The word “palimpsest” is one I’ve always loved. It properly refers to manuscripts which have been covered up by later ones, where the original is still partly visible. I’ve been playing with a new way of painting, a kind of layering and scraping-off process. My camera barely works, so I can’t take a decent photo tonight, but it doesn’t matter; these are just a couple of the test fragments I’ve been doing in the past few days. I’m intrigued by the effects I can get with paint and chalk, where I carve some of the lines into the wood, and then go through a series of painting, chalking, and erasing layers.
Category Archives: Art
The Green Man and the marketplace
Now, I do like the marketplace. Selling artwork is enormously gratifying. But I haven’t yet figured out the balance between pure art (making things that one feels driven to make, regardless of whether they interest anyone else), and commercial art (making things in response to marketplace demand.)
This is a boringly typical dilemma, faced by anyone who likes to make art. I’ve bounced back and forth in my variegated art career, producing some purely commercial work (custom-designed business cards, signs, drawings of people’s houses) and some purely personal (oil paintings, abstract raku clay vessels, porcelain mosaics). I have a little bit of skill in WAY too many media, and the result is confusion. The curse of the dilettante.
There are definitely artists who succeed splendidly in both arenas: by pursuing their own strong vision, they create unique works of art which have natural charisma in the marketplace. I hope to be one of those artists after this studio-building, sorting-out phase.
My Forest Folk arose from a lifelong sense of kinship with trees, and also from ancient myths of green man, wood wife, and horned god. There was never anything cute about these archetypes. They are wild and fierce and undomesticated, even dangerous. Yet, the Forest Folk figures I created had become disturbingly quaint and my customers were using words like “adorable” and “charming”.
So, I stopped making them. I have to figure out how to bring forth the original raw archetype which moved me in the first place before I can begin again.
Story-telling
Human beings make stories, live by stories. I’m seized by a fascination with all aspects of story-telling, from the true kind that you hear on The Moth to the ritual forms of oral history to the kind of story-telling that results in urban legends. I want to think more about this, and to initiate storytelling somehow among us here on the island. There’s a lot of local thought being given to sustainability in the form of food and fuel, but I’d like to think about cultural sustainability. Can story-telling among ourselves preserve something crucial? Do we need a storehouse of legends just as we need a full root cellar?
The dilettante in November
November, the economy seems to be teetering on the edge of some kind of dramatic implosion, and we moved back home to the island last spring to become artisans and sell what we make? How exactly is that going to work?
Etsy sales are slow, but then I’m not doing a lot of promotion for my Etsy shop. It seems that a lot of Etsy artists use their blogs as marketing tools to direct people to their shops, and I find that to be a terminally boring use for a perfectly good blog. The raku kiln is on hold til I have a place to spread out my clay, and I’m doggedly assembling Cedar Spirits in preparation for the one Christmas fair where they’re actually likely to sell.
So, when I’m not washing clothes (by hand, in the sink), or baking bread, or hacking through salmonberry canes, I’m mostly writing and oil painting. It’s what I like best anyway, and if I’m not going to be selling my art, I might as well do the kind of art I enjoy the most.
This fish tile is actually an old piece, because I’m not willing to put my new pieces out in front of the world yet. It’s a sculpted piece of bisqueware, experimentally painted with oil paint. Maybe I’ll post it on Etsy and see what happens…





Paring down the distractions
great horned owl, ink on stone
Now that I have my days divided up into homestead days and art/writing days, I find that I want to simplify even further. For now, the art/writing days have changed into pure art days. And I’m spending hours and hours doing art, working with oil paint. Every time I simplify, my productivity soars. When I have a camera, I can post some of my new work.