Today I created a ribbon fiasco in my studio. There is currently a web of ribbons and strings stretched across my side of the room, hanging and looping from the beams and duct work. It's a setup for my next painting. I was careful to contain the mayhem to my side of the room, but I'm still sort of hoping my studio-mate steers clear of the studio this week. She might get tangled.I've been working through some ideas for a new series of larger watercolor and gouache paintings. I'm an avid journal-keeper. My journals are kind of ugly and utilitarian--a kind of mad, stream of consciousness scrawl. But I love them anyway, and try to pizzazz them up with purple sparkly gel pens. I have friends who keep gorgeous journals. Sometimes I get a little bit covetous and try to make mine beautiful too. But then the journal becomes all stilted and loses its function for me. So in the end I always revert to the mad scrawl.
I traded Deb some of my painted eggs and got the two paintings on the left in return. The two on the right were wedding presents.