object in progress...

Last week I did not step into the studio. Hmmmm... the garage needed cleaning....Well it did as snow seems to be just around the corner probably late November early December...or January... It was delightfully crisp outside and just OK for a sweatshirt. I don't like wearing lot's of clothes to clean in. Wet sleeves...uhg... Our garage got used a lot the first year we lived in the house when Louise was born and then slowly it filled up swith stuff we no long needed. So I found homes for the stuff and now our garage is free to put the car in and we no longer need to worry about scratching ice of the windsheild or snow off the top of the car. Woohoo...

Now back to painting...my curent acrylic is coming along. I put the backround in. I think it's done but you never know I was hoping it would come out more textured and it came out fairly smooth, but I like the colors so best not to overwork it too much. As the detail in the subject comes more out it may need to be adjusted. It is a work in progress in another week it should look a bit more rounded I'm hoping it's close to finished but nothing is finished until it is finished...

Do you breath?

In the wee hours of the morning around 5am I walk. Right now it's just before dawn so there is not a lot of things to look at and a lot of time to take note of weird things like breathing. I've also been doing a little yoga. A real little like five times a week for 12 minutes. I've been working on cordinating my breathing with the exercises and I've noticed I've seperated my lungs from my diaphram. I'm not sure how this happened was I stressed and just took shorter breaths? Possiblie counsious of my stomach and in a need to keep it tucked in managed to separte them? Maybe an entire enflamation of my gut that has totally been too painful to think about? A combination???? Anyway that's were I am today. Now I'm consciously trying to breath with my diaphram and it feels like I have a third lung and sometimes I get light headed or feel like my lungs are expanding and my diaphram is contracting it's a weird weird experience. Nice to not have such an inflamed gut that has a constant low pain and nice to enjoy belly breathing again.

Something new...

As one might imagine I am always on the lookout for new matarials to paint with. I found something I have been looking for since I think I picked up a paint brush. A pen ink brush. I think only someone who has been frustrated with loading a brush on the go can imagine the extasy it brings me to be able to paint on the run. This beauty has a perfectly pointed end and flows out when pressed down to a nice wide margin. The ink flows through a capsul at the top and can be pressed to push more ink out or painted until dried out as desired. It's a Pentel Color Brush, I found it in Boesner in Neu Ulm. The only draw back I can see for now is the ink will fade with time and light exposure. As this is simply an instrament for sketching I don't think this is a problem.

Tomorrow my son starts first grade. While I bite my nails with trepidation I plan on painting the town black with my new find...

Edge At Mirage...

When looking for a title of what I was doing when I painted I tried to find a visual image for how it was to paint. Edge at mirage is what I came up with. For me it describes those pieces at the corner of my vission that I can't quite paint just yet...

Stay tuned as I share what I've been doing...

This is the begining of this blog stand by while I grow into it. If your lucky tomorrow you will be able to read it and then next day there will be pictures....shhh....

Emily