The Honey Bunny

Mr. Honey Bunny. Man of my dreams.

I brought two new collage pieces to one of

my mentors. She was in love with them, much

to my surprise ( as always.... questioning

the work in my head ).

 She encouraged me to make more, make them bigger.

 Just to fly with it.

 Which, of course, is kind of paralyzing for me.

So Mr. Honey Bunny is small and took forever

to finish. I like him, though.

Trying to think and imagine BIG. It's like

running a 5K after spending months in a

gym lifting weights. The 5K muscles are

really sore and you thought you were

in good shape....

My BIG collage muscles are just puny.



I believe that artists are extremely susceptible to new toys and media.

For sure this artist is.

Not the information kind of media - the kind that you can play with.

Gel medium, modelling paste,glazes and some awesome soft squishy stuff

that can substitute for a hard linoleum block. I found these neat

rectangles at my favorite place to browse - Dick Blick.

 ( How lucky am I to have a Dick Blick in my town?)

 I know they must have a name but I don't know it.

 They're gray, pliable and only $1.69 for a 4" x 6".

I love the look of block printing - the primitive and handmade

qualities. I tried carving a couple of traditional blocks. My hand hurt

and they didn't print very well. These gray babies are easy, fast

and print like a dream.

I've started with words. That's where I always start - whatever the

project. I have 6 images that I'll be posting on Etsy. This was my first

one. It's for Ella, who fervently believes in the existence of fairies.



Violet the Cat



Just another day in the studio. I bet you all think that

I get to determine how my day and my painting goes.
Ya know, since it's just me down there. The person who

bought all that paint, that easel, those canvases. You'd

think that person would get to be the boss of that space.

And you would be wrong

. Because Violet is the CEO  of Kathleen Taylor Studio. 

She lives there and I just visit - for 8 to 10 hours at a clip - 

 but still not a full time resident.

 Apparently that makes Vi the Tony Soprano of

my little work space.

This is a picture of us today. The background is the

painting I'm trying to finish. The red is my sweatshirt/stomach

 which Violet has decided is the perfect spot

for some bonding time. Her tail swishes and flicks over the palette,

picking up blobs of paint that she deposits on the

painting.  Have you ever tried to tell a cat

what to do? Cats wouldn't listen to the

voice of God if it was accompanied by thunder and lightening.

I never thought I'd say this, but dogs are easier.

Occasionally they listen to me.