was started in February and was inspired by that car image. It reminded me of a clown car only with flapper girls. As often happens, I had several thoughts about the car and the girls, seemingly unrelated but actually tied together. The image reminded me of that movie Thelma and Louise (which I actually never saw). I did read the synopsis though and I did remember that they drove themselves off of a cliff at the end of the movie. At the same time, somehow my mind made a leap to a desert scene and I remembered that Bugs Bunny cartoon with the dopey turkey vulture (the one who doesn't want to leave the nest). The vulture reminded me of death and I tied that together in my mind with the girls in the car in the movie, driving off of the cliff in the desert. I decided the girls in the car in the collage were on a road trip and along the way they encounter the vulture and eventually drive themselves off of a cliff. I know. Ridiculous but it's how my mind works. Being serious for a moment, I wonder really if anyone is ever beyond redemption. In the movie, one of the women shoots one of the male characters, sort of in self defense/retribution for attempted assault. Could the women have avoided that cliff and still received justice from the law? I guess that depends hence my question about redemption and by extrapolation, who gets treated favorably in the face of the law? Anyway, that's the story.

Artistically, creatively, for the piece I tried out some new ideas. First, the landscape format. Very uncomfortable at first but effective in trying to present a kind of "scene" or "story". Second, I worked on perspective. Specifically, the girls upfront coupled with the shot of the town was something I really wanted to try. I think that multiple perspectives in one piece are just fine, somehow. This isn't a traditional painting with a regular one point perspective and it's not a flat scene either. I enjoy the different scales of all of the different objects. And I really wanted to include a kind of "totem" which is what I did at the right. Hopefully, no one comes after me for cultural appropriation or cultural commodification. Lastly, the border I used is actually a collage of images that I made and then printed out. I used strips of that printed paper to create the borders.

I love the low tech nature of these collages. I am practically operating with tin cans and a string here, using hands on cut and paste methods and a very simple computer program and a printer. I use glue, a knife, and paste. It is so appealingly low key that I can barely suppress my delight each time things work. I do use my smart phone to take the photos and I do rely on my computer for processing them. But I always operate as if the power is out. Meaning, I always have a back up non electronic way  to make some sort of art. Anyone can be creative with papers, pencils and pens, scissors and glue. Just basic stuff here.

There is a second part to this post which discusses a separate body of work that I have going. I will be writing that one shortly.
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As always, thank you for reading. I encourage you to send an email with any questions or comments.
Libby
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Are You Friends on Facebook?
20" x 16" analog collage on matboard

The above piece started as a small paper sketch in my sketchbook. I have seen a lot of collages that use the idea of scale as a starting point. You know, the ones that show a really large baby and a tiny mountain or a huge cougar and some small people looking on. My sketch involved a tall woman leaping and a much smaller series of skyscrapers. It reminded me of that B movie, The Attack of The 50 ft Woman. I thought the movie reference would be a good start for an idea. 

I started to enlarge my sketch and I quickly ran into trouble. It happens often that something that looks good small just doesn't work on a larger scale. I had to rethink my idea. At the same time, the movie reference reminded me of something that I had read a while back. NY Times columnist David Brooks wrote a piece on mass shooters and what might be motivating their actions. He talked a lot about loneliness and isolation and a lack of good social/medical/mental health infrastructure. The emphasis was really on social isolation and how a person could be seemingly well connected, socially, and still be lonely. He cited the case of Yvette Vickers. She was an actress who played a part in the above mentioned movie, Attack of the 50ft Woman. She passed away in her home and her death went undiscovered for nearly a year. At the time of her passing, she had a crazy amount of followers on Facebook, some number in the thousands. Despite that, no one seemed to notice that she wasn't around posting and to try to actively find out why. 

My remembering David Brooks' column got me thinking about a question I have been asked repeatedly: am I friends with so-and-so (fill in the blank) on Facebook? The query has always irked me because invariably, the person in question, the one I might possibly know, is someone I have never met or spoken to and could not pick out of a police lineup. I always feel like the person I am talking with (presumably a friend who knows me) would know already that I don't know someone. It strikes me as a not-so-well-thought-out question. I would rather be asked if I know someone, period. I hate that FB is in the mix as a qualifier. That question, to me, sounds more straight forward and reasonable. You either know someone or you don't or you have heard of them but have never met them. I think semantics are pretty important. And I hate mindless assumptions. I feel like we have gotten sloppy in our communication somehow. This isn't to say that I don't have friends on FB that I have never met. I do. They are people that I have interacted with over the years exclusively online. (They are also relatives, and neighborhood friends, and friends of longstanding from high school onward. Maybe people that I don't see terribly often but friends nonetheless.) I feel though that if I went missing, someone online might notice (I hope). And I feel that if I traveled to another state and let one of my online friends know I would be in the area, that an invitation to get together would be easy to obtain. And I would feel safe in doing so. I really dislike FB and what I think they have done to the ways that we communicate. In any case, I digress.

​So, to wrap it up, I brought together several ideas for the collage: the idea of the movie, Yvette Vicker's death, and the inane phrase/question which became the title of the piece. I needed a spokesmodel, so to speak, and I didn't really have a good female image on hand. That's how Barbie became my model. She is actually my own personal Barbie bought quite a few years ago. And she is, after all, long legged, beautiful, and just a little wacko in concept. Seemed like she would fit the bill. The images of the people are from my own junior high school yearbook. I created all of the papers myself using images I already had. The orange circles are actually from my Ernst Haeckel book. The image is a phaeodaria, a type  of unicellular plankton made in part of silica (a kind of glass). If you zoom in it looks a little web like in design which for me represented the web of contacts on FB. I made a kind of circle connecting those plankton images. The only image that isn't mine is the one of the freeway. It's of Los Angeles in the 60's and I lifted it from E Bay. I chose the color blue because it's an FB color and I made the numbers paper to highlight the concept of the number of friends that people have on FB.

I am really pleased with the outcome. It nearly didn't get off the ground and almost fell apart a few times. It takes a lot of energy sometimes to just sit with an idea and roll it around in my mind to search for a solution. Many days pass... Eventually I can solve the puzzle. With any luck, I will like the results for a long time to come.

I know there may be people reading or who see the image and won't understand or will be perturbed or offended or will feel bad about the number of FB friends that they have and will think I am making fun of them or calling their judgment into question somehow. I am not. I am not maligning Barbie either or making any direct commentary about her intelligence, the intelligence of people who use FB or who ask questions or any other connections or interpretations. Draw your own conclusions here. View FB and your time on Earth however you want. And it isn't lost on me that I will post this piece on FB shortly. I get it. Use social media carefully, choose your words wisely, and make discerning distinctions. 

Thanks for reading.
Libby
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De Novo Natus Est
(Born Anew)
​16" x 20" collage on matboard (analog)

This piece is my last one for 2022 and I think it is rather fitting in a way. I have spent the entirety of 2022 dealing with structures and organs housed in my pelvis. That experience has influenced my work this year and this piece in particular. So, a few things.

It often happens that I get inspiration for a collage while I am doing something that is not art related.  I find that during this time, connections get made. As an example, I was getting ready for my day and once again thinking about the difficulty I was having with my body. The trouble all seemed to be centered in my pelvic region. Or is it my mind that is at issue? Or my central nervous system? I didn't know anymore. I thought about how the end of the year was coming up. I had just bought a DVD to help with relaxing and strengthening the pelvic floor. I had also made a few small collages with images of women arising out of some structure, like Botticelli's Venus. And then it seemed like all of a sudden this image with a pelvis just popped into my head. I laughed, thinking that, "Screw the Super Bowl, we ought to have the Pelvic Bowl". Women would applaud. "Finally", they would say, "some recognition".

