Monday, July 25, 2016

Rialto Beach with Katie and Mike

Cloudy, misty, foggy, rainy....BUT blue holes appearing
 We've been planning this trip for a while. It's not easy to find all of us free for a day. It had been sunny and bright for my trip to the Seattle Art Museum  the previous day with Jan and Steve. Overcast mornings often clear into sunny afternoons here in the Northwest.

I kept Insisting that the weather would clear...even though I didn't quite believe it...should have had more faith in myself...good lesson.

Mike is my Tai Chi Teacher

He says that some day I will be able to do the forms on pebbles, as he beautiful!

Sea stacks emerging
Rialto Beach in Fog 7/22/16
 I knew I needed to live near salt water
Finally moved here in 2005

Weather changing slowly

Sea stacks gradually became more visible...I kept assuring Mike and Katie that the sun would come out

Good friends make this HOME!

Textured base of large tree that has been in salt water a long time. I'm collecting textures to layer in PhotoShop

Dried seaweed to draw

We arrived in a rainy/misty sort of thing that is common in the Northwest...we don't mind, the weather keeps us hydrated

Selfie with wet hair and sea stacks starting to come out of the mist

Katie planned our trip around a minus tide, black satiny rocks

We could have almost walked to these stacks, but might have had to wait 12 hours for next low tide 

I could just stand staring at the water, hearing it, smelling it--for hours on end.
I'm ready to go back
Rialto is about a 2-hour drive from my house...
the time went so quickly!

Gourmet pizza at Pacific Pizza in Forks...YUM!

Monday, July 18, 2016

Use the Good Stuff!

Jan Dove, with new work on silk...She led us in a mini marbleizing Workshop

Making things instead of saving
Marbleized Fabric
Jan’s studio
Women together, making things
The magic of ink on heavy water

Doll silhouette in tiny beads, beaded hair

Second piece of marbleized fabric: Shoulders

First marbleized piece waiting for more fabric and stitching

But I said I wasn’t going to accumulate anything more!

I designed 3 pieces, one to use each of the pieces of marbleized fabric I made...
Shows do serve their purpose
Finish for the Fiber Arts Festival in Sequim at the beginning of October.

Monday, July 11, 2016

What is the Point of Making Art?

My back yard, 7/16. I've been building it...with the help of nature...since 2006

What is the point of making Art?
Does it require a purpose
Beyond  helping to make
Our lives and our consciousness
Of self

July close flowers from downtown PA

The brightest yellow, the richest purples
The air quivering with bees
They seem to know
I’ve build this place
For us.

I'm collecting images to use as...

Photoshop layers...when I get time

Monday, July 04, 2016

Interdependance Day...I hope

Two Versions of the same doll from a sketch in one of my journals
Blog 7/4/16 I hope you are all subscribed to Brain Pickings…a regular Sunday blog by Maria Popova with lots of thoughtful ideas and images. She has me thinking about my own mental health, as does the lecture last week at our library on Brain Health by Dr Kristoffer Rhoads from UW. We create our own reality…and we are responsible for what we create.

Finding people with whom we feel safe—Vital to our mental health.
The brain stem is activated when people are faced with the threat of annihilation
Constant stress response, as in our media/political/corporate-run world now

Sketches for three of the dolls on this page...I can't stop making things

Trauma robs us of our sense of control over our lives and experiences
Then our brain function is less efficient and rich than it could be
We are herded into pathways of fear, directed against the Imaginary Other
Created by press and politicians and powers
Who want to control what we do, how we vote,
The decreasing standards we now accept as normal

“The challenge of recovery is to reestablish ownership of your body
and your mind—of your self. This means feeling free to know what you know
and to feel what you feel without becoming overwhelmed, enraged, ashamed
or collapsed.”  Van der Kolk

One-armed Icon...I'm trying to think of a nobler name

Vigils help us share positive feelings,
Even of sadness.
My brother told me
How many times he felt afraid
Growing up gay.
How many times I felt afraid and demeaned
Growing up female…and with an abusive partner
For 17 years.

