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ATC & The FLY Tribe Ladies

Well, with procrastination at a premium. Here are the ATC ‘s I made for this months swap.

I had this buttterfly that Jimmy gave me last fall. I keep it on the kitchen window sill. I love it.  I got to do my fabric pattern collage thing, the draw with my watercolor pencils then paint, finishing touches with pitt pens. I loved this little sunshine project.

I think waiting to get mine back from the swap is the best part.

 

Gate 25

Today I arrived at Oakland airport. I have arrived here many times before frustrated just like I feel today. It is a wet weather day. Rain Cold and windy. Not so typical for Oakland. It means no work. What was a 2 day job has turned into nothing.
On my way through the terminal trying to decide if I am just going to jump back on a plane and head back down south. I pass this artwork. I have passed it many many times in the last 3 years of commuting to the bay area. I usually am not very fond of it to say the least. They have the technique and artist photos on the wall next to these windows. I have read it I have not been impressed. Arrogant and selfish of me I believe today. What an honor to have a large installation of your work so prominently displayed. Still I remained less than interested. It’s dripping. Really? I am just whining, I get this way sometimes. Oh wait they use tools to make the drips. It’s a technique. Really? I am such an ass with my ultra critical attitude. Then it happens, As if I am smacked I know I need it! By the big art critic in the sky. Smacked right across my arrogant self-centered great artist attitude (ha ha ha) .
For those of you that may not know me, I suffer from a terminal fatal disease of perception. Untreated It can ruin me in short order. The opinion of this piece of art is just a symptom that my perception is skewed and out of spiritual adjustment. Hence the necessary smack. Who ever issued it, a quick Thank You!
So as I am walking down the corridor by the dripping crane window glass art with my crappy opinion, the people mover is broken So it is a long walk. I see it, like it is for the first time. The cloudy, wet, rainy Oakland sky behind with the soft grey light that only this type of weather can produce.
I decide that it in infinitely great!! It beats the alternative.
Well, the failure of this whole thing is I have no credits to the artist. Forgive me if I ever get to be this successful… let some poor starving struggling artist blog my work & forget who I am….

Inspiration…………..

Inspiration, many shapes, sizes, times and places. I don’t pick where I get or when it comes. It not like pulling a trigger. Some days I am more in tune than others. Lately I have been hyper sensitive to my inspirational thoughts and ideas. I like it. I believe I am more in tune when I am at balance spiritually, mentally & physically. When I am not fighting the flow of the river.

Today was an extremely prolific day for me. I collated three canvases and they are ready for paint & ink.

 

The inspiration I believe is a two fold on this one. First it’s spring. There are flowers everywhere. Gorgeous beautiful flowers, it doesn’t really matter if they are in the wild like the California poppies on the side of the road or the carefully place tulips in a millionaires flower bed. From here to there and everything in between we are in bloom.

I am loving spring this year. The rebirth of mother nature. An awakening, I could very easily be a bear. Listen, glutonously eat from summer to fall, sleep safe & warm all winter, then awaken with the spring! Then play with fish and eat the next 9 months away. Amen! I don’t much like winter anyways. It’s over rated & cold.

so here’s to spring the beauty and inspiration she brings….. I am off to paint

Shoes, Where my feet are…

Well, for the Fly Tribe of women I a gratefully a member of we are having a blog hop! It is about SHOES. If there is anything I love more (or as much as) paper its shoes. My closet is to small. I can Only say I purchase them in 3′s !!!!! So my first thought was lay them all out take a photo of them all, put them in a mountainous pile ( but that might injury them) so then which pair? Boots, heels my running shoes? The ones from Paris? Italy? Nordstroms? Okay how about my favorites? Favorite how can I pick just one? Wow how do I pick ? ? ? My favorite things.
I love shoes! I have different names for them some fun, some utilitarian, some are just…. Well unspeakable . . . .
So my shoes. They take me places, everywhere. Where am I ? ? ?
I am in the prime of my life. Blooming as a woman, growing as an artist, a sudo mother, and a friend. Where do they take me? EVERYWHERE!!!! I am grateful for the courage! I go anywhere I desire, I am not fearless just wanting to experience the world, everything it has to offer. I love my shoes. I love that they can take me any where and everywhere. Photos of my shoes.
Well here’s my boots.

 

This week they took me to work in San Francisco, Ca.
I love my shoes!

AWOL

I again was lucky enough to have the good fortune to get to create at my happy place, A Work of Heart. Andrea had a collage class tonight

I didn’t go for a class just wanted to prep & paint pages in my book. But surprise. Andrea asked and then I heard myself say yes… Learned some great techniques,had a great time.

 

 

 

Here’s what I created.

Art is…

So the question was posed “Why you love art. What about art inspires you. You can have art in it or not”

It was an invitation from my “fly girls, my tribe, my classmates” to join them, to be a part of, a prt of something good of crearive energy.

We are gonna art party!!! And I was invited!!!

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Word for the Year 2012 – HOPE…

Corny? Possibly. But I know it never fails. When all else does, what I am left with is Hope. I guess it could be worse to be without hope. That is unimaginable to me. I remember a time of spiritual bankruptcy, I had no hope, no faith, felt destined to carry on blotting out the misery of my horrible existence until the bitter end.

It is no longer that way for me. For that I am grateful, I have been living a path with new found freedom for many years now.

I was given a small drop of hope. The seed from which I grew a new and better life, a life worth living. So as the new year starts I think that hope is the word.

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Some new & not so new pieces

Here are some pieces I am considering entering in a show for Valentine’s Day.

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So at the time this was a self portrait of my heart…..

A Few of My Favorite Things- Brave Girls

I love this blog..it always ‘Speaks to me” here is a little link.
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Creative block – Eat Baked potato, walk the dogs & have sex

Okay so I haven’t painted in a while. The thought of moving the whole studio. The re-designing of a much smaller space just seems so daunting. Not to mention it will be extremely pleasing to my ex. So that also makes it undesirable! I know not nice but surprise I am not always nice.
So I haven’t been working in art no flow. No ideas. I don’t know if it is creative block or a busy life. I haven’t made anytime for art or cultivated that part of me.
Well, in waiting today (which is a hurry up and wait, red light green light kinda day) I started skimming my book marks. Under “blogs I like” I found a gem which lead me to this gem

The ideas are basically for graphic artists…

I don’t believe it matters what kind of creative you are, I agree with the idea that everyone is creative and that some of us just need to express it more than others..

I hope this helps me. As I am off to walk the dogs each a baked potato and have sex!

Good luck!