I quickly wrote down everything that I had imagined and put the paper aside. My collage book was in process and I had some other things to do. Finally, when the collage book was finished, I began to work on this Venus/Pelvis idea. I liked the idea of a battle, (which is what the Super Bowl is billed as), only it's a battle between a person (in this case a woman), and the disfunction that can arise in the pelvic region. I also wanted to represent my time dealing with the traditional medical establishment which had been a battle of another sort. I saw the images of referees, (for me, they represent doctors or insurance companies), arguing over the woman and her need for medical care. To be clear, I am not centered on reproductive rights here though that is a possible interpretation. I am focused on my own issues. Really, this is what I like about doing collages. There are lots of ways to see the finished piece that all depend on the person's perspective.

I am really pleased with how the piece turned out. I made the collage of words printed on the green paper. I chose words and phrases that represented my own frustrations. If you look closely at the brown paper, the images are actually football players and a pelvis. From a distance, it looks like flourish-y scroll work. The design behind the woman is from Ernst Haeckel and his book, Art Forms of Nature. It's a bryozoa, a type of simple aquatic invertebrate. I very much like that we are descended (and share company with) from such simple creatures. All life forms are part of our heritage as human beings. The colors are important too. Green, for me, means life. Blue reminds me of water and clarity and calmness. And yellow is an energetic kind of hue. It's the color of our own sun, something that helps to generate life. Yellow, blue and green collectively also represent, for me, our hydrological cycle: rain, rivers, and the recycling of water through the atmosphere.  And of course, there is the woman. In my mind, she is rising from her problems, transcending the nonsense that is the current day medical grinder, and being born anew, free of trouble and turmoil, steeped in comfort and good health. A happy ending, no?

I think it's possible to really have some difficulty with art making and trying to convey a specific message or feeling. The artist wants the piece to be meaningful; to encapsulate all that they are feeling and want to say. And the artist wants the viewer to see this, to know that the work is important.  That's a tall order, for me anyway. All that I can hope to do in this lifetime I think, is make something solid; something reasonably well executed and good to look at. The rest of it, whether or not I hit the mark with the message, is all mine. I can look at the work endlessly and access my own feelings about things. But I hope that the viewer sees something too. I can't rely on that, however, as a source of satisfaction. I can only look inward to see if the work makes me happy or not, if it somehow helps me cope or feel better about life.

This piece that I made is serving its initial purpose. It is helping me to deal with the fucked-up-ness of our medical system: the appointments that are never in enough time; humiliating tests and exams; medicine that makes you ill with side effects; the non-answer, answer; and doctors who are well meaning but just don't have enough time to deal with everyone and everything put in front of them. The system is fucked, that's all I can say. It's better than in other countries to be sure, and it has helped me when I needed it most (cancer and a heart attack) but it is a maddening structure at best. I have  met some wonderful people over the years, nurses in particular. But they too are constrained and frustrated by the system. And the worst part has to be that you are sick. You don't feel well and are not up to dealing with being on hold, getting a non-answer, and feeling as if no one is listening and that the situation is hopeless. I don't know. I could go on but...

Lastly, the title for this piece might have been any number of things. I finally chose the Latin phrase De novo natus est which means "Born anew". My experience with feeling unwell for a protracted period of time (i.e. dealing with chronic illness) is that your prayers frequently center around asking for a second chance. "Please", you think, "just let me start over and I will do everything right this time, I swear". There is the very real sense that you have done something to bring the trouble upon yourself. If only you had eaten right, not taken that medicine or maybe even had different genes. Who knows? I know that for myself, a second chance would feel like being re born; born anew with the promise that this time around things will be different. Hope springs eternal, right? (As I said, an artist can ask a lot of their work.)

It's a long post, I know. It's been a long year. I hope for anyone that made it to the end that the post brought something to your own personal table, as it were. Feel free to let me know and thank you for reading.
Libby

PS: I am not being cagey by not mentioning my medical situation. I have IBS , anxiety, and am recovering from a host of GI/pelvic issues. Menopause hasn't exactly helped the situation. Otherwise, things are just fine. 

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Perspective
16" x 20" Collage on board
found images and personal photos

I feel like the above piece has many "origin threads", for lack of a better term. Detailing how the collage took shape may make things easier to understand so here goes.

