Something is Afoot, Monotype of the Day #420

Day 55 of Year 2

Something is afoot and I'm looking forward to finding out what it is. This is the adventurous part of art, the not knowing but trusting the process anyway. Just keep showing up in the studio and say yes... Yes

Yes
By William Stafford

It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That’s why we wake
and look out — no guarantees
in this life.

But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.

From The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems
https://amzn.to/2UIt6WD

the echo, Monotype of the Day #415

Day 50 of Year 2

I was upset about this two plate print when I first made it. (Swipe for details shots) The concept was the bottom plate would be a distorted mirror image of the top, but I did not execute the idea as it was received. The mix of dyslexia (even if mild) and printmaking is challenging to say the least. Prints are already reversed when they come off the plate. So reversing a reversed print, well, I'm already confused just talking about it! 😊 So because I'm disappointed with my execution of the idea, I can't judge whether the print is successful visually. It was, however, hugely successful as a vehicle for transformation. I felt something click on while making this print, a physical sensation. For the last couple weeks, I've been dissatisfied with my work, like I was controlling it too much or there was a barrier to progressing. Whatever the energy was that washed through as I worked today broke that barrier. I don't know how this internal shift will unfold, but change is afoot! I have a feeling it will manifest in my larger works which I am preparing for my show at Clerestory Fine Art in January (stay tuned for details!) Tomorrow I am hoping to try this concept again, but we shall see what the creative energy has in mind.

You and Art
By William Stafford

Your exact errors make a music
that nobody hears.
Your straying feet find the great dance,
walking alone.
And you live on a world where stumbling
always leads home.

Year after year fits over your face—
when there was youth, your talent
was youth;
later, you find your way by touch
where moss redeems the stone;

and you discover where music begins
before it makes any sound,
far in the mountains where canyons go
still as the always-falling, ever-new flakes of snow.

From Ask Me, 100 essential poems https://amzn.to/2NJzvPN

nightscape, Monotype of the Day #400

Day 35 of Year 2

Most of my work depicts an internal landscape even when it looks like a traditional rendering of the external world. I have had an exceptionally busy week. The noise from the grit and grind of life sometimes drowns out the inner voice an artist needs to hear to work. When that happens, an image of emptiness and quiet like this one is salve to a disordered mind. It acts as promise of what can be and also a remembrance of that deep interior spaciousness that allows the creative flow to come through. Images can hold the power to change and reorder energy. Many times it doesn't matter whether an image is "good" or "successful" as an independent work of art. A working artist will make hundreds of images. Some of them will be successful in terms of color, composition, etc., some will be successful because the change their maker even if visually they are not as strong, and some will do both. This is why I try to reserve judgement while working. Later after the work rests I can see more clearly what type of work it is. For tonight, it is enough to see and experience the empty space in this piece and to feel it shifting my internal landscape to a more peaceful place.

When I Met My Muse
By William Stafford

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off—they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. “I am your own
way of looking at things,” she said. “When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation.” And I took her hand.

beginning to see the Light, Monotype of the Day #398

Day 33 of Year 2

Titles are the worst. 😜 It's hard to switch your brain from making images to defining them through words. I reserve the right to re-title any monotype in this series in the future!

Experimentation is tonight's theme. The orange and blue are ghost ink from last night's print. I rolled them over with white. The old white ink was extremely opaque and would have yielded very different results. This is too subtle for my tastes, the birds around the orange are just barely noticeable. The second layer, the face, is also more muted than I had hoped. But, part of this project is posting the successes, failures and experiments, so I am. I miss my old ink though. It was a different kind of partner, one that encouraged abandon and experimentation. Unfortunately though, it had some technical issues that became problematic. The newer ink demands carefulness and is more intellectual to work with. I am going to start experimenting with mixing the two. The new ink is better for color and doesn't have the same technical issues. Where there is a will, there is a way and I will find that way! 🙂


You and Art
By William Stafford

Your exact errors make a music
that nobody hears.
Your straying feet find the great dance,
walking alone.
And you live on a world where stumbling
always leads home.

Year after year fits over your face—
when there was youth, your talent
was youth;
later, you find your way by touch
where moss redeems the stone;

and you discover where music begins
before it makes any sound,
far in the mountains where canyons go
still as the always-falling, ever-new flakes of snow.

the delivery, Monotype of the Day #378

Day 13 of Year 2

I'm feeling really grateful tonight for all the support I've received throughout the entire monotype a day project. I've been amazed this last month or so because I've sold 10 monotypes so far. 🤸‍♀️🎉 An artist has to find inner validation for their work, but I won't lie, it feels fantastic to know so many people value my art! I am so grateful and I will remember everyone's generous comments, purchases and good wishes over the last year+ next time I hit an ebb in the studio. I am mining the same vein that I have been at since I was a young child. Faith in working has always keep me strong. Tonight's poem expresses what I feel about this perfectly. (PS. I've fallen in love with a new poet!)

The Way It Is
by William Stafford

There's a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn't change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can't get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time's unfolding.
You don't ever let go of the thread.