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Jun 15, 2017

Inspired by Beatriz Milhazes

12" x 12"
Acrylic collage on canvas board


This piece is inspired by Brazilian artist Beatriz Milhazes.  Her collage + paint technique and vibrant colors and design enchanted Patrice and me when we saw her work at the Perez Museum in Miami. I was experimenting with her methods and trying to see if they work on fabric right when Clark died. After that I stopped. Now I've picked up the project, using 12" x 12" canvas board instead of cotton. It is easier to work with.

1. Draw designs on plastic.

2. Paint the design. I used heavy body paint, Liquitex Cerulean Blue Hue. I let the paint dry overnight.
I painted the canvas board beneath it in Liquitex Brilliant yellow-green.

3. Brush Elmer's glue on the back of the designs.
Place the painted plastic, glue side down, on the base.
I put bricks on top. 
Let it dry. When dry, gently pull the plastic off. Some of the paint might come off as well, creating a weathered look.

Make more designs the same way. 
Let the paint dry.
Cut the designs out when the paint is dry.
I made simple fish in Liquitex Prussian Blue Hue and a red-orange curved piece (Liquitex Naphthol crimson + Turner's Yellow.)

Experiment with placement of the designs.
When it looks good, glue them down. Let the glue dry.
When the glue is dry, pull the plastic off and leave the designs.
I could add more layers of design and color, using the same technique, but I have challenged myself to make one small piece each week, using a different inspiration every time.

Jun 14, 2017

Ice cubes cure my shuddering sink

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

This morning the appliance repairman said, “You have a wonderful sink."

“Very good quality,” he said. 

“I also like your garbage disposal,” he added.

Made my day.

Sunday my sink shuddered suddenly .I thought I knew the answer because I Googled it. The paddles were not aligned, maybe.  
But, no. He said something jammed in the side of the grinder thing and threw it off balance. Most likely it was the package of garbage disposal cleaner that I’ve been using. “Throw that stuff away right now!” he said, and I did. 

Perhaps you already know his way to clean your disposal: every week put a handful of ice cubes in it and grind away. Then once a month or so sprinkle scouring powder on the ice cubes.  

Earlier today I got a call from Washington state — my cousin Damien, who’d learned I live out here now. Turns out he lived in Sacramento for 30 years, and now he lives near Seattle. We talked for an hour, and I’m sure we’ll meet somewhere along the west coast here. 

Love,
k

Jun 12, 2017

My refrigerator can't scare me

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

You know I love a simple Sunday, and that was today. … except … the garbage disposal is making the sink shudder … and it’s time to replace the filter in the refrigerator and I can’t pry the old one out … and the manual (Yes! I found the manual!) says turn off the water, but I’m not sure where … 

A few months ago I would have been literally shuddering — terrified that the refrigerator would flood, or maybe the sink, and I would be kicked out of my new home. Today I’m pretty sure things will be OK. I'm sitting in the kitchen easy chair right now, and the refrigerator is hulking beside me. I’ll take care of it tomorrow — I know the name of a plumber. 

I hope you had a relaxing Sunday too.

Love,
k



Jun 11, 2017

A box named Saturday

Written last night:

Dear Friends,


Walt Seifert, a journalism professor at OSU, used to repeat, “The way to get a thing done is to do it.” That’s all we had to remember, he said — if you have a piece of paper in your hand, file it immediately. But I still put things aside — I’m starting to pile papers in a box named Saturday. Which was today. It took a couple of hours, but the box is empty now. 

It was a simple Saturday.
Love,
k



Looks like Zing is losing patience with me
I wanted to capture the slanted evening light at the Stanford mansion gate





Jun 10, 2017

Makeup anxiety

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

Marisa is not as exasperated as she looks here. She’s patiently showing me how to put on makeup. I didn’t wear much in laid-back Tallahassee, and after Clark died I stopped wearing any makeup at all — it was kind of like I disappeared — until I geared up again in April, before Gretchen and Rich got married. "Gotta wear makeup for a wedding," the makeup guy told me then — "otherwise you’ll just disappear from the photos.” And very soon Jeffrey and Megan are getting married. I’m sure nobody cares if I wear makeup or not, but to my surprise I’m having fun with it.

Later today my friend Cher and I were talking about anxiety -- I think I have makeup anxiety. Marisa is helping me get over it. She did one side of my face and made me do the other side. Was it my imagination, or were people looking at me crooked as I walked down J Street after that?

Love,
k









Jun 9, 2017

Where the art things are

Written last night:
Dear Friends,

Today this collage is close to finished. 
It's my first actual project since Clark died. I loved making it and in the process I learned where  all my art things are! 

Love,
k


First the chill, then the sun
silk,  gold leaf,watercolor and acrylic paint
on canvas panel
12" x 12"

Jun 8, 2017

Connecting then with now

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

This morning I had a visit from Tallahassee friends Marsha and Frank, and while they were here it seemed so normal that I almost took them for granted. It was just like when they would stop by and talk with Clark and me. But since they left I have been feeling grateful over and over, deeper and deeper. — I just mean Wow! — how nice of them to stop on their drive to see relatives in San Francisco. We talked for two hours and they promised to come again next summer.

Their first impression was Sacramento’s trees, how green the place is, and I found myself being proud of the city as if I belong here. Then our conversation was peppered with casual references to Clark — how he grasped the world with a historical perspective and in a positive way, how he understood politics and cars and the way a refrigerator works. It wasn’t eulogizing — far from it! — it was just connecting then with now in a natural way that I loved. It was good to be with friends who shared Clark with me.

Love,
k

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