The point is, cherish Your Self
Cherish this Living Planet
And ALL who inhabit it.


The fireworks are exploding...people held out til this evening with the current ban
Fire and noise...what drives people to need this drama?
We have a lot of work to do in the next months and years
To follow up our Declaration of Independence from England
With resolve to nurture Interdependence with all our fellow citizens
Not give in to Anyone manipulating us into 
fear and despair...

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Learning (trying) to Take it Easy


Learning to allow myself to Take It Easy, along with continuing the joy of creation...
sometimes just a collage
Some self pressure is knowing my delight in discovery
Remnants of the childhood guilt of no looking busy enough for Mom not to assign me a task

Making collages helps me to see what I think

When there are so many pressures in the world, why make things....Why not?

Collage, telling stories, many eyes looking on

Small plants emerging between stones,
Fat bees rumbling in pink flowers, then purple, then yellow...
A flower for every season, a bee for every flower

Collages of my life, an ancestor, my great grandfather from Scottland

Rock upon rock...all different
We are made from tiny particles
of all that came before us.

What do we leave?

Tuesday, June 21, 2016


See my for last week's blog and my determination to forgive myself for being less than perfect in meeting my own (My Mother's?) overly high Calvinist standards for Productivity. There is so much room for so much talent and creativity! Be a part of it...don't let ideas or fears  intimidate you.

Cloud Collecting

From the window over my computer

If I get distracted by the clouds over my computer desk, it's OK, and a way of celebrating my eleven years on the Olympic Peninsula. I arrived here eleven years ago today in my Honda Civic, the first New car I bought myself, with my mother and all the Most Important stuff I drove here from Saugerties, NY. Leaving my Last Partner--as opposed to my Last Dutchess--finding a new place and way(s) of being.

I'm back taking college courses, this time in computer graphics and publishing to help me be able to do things I want to do...maybe encourage others to do the same.

I love the open and dramatic skies here

If they distract me from work now, it's OK

I visit a beach at least once a week

and see the mountains daily

Bit by bit, I finish paintings

and collages, and fabric journals...

Thank you, Doug, Hugh, David for wanting the ancestor fabric journals

and I start...and dolls,

though no one seems to want them these days.

I was born a Maker, so that's what I continue to do

Monday, June 13, 2016

Enjoying Where I Am!

People from all over the world come to my neighborhood for vacations. I am so very lucky to be living close to mountains and beaches in a place where I can afford to maintain a 1700 square foot home with a view of Canada (when the leaves are off the trees). Three of my brothers and their families live in Seattle, so I have the benefit of places to stay in the city. They also enjoy country get aways with me.

Rocks at Murdoch beach

Low tide at Murdoch Beach

When Hugh's wife had a singing in Oklahoma (the state) this weekend, he came over for a visit, and we fit in a whole group of local sights. Katie, Jan, and Diane had already planned to go to Murdoch or Round Rock beach on Saturday, so Hugh drove us to search for the perfectly round (like a hardball) and hot dog-shaped rocks mostly found in this one place. We each found some, Jan took photos, and we went on to the beach at the mouth of the Elwah, where sediment from the dam removal is creating a constantly-changing landscape.

Beside the trail, I discovered one of the famous PA painted rocks, like a watermelon

 Beside the path I saw an unusual bit of color and discovered it was one of the famous painted Port Angeles Rocks. I understand that there's a Facebook for them: Paint, place, document. Our many flat smooth rocks make great canvases.

Tree stump well-smoothed by years of water and sand

In spite of the mixed clouds and sun, Hugh and I went to Hurricane Ridge the next day, the other end of the height spectrum, from sea level to a mile high. unlike another June when we visited, there were only scattered patches of snow...I worry about drinking water for the coming summer.

Me above the clouds, many wildflowers, lupins, paintbrush beside the trail

A patch of snow remaining in a north-facing hollow. the strip of light blue is the Strait of Juan de Fuca

Hugh looking out over the peaks...some snow there, but not as much as usual

Being above the clouds is pretty amazing

Check out your own neighborhood...what wonders can you discover?