echoing hands, Monotype of the Day #416

Day 51 of Year 2

There was a lot of activity tonight getting my son prepared to go back to college. I had less time than I'd like for tonight's print so I worked on my smaller plates. As an artist it's important to accept the ups and downs and not get thrown by the downs. Last night was such a high and all day I looked forward to my studio time, but it was much shorter than I expected. If you are married to product and outcome, these little disappointments can grow into major frustrations. If, instead, you strive to be fully in the process, when the world doesn't conspire to give you what you want it's just a hiccup because tomorrow is another day. And on the plus side, at least I got the reflection and plate reversal right. Now that I conquered that hurdle I have a choice of which way to do it. Take that dyslexia! 😊

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

Hidden & the swimmer, Monotype of the Day #414

Day 49 of Year 2


Tonight I did a bunch a prints, but I thought posting the reworked ghost images from last night's plates would be most interesting. Yesterday, I used two plates, one to create a landscape and the other to print a figure over it. Tonight, on the landscape plate, I rerolled different colored inks over sections but left much of the same structure. I barely touched the figurative plate. Honestly I was mainly trying to get the extra ink off before cleaning. Interestingly, more often than not, a ghost print is better than a first pull. Expectations are so much lower because there is already a good print and you can really let it fly. Knowing that if you ruin it, it's not a great loss turns your brain off and gives great freedom.


It's always such an adventure to peel the paper off the plate and see a ghost print. You never know what you will get. The ink dictates things. During the first pull, a lot of the detail and artist's mark making has been obscured. The extra ink is removed and what's left is just the essential, stripped of much of the artist's intent. It's the ink that wanted to stay but still has plans and something to say. The partial stripping of the artist's intent is a lesson and a reminder that the artist is a window for creativity to pass into the world. We contribute, we are partners, but what comes through is an eternal energy of change meant to transform the artist as much as the viewer. Ghost prints subdue the artist's ego and remind us that we are "the artist", not "The Artist". Every moment spent creating is a gift from "The Artist". Hidden (Plus bonus print- the swimmer)

My Hut
by Issa (Japan 1763-1827), Trans. Stryk & Ikemoto

My hut,
thatched
with morning glories.

from Zen Poetry https://amzn.to/2NPaXF0

reflections, Monotype of the Day #413

Day 48 of Year 2

Really focusing on play and releasing all expectations of a finished product tonight. This means not letting a possible future (a finished piece of art) influence the present moment. It's a challenge to stay in the now. It's difficult not to worry if what I am doing will negatively influence the outcome of my piece. But once I get into the flow, there is so much freedom and so much spaciousness. This is the space where transformation happens.


Oceans
By Juan Ramon Jimenez, Trans Robert Bly

I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing. And nothing
happens! Nothing…Silence…Waves… –Nothing happens? Or has everything happened,
and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?

from News of the Universe: Poems of Twofold Consciousness, Edited by Robert Bly. https://amzn.to/2NNzGtH

Untitled, Monotype of the Day #412

Day 47 of Year 2

There was an artist lead rebellion in my studio tonight! I just decided I wouldn't clean my plates, my palette, or my breyers. It's well past due. Usually I clean up every other day because otherwise everything gets sticky and uncooperative. Which was true tonight, but I enjoyed the fight and some interesting textures appeared. Sticky, glumpy ink has it's uses. Tonight was about fun. Maybe I'll clean up tomorrow maybe I won't. We shall see! xo

PS I'm also taking the day off from titles. Titles can kiss my rear! (At least for today ☺️)

so much fuss about nothing, Monotype of the Day #411

Day 46 of Year 2

This is a very quick monotype made today as demo during a studio visit. I decided to post it because there is a different quality to a print done without expectation of results. When I do a demo, I always say, "This is just a quick print to show you how it’s done, I'm not really trying to make a finished image." And then low and behold, more often than not something worth saving is revealed. Even though I focus much more on process than product in my studio, it's really hard to fully abandon the desire to make a "good print". That desire alone changes the natural flow. I'm not judging. I don't know whether this is good or bad, but in my demo prints where muscle rather than mind prevails, it feels like there is more of a raw connection behind the veil.

the fountain, Monotype of the Day #410

Day 45 of Year 2

I am feeling unsatisfied in the studio this week. This happens, it's part of the creative process designed to keep an artist growing. I still feel immense gratitude for each monotype that comes through and I really like this print. It's not that, it's more that making this week's prints felt too safe and easy. There is a tension between experiencing flow or being "in the zone" and the discomfort of exploring new territory and the potential for failure. The potential for failure is so important to keep the work alive and energetic. Safety is the enemy of art. Patience, I tell myself again, have faith and keep working. I am delving for the eternal fountain of creativity deep inside and those who seek will find.


The Fountain
By Denise Levertov

Don’t say, don’t say there is no water
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen

the fountain springing out of the rock wall
and you drinking there. And I too
before your eyes

found footholds and climbed
to drink the cool water.