On one of my walks during July, I started to notice all of these little holes in the ground. They were covered with spider webs and had a very distinct "funnel like" opening. As I was looking at one, I saw a small spider peer out at me through the opening. I looked this up and I think what I was seeing was a type of "funnel" web spider. As you might expect, the spider builds this web around a hole and the unsuspecting insect gets trapped. The spider pops out to secure his prey. I took several photos of these holes and knew that I wanted to use them. They are such a clear example of one creature preying upon another. 

One question I had about this funnel web setup was whether or not a non human creature could be hopeful. Was that spider in the hole hoping, in his own way, to catch something? How could that expectation be measured? Does our inability to really gauge that hopefulness prevent us from appreciating that spider, and by extension, other forms of life? Do we ultimately see other creatures as ours to possess and manipulate because we don't understand them or have empathy? These are deep but necessary questions.

The next thing that happened was Liz Cheney's loss in her bid for re election to the house of representatives. I am  not even a Republican but I felt this loss keenly. Have we turned into a nation of liars? People who lie and it's just fine? It seems incredibly un American to me. Fundamentally un American. This is where the spider/web quote came from. Lies beget more lies. It's a way of being that does indeed become tangled. Incidentally, that isn't a Shakespeare quote. It's a Sir Walter Scott quote. I looked it up!

I also wanted to give a sense of the importance of time and the life cycle. The little girl is young, set against a clock that shows no specific time. She is surrounded by flowers and tarweeds. (Tarweeds are common to my area and very interesting. They exude a resin which traps insects that would otherwise prey on the plant. The plant has evolutionarily developed this resin which then attracts other insects that eat the dead and dying insects that have been trapped. The plant developed a defense mechanism against predation.) The vultures await in the background on a dead tree. Vultures are scavengers and great cleaner-uppers. There are three crows who might signify death to some but maybe even joy and celebration to others. And lastly, Rosh Ha Shanah is Sunday. It's a time of rebirth and renewal, repentance and reflection. It's a time to make and to be made whole again. It's the biggest time in the Jewish calendar; the most significant. Your fate hangs in the balance, literally. God is judging so you better get it together quick! I made a little envelope depicting the words to the sacred poetry that is written for this holiday.

I called the piece Perspective for several reasons. Who is the prey and who is being preyed upon? Death and life are all around us and at any moment  you may be on one side of the coin or the other. Beauty and terror side by side. Youth and innocence right alongside age old symbols. And, lying where once there was truth. Everything depends on perspective I guess. 

Lastly, my biggest coup this time was the image of the girl. She is integrated with my own photos of the tarweeds and the spider hole. I thought the blending of those three items went very well. My time as a quilter where I learned about applique came in handy. I "fussy cut" the tarweed flowers and the leaves from the photo of the girl. I scattered them around to hide the transition from the girl image to the spider hole image. That transition contained a very hard line which I thought abrupt. The leaves from the girl photo and tarweed flowers served to soften that line.

Happy New Year to everyone. (An early thought): May you all have a "good sealing" as you ponder your transgressions and how to atone. May we all be inscribed in the highest of books on the right side of that particular ledger.
Shana Tovah (good year) and my new favorite,
tizkee vetihyee ve’orekh yamim (may you merit life-long life!)
Libby
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Carry On (Business as Usual)
16" x 20" collage
found images, personal photos

This piece started as a collage in my sketchbook and came from an idea that I had seen in my mind's eye. As is often the case, what I saw in my mind was better than the subsequent sketch! That's OK though. That is what a sketchbook is for right? To try something our before it hits prime time.

I went on to some other ideas, more sketches that worked out, and I refined my idea. I made a couple of journals, a new idea for me, and I did a few more paper sketches. Finally, I got my act together and got my idea solidified. 

The piece reflects my mindset about global warming and in general, our collective attitude towards our environment and our future. At first, the little girl with that expression on her face, had me stymied. Was she the protagonist or the antagonist? I think she is both. We want to have our cake and to eat it too. The end will come but in the meantime I have got to get to the grocery store. Let me hop in my car, use up some gas (sorry Mr. Dinosaur), and buy something! I am not negating or ignorant of the things that are being done everyday to help our situation. Real people are working diligently to answer big questions. But, it's grim. In my neck of the woods, we will be having a week of record temperatures. I am talking 112, 116, 108 degrees. In September. We are going down and that is that. And I didn't know there was a name for the worry that I have. It's called eco anxiety. Did you know that? I didn't. 

