| Our cat loves to be part of any activity |
| Valentine's Day card from Bill |
| Our cat loves to be part of any activity |
| Valentine's Day card from Bill |
As I turned the page on my calendar, I saw a quote suggesting that little things add up to big ideas. In other words, small rituals can accumulate to provide a foundation for our lives.
A friend works the New York Times mini crossword puzzle each day. I do too. It helps me wake up and shows me if my mind is either sluggish or sharp that morning. If it's Thursday, I also do the two Cryptogram puzzles published in the San Francisco Chronicle. I have a cup of tea and then a latte before I start doing morning chores. Bill opens the back door and stands quietly on the deck for a brief moment before he returns to his day. Another friend gets up early and walks up to five miles around town. A neighbor for many years walked at sunrise, stopped and prayed to the sun. All small rituals.
| Fountain of Ideas by Martha Slavin |
Our dishwasher has been broken since Halloween (too many spooky events last year?). Though the repairman has apologized profusely because the first replacement part was broken and the second was the wrong one, the dishwasher still sits waiting to be fixed. In the meantime, Bill and I wash and dry dishes, a small task that gives us a few minutes together. Bill developed "dishpan hands" in reaction to the soap we use, so now I do the washing with gloves on and he dries. Standing together, putting dishes away, walking back and forth around each other, we do what I call the kitchen dance. Small things.
We both retreat to our workspaces where I bring up a blank document on my computer and start writing snippets for my blog that have been circling around in my head during the weekend. Sometimes one snippet (like this one) will continue to grow. Other times I may end up with several starters that I file away in my Blog Ideas file, which now numbers 153 separate idea morsels. Some, such as Out of Time, Compost, and Myths to Live By, make me stop and reconsider their concepts. Others stay in the Ideas file because they ran out of gas in one paragraph, or I read what I've written and realized my writing doesn't have the point that I want to express. When people ask me if I ever get stuck for an idea, I can explain about my Blog Idea file that gets me going. Small rituals.
This week as I sit at my computer, I start writing about the sight of a young bunny outside our kitchen window. I want to draw or paint him, so I set the story aside. I watch the morning dogwalkers parade past my window. Often they stop and talk to each other as their dogs sniff and jump at each other. There's a story there somewhere. Then I move to the idea of how water and shadows change the shape of objects, but my thoughts end quickly on that one. Then I turn to a collection of tin wind-up toys that I am drawing. All of these ideas end up in my file for later. I go outside and walk around our yard taking photos of the colors of January and find new growth on shrubs and trees that are just starting to unfold in our out-of-season warm weather. I tuck that idea away too.
| The Sun, Light as a Feather by Martha Slavin |
All these small rituals that begin my week add up. I recollect the phrase that made our son groan sometimes when we reminded him of the Three P's: Practice, Perseverance, and Persistence Pay Off. He las learned that lesson well. Small rituals.
January first in California fools the eye. I imagine people watching the Rose Parade see the spectacular blue skies and the craggy San Gabriel Mountains that fringe the Los Angeles Basin and are inspired to move to California. Blue skies or not, mornings in January can be cold, cold enough to do not much more than grab the paper and run back inside. I just have time to look over the ground to find January's small textures. Textures are the music in artwork. They create rhythm, patterns, and repetition that guide our eyes across the various parts of a piece of art or photography.
Sights and Sounds of Winter Texture
The scrunch of snow
Bare trees reflected in a puddle of water
The one-note whistle of a bird high in a bare tree
The crackle of dry leaves.
The screech of a hawk staring down, feathers ruffled
The caw of a crow
Frozen sap from a dead tree
The rush of a swollen creek
The clatter of thin ice sheets splattered on the ground
The constant high-pitched whine of leaf or snow blowers
The flutter of chickadee wings
The sparkle of ice crystals hanging in the 20 degrees below zero air
on a sunny day (in Utah)
The water foam around rocks as the rain-swollen creek cascades down
The snow tucked into cold corners
Lime green moss reaching around rock walls in California winter
In the January doldrums, sometimes I go back to a skill as a good way to start practice for the new year. I've always drawn and painted faces. With acrylic paint, I can experiment more and correct mistakes by layering paint and using texture.
| BLUE EYES by Martha Slavin gesso, acrylic paint, torn paper napkins, graphite pencil |
| FEMALE by Martha Slavin gesso, strips of paper, acrylic paint, stencils FEMALE is now on view at the online Las Laguna Gallery exhibit |
For HIDDEN WITHIN, I sprayed watercolor ink on thin pieces of paper, I also used the ink stopper from the bottle to draw lines and add dots. I glued these all together with matt medium, added a face, and then stenciled through doilies for more texture. My last step was the doily frame around the face.
| HIDDEN WITHIN by Martha Slavin Torn paper, stencils, splattered watercolor ink, doilies |
These two paintings show how much change can result because of layering. I was dissatisfied with the first attempt, so I used a different palette of colors on top of the dry surface. I used stencils to add pattern and texture, and drew with regular drawing pencils to highlight the features of the face. Maybe I will do another version on top!
| Draft #1 |
| Finished or not? |
Here are some of the materials I used to paint these faces:
Check out the latest online exhibit, Human Faces & Figures, at the Las Laguna Gallery in Laguna, California. Since it is online they are able to showcase many more pieces than they could display in their gallery. The artwork is presented in alphabetical order so you have to scroll through a lot until you get to mine, FEMALE. Click on each image to see the entire work.
| Winter birds in our neighborhood |
My workroom waits for me. I am reminded that in Japan the week called o-souji between Christmas and New Year's is a big clean-up time for Japanese families. I'm late to get started because the holidays have filled my life with everything but art projects. Now I am eager to make a fresh start in the new year. My workroom needs a good clean-out. I prompt myself to pick one stack at a time.