The woman of that place, shading her eyes,
frowned as she watched — but not because
she grudged the water,

only because she was waiting
to see we drank our fill and were
refreshed.

Don’t say, don’t say there is no water.
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones,

it is still there and always there
with its quiet song and strange power
to spring in us,

up and out through the rock

the blessing, Monotype of the Day #409

Day 44 of Year 2

The Jar with The Dry Rim
By Rumi

The mind is an ocean … and so many worlds
are rolling there, mysterious, dimly seen!
And our bodies? Our body is a cup, floating
on the ocean; soon it will fill, and sink …
Not even one bubble will show where it went down.

The spirit is so near that you can’t see it!
But reach for it … don’t be a jar
full of water, whose rim is always dry.
Don’t be the rider who gallops all night
and never sees the horse that is beneath him.

gestation, Monotype of the Day #408

Day 43 of Year 2

Have patience, have patience. Everything has it's own time. Something is brewing. Waiting for things to unfold is part of a healthy studio practice. Sometimes it seems that time is wasting away only to find later that it was just a gestation period and all that angst was for naught. Have patience. I say this for my own benefit. Have patience.

This work is paired with "Commentary Inflection: Invented Form" by Jane Hirshfield.

Read it here: https://sharonsinger.ca/poem.php?poem_id=76

From Given sugar, Given Salt

i surrender dear, Monotype of the Day #407

Day 42 of Year 2

A quick image tonight to get out of my head. Working fast from time to time is really important. It keeps you honest and combats over-working and over-thinking both of which kill art. Usually, I roll my plate with ink and then wipe it away to find the image. It's a mysterious and adventurous process watching an image reveal itself. Tonight tough, I did the opposite. I used the ink to draw an image on top of the ghost from last night. It feels so different to work in this way. The ink has less of a voice in the process and I felt more power and control but less mystery. I may explore this technique more, we shall see.

The Guest House
By Rumi

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

the unknown, Monotype of the Day #406

Day 41 of Year 2

The unknown calls to an artist. It is filled with both promise and fear. While studying medieval mysticism in college, I was struck by a book called The Cloud of Unknowing. A lot of it centers around the need to let go of the language describing God, because that only puts limits on something that is limitless. I love the idea of applying this concept to the creative process. Imagine consciously unknowing, letting go of, all thoughts and judgements that create boundaries for your work. How would it be to surrender to unknown possibilities? What freedoms and new horizons would be opened by lifting all self-imposed limits? I feel the excitement of the unknown coursing through my veins, do you?

Breaking All the Rules
By Danna Faulds

There are moments when rules
are meant to be broken; when
bursting out of context is the
sole way to see with new eyes.
There are fences built only to
be torn down. The slats look
solid, but no one drove the nail
in tight. There are barricades
around the heart asking to be
breached. Sooner and later we
all run out of excuses for
staying small and safe.

sunrise, Monotype of the Day #405

Day 40 of Year 2

As the summer is coming to an end, I feel the rise of something new. It is brewing deep inside. The life of the studio is cyclic like the seasons: growth, harvest, laying fallow, new beginnings, over and over again. But where the seasons are on a regular schedule, the timeline in the studio is more mysterious. You never know what each day will bring. This is why it's so important to show up and be present to the energy each day. If you are too distracted, you might miss a season of growth. It's a bit like surfing. When that energy comes in you have to catch the wave and ride it as far as you can. Other times, you're still in the studio working even though it might feel more challenging so when the next wave comes, you are in position to catch it. It can feel difficult during a fallow period, especially if you are focused on product over process. But if you remember everything is a cycle, the seasons, the sunrise and sunset, you will know all that is required is patience until the next positive wave comes around. Have faith and carry on.

Sunrise
By Mary Oliver

You can
die for it–
an idea,
or the world. People

have done so,
brilliantly,
letting
their small bodies be bound

to the stake,
creating
an unforgettable
fury of light. But

this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought

of China,
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun

blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises

under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?

What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it

whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire

let the Light in, Monotype of the Day #403

Day 38 of Year 2

I love tonight's image. It makes me feel warm and supported. I've often thought of myself as the glove for the hand of The Artist. I'm not sure why but this image evokes that same feeling in me, it's a feeling of tremendous trust in the creative process.

come
by Rumi, Trans.Nader Khalili

come
let's fall
in love
again
let's turn
all the dirt
in this world
to shiny gold

come
let's be
a new spring
a love reborn

find our aroma
from the essence
of all who
emit heavenly fragrance

like a fresh tree
bloom and spread
all the blessings
right from inside

messenger, Monotype of the Day #402

Day 37 of Year 2

White Dove
By Danna Faulds

In the shared quiet, an invitation arises like a white dove lifting from a limb and taking flight.
Come and live in truth. Take your place in the flow of grace. Draw aside the veil you thought would always separate your heart from love.
All you ever longed for is before you in this moment if you dare draw in a breath and whisper "Yes."