In any case, the piece references the poor Dodo, long gone now, the red hot world to come and the cockroach which may be one of the survivors. There is of course our red hot planet as well as a nod to Bob Dylan and his series of signs (Subterranean Homesick Blues). I also included an image of the letter "K" for keystone species, my own image of "weeds" and of course that crazy girl in the car shoving time out of the way, somehow. That head on the girl is from some other source but the car itself and the body in it is from a Dick and Jane book. That girl is little Sally shoving a couple of dogs out of her way (in the story). Big baby that Sally is, I thought she represented much of the population in her impatience. (I am not perfect OK? I am sitting here in my air conditioned home using propane and doing God knows what all else to bring about the end.)

It's not all bad news, though I am re reading Silent Spring. Not really good news but alright. I have discovered what are called "junk journals" though I really dislike that term. I have made three books of my own, one of which reflects the collages that I do. My thought is that the book and my collages go together, one informing the other. I am finishing one up right now that reflects the same sort of theme as the above piece and uses many of the same images. The books are fun to do and help to use up some of the printed images that I have on hand. They are very methodical which appeals to me. It's really a step by step process and very satisfying to have several complete pages at the end of the day.

Alright, that's it for now. I hope anyone reading is doing alright. The whole country looks like it is suffering through the heat. Sigh...
Thanks for reading,
Libby
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Fraught With Danger
16" x 20" collage/mixed media
Town and Country
16" x 20"
collage/mixed media

I completed two collages in the month of June, as seen above. I am pleased with both of them for several reasons.

First, I have successfully begun to use colored copy paper in my collages. It's a big deal for me because I have always used my own painted papers. I like having control via painting. It's possible to get just the "right" color. We recently bought a different printer however and the printer ink does not adhere to the painted paper. Colored copy paper is an economical choice/solution and provides new and exciting possibilities. I feel the look of the brightly colored paper can be tempered with the more neutral browns and beiges. I am still learning how to use the paper in a way that will be visually pleasing.

The second reason that I am pleased with the pieces has to do with the use of photographs. It's a real challenge to put images together and to figure out how to use them. Just finding them is a chore sometimes. I am learning that it is better in some ways to have a collection of images and see which ones can go together and tell a story. Hunting for images to support a specific idea is much more difficult and requires a lot of mental flexibility. Both ways work but I want to get better at the process. 

The final thing I am pleased with is the quilting references that I have begun to use. For the first piece, I wanted to reference a kind of "9 patch" quilt idea. The second piece references simple blocks. I did this in two of the pieces from last month as well. I like the idea of putting down a background first and then adding and integrating images and text. I really want the background though to blend with the figures and text to create one dynamic piece. That's my goal anyway.

So. The content of both pieces. Let's start with the hardest one (the first one on the left). Whenever I do a political piece, it's a gamble. People are not likely to get what I want to say, which is fine of course. Or people may be offended. That's OK too. I just have some mixed feelings about "statement" pieces. In any case, let me explain what I had in mind. The piece references the B-52's Private Idaho song. Not everyone will remember this song, I realize that. I never fully knew the lyrics myself or what the song was about but the whole thing seems very apt to describe the current political climate of paranoia and wild, unfounded lies and accusations. I am referring to the extreme Right Wing section of the country (and many, many moderates as well) that has seemed to go off the rails. I can hardly describe it. (And thank goodness there are people out there smarter than me who can.) In any event, the players in the piece are wearing colanders on their heads that receive messages from "out there". It's the only way I know to explain their behavior. The alternative is just too awful. From left to right we have the following fine folks: Ted Cruz (US Senator from Texas), Sean Hannity (radio talk show host), Glenn Beck (radio talk show host), Lauren Boebert (US Rep for Colorado) and Marjorie Taylor Greene (US rep for Georgia).  Except for Sean Hannity and MTG, I didn't pick anyone in particular. Honestly, I just Googled "paranoid right wing" and this is what I got. I hope that I welcome all viewpoints, at least for a discussion. I don't welcome lying or scare mongering or shit disturbing. I don't like the lying. If anyone called me a liar I would be mortified. If I knew I was lying I would be embarrassed and shamed. I don't mean little "social" fibs that lubricate togetherness. I mean out and out lying. Lying. Lying. Lying. WTF? Look it up already and find out what is true even if you don't like it. 

