Put your tail up and fan it out like a peacock.
Put your throat back in your neck.
Milk your sits bones.
Think of your head as a balloon full of water. Wobble it.
Like a string of pearls, lay down your spine one vertebrae at a time
Open your collar bones. That’s right ! Make them smile.
Images like zip up or, think of an elevator that’s slowly lifted to first, second, third floors etc.
With prompts like these, how could you not have fun doing Pilates.
The white skeleton, sort of hanging, standing over there by the wall is between the reformer and the trapeze table. This guy has been getting my attention lately. Ok, OK, I’ll try to draw you. So after my session I did a quick sketch of him. (It has been determined that he is a young man.) The drawing is a bit abstract and I only sketched down to his knees. I didn’t plan very well – just started drawing. Now that my core is strong and I’m standing straight up, I’ll see if I can walk out of here and keep my good posture along with a good attitude while I get bombarded by life’s daily adventures.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 18,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 4 Film Festivals
I think it is interesting to see what images wordpress picked to show. Clicking on one of my images will produce a string of pictures of my work from the past.
My NewYears Resolution in January 2012 was to blog for a year. I gave it a try. I made it though the year and had lots of fun along the way.
The busiest day for me was on On December 31st with 186 views.
To my followers, a big thank you for taking the time to check out my posts.
To others. Thanks for stopping by. Please come again.
When I went through radiation, I distracted myself by making art. When my expectations of life don’t go the way I hope, I plunge myself into my art. When I want to relax or when I want to have a good fight with a canvas, I make art. Art is in my bones.
The following is a true story about a woman who used art to survive a very lonely existance.
Sonabai was discovered by the Indian artworld and awarded India’s highest honor given to an artist, the President’s Award.
She grew up in a house full of relatives living a full, happy life. Through an arranged marriage, this 25 year old married a 45 year old widow. He was a jealous man and moved her out of town where she had grown up and forbid her to have any contact with anyone. She was only allowed to go the the well behind her house and to the fields to work. One day she wanted to shield herself from the strong sun. She built a bamboo structure, covered it with clay and painted the screen white. Sonabai gave birth to one son. Soon the boy needed a toy with which to play. She made some clay and paint with the natural materials found within her compound and created a horse. After that she embellished her house and added to the lattice. She created ornaments, images of people, Hindu gods and goddesses and more. There has been an exhibit of her work in San Diego, California http://www.mingei.org/exhibitions/sonabai
I came back to this painting today with the thought of just finishing it up a bit. It was early. I brought some beautiful tulips we had at home. With the thought of doing some warm up drawings first, I found some big pieces of paper. Using a stick from Calistoga I sketched with walnut ink which is a warm brown color. The drawings came out nice and loose.
Here is one of about 5 or 6 warm ups I did. On this one, after the photograph was made, I added another stroke to make the box-like shape more strong.
Two of my favorites.
Here I’m getting ready to paint with these really great new acrylics that act like oil paint.
You can blend, even erase paint when it is dry and the end result doesn’t look like plastic.
Using a stick and walnut ink I sketched in the tulips. I saw a smilie face. Shall I erase it or try turning the canvas horizontally?
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After hanging the painting horizontally, I brought it together with some paint. Dated May 30th, this painting is titled Celebration. Besides celebrating the fact that I have been cancer free for a year, the painting is about celebrating the birthdays of two very good friends. Make that three friends 🙂
This is the beginning of a painting started yesterday celebrating my new birthday, one year after cancer surgery. I am one happy camper. Now I have a few paintings I’ve started. That is the easy part. I have to go back in and adjust or take care of areas that don’t work. This gets tricky because each stroke I make changes the whole painting, so I have more problems to solve. As, Henry J. Kaiser used to say, “Problems are opportunities in work clothes.”
This is Not a Flower Pencil and watercolor
Unfinished Blue Painting acrylic on canvas 52″ x 36″
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One year ago today, I was operated on for cancer at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. During my stay at the hospital, I made little paintings in a moleskine sketchbook. The whole time I was there, I was surrounded by an extensive collection of art. There was a volunteer who brought a cart full of paintings into my room each day. Patients could choose a painting to be hung in their room. Today, I’m going to work on a larger painting started yesterday. A lot can happen in a year. Art heals.
We interrupt this travel series on Artist’s Books, poems and abstract art to bring you an up date on Radiation – 80 Drawings in 80 Days. Six months later and I thought I’d be rid of it all. Spinal accessory nerve injury from surgery resulted in trapezius paralysis and neck stiffness. I couldn’t move my arms up in front of me or up out to the side – not at all. Just finished physical therapy on that one. I graduated with honors.
My speech therapist has put me on a maintenance schedule for strengthening my swallowing. Hopefully, time will heal my voice a little more. I am to continue to let it rest and recuperate after increased usage. Don’t talk on the phone or in noisy resturants. Keep your vocal cords moist. Drink ginger tea. It is an anti-inflammatory treatment. Along with a cancer tumor under the back of my tongue, 70 lymph nodes were taken out so liquids have become my saliva. My taste buds are coming back slowly, but I don’t like chocolate, spaghetti with parmesan cheese, wine, beer! I hope these taste buds comes back.
Listening to NPR I discovered a band called Stew and The Negro Problem. He wrote a song called ‘Speed.’ I weigh 94 pounds. Clothes look great on me. But, the docs want me to gain weight. (I’ve always had the opposite problem) Maybe it’s time to get a little cannabis, eat and stay up late creating brilliant art.
So I woke up to an image on my phone. Someone had been mugged, badly roughed up. It’s my brother! Now he is a tough guy. A tough guy who races automobiles. Jeeze, he’s been in an accident. No word, just a photograph he must have taken the picture of himself with his phone so at least he is conscious. Turns out, you know those electric powered scooters with big wheels? You stand on them and lean forward or backward to make them go. Guess he tried out a Segway and hit a transition in the road. Broke two ribs and really roughed up his eye. Being the artist in the family I immediately uploaded the photo and did a little touchup in Lightroom. Pretty cool colors. Maybe he’ll send me another when the eye is yellow green. Go back to NASCAR racing. It’s safer.