Summer floats in

Suddenly the fabric behaves unpredictably. I rip, tear, twist and glue. Sticks brought home from the mornings walk  beg for assemblages. Three so far, here hanging high in the studio.  Two more on the walls, and who knows how many more hiding on my shelves.

Summer

 Start with watercolor.

 Stencil dreamily in the heat.

 Get out the acrylics, colored pencils, oil pastels.

"Live the questions now. "

                                       Rilke

Heat Wave

With record heat in Boston, and no air conditioning in my studio, work turns to what's portable.  Sketching in the kitchen. Stitching in the living room. Research at the library.

The blending and layering of color remains a mystery and a joy. Hot yellows, reds, purples, orange. Perhaps a cooling journey into greens later today?

 

 Meanwhile, my Alzheimer's students finished their butterfly paintings, a two week project. I'm thinking they really need an art show at the local library: