Click on the image to see it in my shop on Etsy. 🙂
This piece incorporates lace with acrylic paint, opalescent pigment powder and gloss medium to produce its textural and tactile aspects. Check out other views of it on Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/listing/96746237/cottage-chic-decor-floral-abstract?ref=shop_home_active
This original mixed media textured piece was given to a friend as a thank you gift recently, but I’ve made prints of it now! Here is a link to see it on Etsy. 🙂 https://www.etsy.com/listing/153525298/peach-purple-maroon-lavender-floral
Here’s a new piece I did for my son’s wedding. It’s a mixed media piece that I’ve had made into prints. Love, Tess
So here is a new work, one born of necessity. ..the necessity arose from having to pay rent between semesters sans a paycheck. It started with a conversation wherein I sort of hinted at the barter and then when my landlady found herself in need of a gift for her mother, she remembered that conversation.
I asked for a photograph so I could get started and she obliged with this one:
If you look closely, you might note that this drafting table doubles as a sewing table, but also perhaps something about my process which involves using the grid technique. In this next photo, you can see the sketch done with an olive gray wash:
So in spite of everything that has happened in my life lately, including a rather embarrassing extreme close encounter with some rather unyielding asphalt last night, an experience that left this blogger somewhat bruised and disoriented if only momentarily, followed by this crazy headache left over, skinned knees and sore palms. ..sigh. ..
all of these atrocities giving way to a small revelation which, I should also own up to having posted on the installment plan in my Facebook status, admittedly a very lame attempt at garnering some single girl sympathy. . .AGAIN. . .after a very long string of episodes involving some very weird luck. . .
enclosed please find installment number 1:
Note to my Dansko clogs: Dear shoes with soles that squeak like the wheels on a trojan rabbit. ..and take me from home to work and vice versa going on four years. ..I love and adore your loyalty, truly I have no idea what I would do without it. . .but please TRY and remember that superpowers are for comic books. . . and that yours truly will fall on her big fat keyster . . .especially if you let go of the asphalt long enough to make my legs go airborne. . . knees and hands ouch!!!!
I am thankful I did not break my noggin last night when I fell on the asphalt. And hoping I will be able to find the stone for my ring when I go searching the street for it this morning. 🙂 Wish me luck!
And the ending:
You guys! I found the stone!!! I just combed the corner where I fell, seeing all that dark stuff. ..thinking I’d never find it. ..and there it was in the middle, scratched. . . but found! My neighbor had super-glue too so it’s all fixed. Sticky with glue on our fingers but fixed! 🙂
And IN SPITE OF ALL THAT STUFF, including the awesomeness about finding my stone. . .which I learned is a ruby, a North American unfaceted ruby. ..
(Note: these are cheap so artists can afford them and have a circulatory healing stone as well. ..)
In spite of all that stuff, I was still able to get some art making accomplished this week. . .and a new listing for my Etsy shop too.
And the story is, I began staring at a beautiful (and yes professional. . . yay inspiration, man!) photo of white flowers against stems and a dark sky. . .and then loading up my palette with paints. ..moving the brush around a little bit and getting down with the greens and red maroons
then mixing up some yellow white and ecru, ivory. ..
Oddly enough and much to my own surprise, I somehow ended up with a mass of lavender scribbles at the pause point:
But sadly, when I took this piece outside to see how it behaved in the daylight, I was rather disappointed at the washing out of much of this color. So after going back inside, I got to work, sort of getting lost in the memory of this beautiful shiny work of jewelry I’d seen at a fair-trade place, one incorporating pearls, amethyst and amber. I ended up collaging more lace into this and adding a few of the flowers from the photograph. And here it is now listed and ready to be adopted into a kind and loving environment:
and alas, artists gotta eat too: http://www.etsy.com/listing/86093373/original-floral-abstract-painting
(this post is dedicated to my church-going friend, Nicole)
So a couple of weeks ago, I was facebook wall chatting with a friend whose initial status was questioning the integrity of people will go to great lengths of craziness. . .to gain a readership online. I can’t remember the actual conversation per se, only that I wanted to write a blog about it so here I am. . . with this experiment.
OK, I confess this is post is inspired in part by a very needy desire to increase readership (a very large part so go ahead and shoot me already, I deserve it. . .)
but also (to continue with what I was saying before that last parenthetical). . . also a furious curiosity to see what will happen after I’ve attached the following tags/links and/or language to this artist’s blog:
You could call it a hypothetical experiment, or some other kinda sciencey thing that indicates scholarly involvement, experiment in which a part of me finds itself feelin kinda jazzed about making waves in these otherwise calm waters (so far the seventh biggest day I’ve had around here was an artist interview that included a couple of nude paintings. . . accompanied by a buxomy shot of the budding and lovely young artist 😉 )
and the other part finds itself feelin kinda nervous. . .about what to expect in the aftermath of such a blatant attempt to draw attention to oneself.
Introductions first perhaps and check out this sclera slash aqueous matter in the baby blues up here. . .”hi, i’m tess; part-time artist/ part-time community college instructor . . .
And truth be told, I kind of had to draw the line at actual pornography as mostly I find the stuff to be boring and exploitive. . .and so as not to throw my unsaved soul completely overboard.. . .and end up getting devoured by a drunken boat at the corner of Scylla and Charybdis, I’ve decided to limit my tagging vocabulary to “art” and insanity words.
So here I am at any rate, having tied myself to the mast. .. seasick with sirens blaring loud in cyberspace. All kinds of things to worry about now and fodder for serious neurosis.
Anyway, here goes nothing.
Exhibit A, some original art with an erotic theme followed by exhibit B, a poem on the topic of a semi clad exboyfriend, one having sold himself out to find work as a model for phone-sex.
At any rate, I have just discovered what would happen to my experiment by posting this title in the WordPress promotional forum.
And that is a swift reprimand about the misuse of tags. . .which is kind of embarrassing even when you are just kidding around.
So I won’t actually be attaching any of the tags I said I would use. And truth be told, I never did. Even from the beginning.
In some future post, I guess maybe I will write about about PRETENDING I attached too many provocative tags, and then admit I totally chickened out in the end.
exhibit b: to be continued at a later date
I met Terry Pierson a couple of years ago when he showed up in the front row of a Creative Writing class I was teaching at Southwestern Illionis College on the Belleville campus. Strangely and serendipitously enough, it wasn’t the first time I’d seen him though.
“Hey, I know you,” I said after taking attendance. ” You are the painter guy from the Joan Baez concert. . . sitting one seat over in the next row. I remember because you had paint on your jacket and a sketchpad. You were also the dark figure following on the sidewalk just past the Metrolink station.”
In the course of that conversation, we agreed that the concert had been a memorable one, each recalling the moment in the encore after hearing one of our fellow concertgoers shout, “Take it to the full moon, Joanie!”
And take it to the moon she did. Continue reading