First, I have a box of washi paper and old wrapping paper, tucked in the bookshelves beside my table that I can ignore most of the time.
I pull out the box. I cut the paper into pieces and make designs for holiday cards for next year. I congratulate myself for getting so far ahead of schedule for the next December season. Now, all I need to do is remember where I put them twelve months from now.
I have a week before my watercolor class begins; but first, I am going to clean out my watercolor paint palette. I pry out each dried leftover paint color. I clean the wells and squeeze in a good amount of fresh paint. Next, I need to test my paintbrushes again. The last time I used them they seemed worn out. Since good brushes aren't cheap, I will test them again.
| Two different kinds of palettes: a holder of paint |
To remind me how to mix colors and how to achieve the amount of paint to water that I want when I start a painting, I am going to paint a palette of January colors, the soft greys, browns, and greens that cover the ground and color the birds rooting around for seed. But first, I need to find space on my worktable to lay down my paper to paint my winter color palette. With these simple clean-ups and preparations, I have performed my own kind of o-souji in my workroom. I am ready for the new year.
| and a piece of paper with swabs of colors mixed together |
Under the platform that had supported the Robert E. Lee statue in Virginia, excavators found a cornerstone box filled with books and other papers, many with pages stuck together, memorabilia of the times, and a Confederate flag. The historians examining the contents of the box had hoped to find an original photo of Lincoln in his coffin. No photo came to the surface. The box contents were a whisper of the past indicating what people wanted the future to know about their moment in time.
I have what seems a time capsule of my own containing papers and other items from my parents. I keep thinking I've gone through it all, only to discover, nestled within other papers, something that draws my attention. This time it is a pamphlet from 1968 with Abraham Lincoln on the cover. In the top right-hand corner, my father's name appears in my mother's careful handwriting. The pamphlet came from Congressman Glen Lipscom, their representative at the time. The pamphlet smells musty and the paper is yellowed. It contains the Republican Platform for 1968, with the inscription, "We must think anew and act anew," a quote from Lincoln. If you are familiar with history, you will know that 1968 was a turbulent time, much like now, with protests over the war in Vietnam, the loss of the US Pueblo, the killings of Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King, the election of Nixon to the Presidency, and also, Apollo orbiting the moon.
I turned the pages of the pamphlet and found a list of inspirational proposals adopted by the Republican Convention that year. As I read the list, I was struck by how much the GOP has strayed from these intentions. During the last Presidential election, the GOP did not offer a platform of purposes and goals as a party. Trump declared his own.
In 1968, the GOP proclaimed:
We must urgently dedicate our efforts towards restoration of peace both at home and abroad.
We must bring about a national commitment to rebuild our urban and rural areas.
We must enable family farm enterprise to participate fully in the nation's prosperity.
We must bring about quality education for all.
We must assure every individual an opportunity for satisfying and rewarding employment.
We must attack the root causes of poverty and eradicate racism, hatred, and violence.
We must give all citizens the opportunity to influence and shape the events of our time.
We must give increasing attention to the views of the young and recognize their key role in our present as well as the future.
We must mobilize the resources, talents, and energy of public and private sectors, to reach these goals, utilizing the unique strength and initiative of state and local governments.
We must re-establish fiscal responsibility and put an end to increases in the cost of living.
These are lofty, worthwhile goals. They ring true today, with many of the issues mentioned still in question. Wouldn't it be wonderful if, in 2022, we look again at our purpose as a people/country, whether as a Republican, Democrat, or Independent and set aside our cynicism, fear, and hyper-individualism to come together to agree that these kinds of common goals are beneficial for all of us? And then work together to bring about the changes we need?
I would add one more goal: we must protect the freedom of the press, and guard against the distribution of falsehoods and disinformation.
2022 will be an important year for all of us.
We will have big decisions to make at the ballot box.
Bundled up in winter coats with the heater blasting, my family would drive around to view our hometown's holiday lights displays. My sister and I would ooh and aah over each house covered in lights or at the nativity scenes spread across the lawns. One house had a whole chorus of wooden carolers singing at the top of their voices. (We wondered what their neighbors thought about the continuous entertainment.) That evening out became a high point of our Christmas festivities. We returned home tired and ready for a cup of hot chocolate.
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| Winters Holiday Parade from Kristine Mietzner |
A friend recently sent me a link to the holiday parade in Winters, California, with every vehicle festooned with lighting. Our neighborhood seems to be especially bright this season as well. We took a trip to Filoli in Woodside for their annual holiday celebration, where both the large house was decorated and the gardens were strewn with lights.
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| Filoli Gardens at twilight by Bill Slavin |
For a list of holiday displays in different areas of the country, check sites such as these for each state:
http://californiachristmaslights.com
https://thriftyminnesota.com/holiday-lights-in-minnesota/
or add your own to this list