Vale

a-pencil-portraitHey Kurt,
today was your birthday.
You would have, should have, been 50 today. But you are forever 27, a magic age, neither boy nor man, suspended there forever.
No grey hairs or paunch for you: the girls will always think you’re cute – girls who weren’t born when you died declare their undying love for you. If only you could have known, would you have felt validated by that?
I kind of doubt it. I remember seeing a video of Courtney telling you she thought you were “really cute”, and the doubt in your face. You really believed you were ugly, didn’t you?
People believe strange things, like the conspiracy theorists who insist you were murdered. It might be comforting, I suppose, to think that a clever criminal did it, and not you, despite your reckless drug use and suicidal ideation that pointed to a deep and corrosive despair at your core.
Lets not dwell on the bitter end, not today. Let’s remember you as caring, generous and sweet, a bright and beautiful young man loved by your friends, and by the punk rock community that took you in and released you into the unsuspecting world, adored now by fans the whole world over; a world the breadth of which that boy from Aberdeen Wa could not imagine…
Peace Love Empathy
lets remember and cling to them.
The world needs them more now than ever.
Rest easy, sweet Kurt,
wherever you are.you-could-do-anything

Creativity: Art Away From Home III

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This is my mini-studio right now! I’ve been doing some small pen and wash type water colours when I get a moment. The family are moving to a new house on Monday, so I’ve been helping fill boxes, as well as spending time playing with young Juniper. Playing with a toddler is a lesson in creativity all by itself, of course. Watching her patiently repeating some task over and over and over should remind me that sometimes I need to do that, too!

I bought the card with a New Zealand artists work on it, and a red frame for it, for 50 cents each in an op shop/thrift store. there are a couple of swatches of kimono fabric stuck on the wall, too, as inspiration, but I’ll have to take them down again soon…

I’m having an obsession with paeonies at the moment, collecting images from magazines (look through home decorator mags, and count the paeonies! It’s not just me…). I’ve used one of those as model for the pale pink blooms, the deeper pink from a modern Japanese fabric print, and a piece of vintage kimono fabric inspired the other floral painting. It’s only 10 x 6 cm . I tend to work small, but not always that tiny.

The last image is of a page in the artist scrapbook I’m making, titled “Make Art Not Craft”, for which I am collecting artist’s quotes on creativity generally, and the difference (if any) between “art” and “craft”.

Click on an image for a better look!

Creativity: Art Away From Home II

Here I am in Canberra, our nation’s “bush capital”, staying with my daughter and her partner and their two-year old daughter, Juniper. I’m fitting in a little bit of creativity, in  between hanging out with Juni and her mum…

Juniper is busily creative herself – that’s a very good pencil grip for only two! We went fabric (and thrift/op) shopping today, so I can finish a cot quilt for Juni’s cousin-to-be. Juni wore the dress I made for her birthday, with fabrics from KimoYES and Addicted to Fabric in nearby Philip. The cute-as Japanese children’s print at the centre of the quilt is also from KimoYES.

Creativity: Making a Book III

I’m still in Canberra for a few more days – where did the weeks go? I’ve been spending time with my little grand daughter, so less time on being “creative”…except that Juniper time includes drawing and play dough and reading books. However, I have added more to my journal, so here are some more of the pages in a gallery.

I’ve included two versions of a couple of pages, so you can see that I have added more colour and content over time. I bought a lovely feather stamp (and purple ink for it) last week, so a few more feathers have joined the many leaves. I’d forgotten how very satisfying it can be to pop a veiny leaf under a sheet of thinnish paper, and rub over it with a coloured pencil – or even a good old grey-lead. On some pages, I kept moving and re-doing the same leaf to make patterns – they could be nice printed on fabric. I’ve also written up little stories of things I’ve seen on my walks.

Here is a rubbing done with a 4B pencil, and then coloured with watercolour paint. Because it’s Kraft paper, the wet paint wasn’t absorbed, but ‘sat’ on the surface until it dried, pooling a little, to pleasing effect, I think. For the other leaf, I traced around a poplar leaf with a micro pen, and drew in the veins. I then used the white paint, tinted a little with blue-grey over the top of the pen, for a fair approximation of the fuzzy white autumn leaf.