Now, the second piece is more cheerful. I love the idea of town and country and the blending thereof. When I saw the old timey Pepsi ad from the 60's I knew I wanted to use it. I put the other photos with it to make a story of two gals getting gussied up at the hairdresser's to go "out on the town", possibly to the county fair or the big city. And I wanted to pay homage to my own hairdresser, Jill Bottomley of Jillian Day Spa, who is a true artist and friend. I used the quilted background idea from an older piece of mine. The biggest challenge was the two ladies and how to "colorize" the piece. (I used colored paper layered on the black and white image.) It was a difficult piece to put together.

Alright, that's it for me. On a personal note, I continue to be challenged by IBS and the attendant frustration of trying to find care and to get a routine going. My father is in a care home at this point (he is 85), my husband is going to retire soon, and it isn't always easy to be positive. I haven't been able to hike and I am cranky. The earth keeps turning though and the clock counts down to some unknown time. What can you do? (Don't worry about answering that one. It's a rhetorical question.)

OK, thanks for reading,. Feel free to send me an email. (Unless you are defending those folks above and then God help you. I just don't know what to say.) Till next month.
Libby
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PS> I get that I didn't choose any Democrats for the above piece. Or anyone from any other party. Things are not one sided. I simply chose what I found to be most heinous and destructive (and who represents that) and the idea of out and out lying which I believe will be our eventual downfall. Unless climate change overrides us first. We will see.

Left to Right: A Closer Look, Family Matters, On Any Given Day, Time To Fly

These are all "analog" or by-hand collages with the exception of the one in the lower right which is digital. I am reminded time and again that editing is of the utmost importance. And I think my ability to edit judiciously is directly related to my state of mind. That isn't negative but just truthful. If my mind is muddled or chaotic then the collages tend to follow those states. It's OK though because the collages are all just thinking on paper aren't they? Just my thoughts and ideas which are in the process of being worked out.

For the piece in the upper left corner, I wanted to work with scale. Scale of the images primarily but also of the text. The values of the papers are the other variable. It's a lot to juggle but I think this is the right direction.

The upper right piece could have benefited greatly from editing and simplification but I also wanted to work with the text and see it as a kind of background. I really love the figure in the circle though so that idea may come back.

The bottom two are most successful I think because of the simplification and the editing, to my eye anyway.

They are all just little experiments. It's a mistake to think that you can have a formula that gets it right every time. I try not to think that way.

​The upper left piece is notable for the little figures leaning over looking at the Chicxulub crater. I am excited because I hand colored the black and white image with colored pencil. I think it's a great idea and something that I want to do more of. There's a whole genre of colored black and white photos which I am not interested in. I am wanting to use the method but not in that way.
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Lastly, I made these little journals. They are about 5" x 7" and are very simply made with cardstock and blank colored copy paper. The images are a mix of my own photos and drawings as well as online images. The pages are stitched to the cover via my sewing machine and include washi tape on the binding. I meant them to be fun little "field" notebooks and had actually intended to offer them to a friend who is teaching a class. I chickened out on that though, feeling that they were to "homemade" to be taken seriously by a real naturalist. I am enjoying using them immensely however. I have been watching the moon and recordings its phases and comings and goings in the morning sky. I take them with me on my walks and am learning how to make fun and better observations of what I see. I had a good time yesterday learning about oak leaves. All of the oak trees look the same to me but once I started examining all of the leaves I could see that they were not all the same type of oak tree. Anyway, it has been a lot of fun to use these.

OK, thanks for reading and as always feel free to contact me with any comments.
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