co-create

As it seems the shapes will change in front of my open eyes and move to something recognizable. Then the shapes will change and the hands will move. The image becomes obvious, the path clear. I have found a new direction a million times over and it never wants to stop. I enjoy these journeys. A million journeys a month into oblivion, pulling out by the hair in a rather neanderthal scene an image from my psyche. Then the delicate dance of creation begins. Popping the pages with razor sharp edges. Crystallizing the air. This is my little creation dance. My fire dance within that abyss. Tools work, hands move and suddenly a face emerges. Hello to you friend! Where have you been? Well these things would tell me their story had they the time, but mostly they choose to move within their own realm leaving me in mystery for some time before the break in the dam begins again. Movement. I detect movement just up ahead. Running like blood, the pen acting as a hatchet carving out the space, the ink gushes. Hold it up and move again. It won't be happy until it's unleashed on the page.

thoughtz

Wild Berry zinger, Peppermint, lemon, stripes and origami, polka dots, swirls and curlicues, zebras, fan dango, elephant blue. Artistic maze, labyrinth styles and stilettos. cosmo mama ivy, cinnamon and plums. Nook and cranny. Like to be a granny. spindles, tendrils, sea green and orange. In the night kitchen, mommy? Dishes make me feel fun when I'm with Curty.

the Eagles have landed!

Check out this unique view of a bald eagle's nest. It's located in Virginia. I tried checking it out at night and realized it would be dark... so daylight for me is the best viewing time for online.
http://www.wvec.com/marketplace/microsite-content/eagle-cam.html

image recall

As I study and buckle down seriously in my reading endeavors, I am thrust into images and places where my visualist is constantly taking notes. I have met new characters in pen and ink, acrylic and polymer as I pass over the endless words of inspiration. There is indeed no place like home because for me home is my library, my studio and my writer's desk. Home is my dream place and my cradle. My mind wanders home. My hands wish to create that which congeals in my minds eye. These things I had felt were separate entities are indeed cast from the same well of inspiration. They are connected functions that depend on eachother. I find this limitless space where creation is possible and although I sometimes stand on the porch wondering how to get in, I then have access through an open window. The seasons and natural cycle and wheel of time affect the creative process as well. These readings come to me as buds of a tree, inspired by the season from which they burst. I deliberate over the choice of those to take, to ingest and to use for inspired creation. The world within flourishes as it mirrors the world without.

Building Momentum

Firing up all engines in the art output stage I have also delved into that ever-elusive area of my artwork - presentation. I finally have a website all my own and this makes me very excited, nervous and overwhelmed. www.penhooligan.com
I am currently working on five different aspects to be represented on my site: photopaint photography, polymer clay, acrylic paintings, scherenschnitte and pen and ink drawing. I appreciate any and all feedback/critiques as they will help me use this platform more efficiently and effectively. I do not look to sell online as of now but I am using this site as a gallery to bring my work into the open. Also if a party is interested, I am more than willing on working on a meeting place to be able to physically show the art. I am also happy to be announcing movement of the artwork. I am hoping on bringing two large-scale, framed pen and ink drawings a piece to two different galleries and pushing that showing on my site along with the other artists in the area. On the backburner-for now-are the cards and prints I wish to produce. So now the creative crazies are flowing and my mind is exploding with different ways to go, which in the past has always been my downfall, but lately I am finding a path in the dense forest of my thoughts.

fortune faces

So the faces of the artworks are always coming and going under my pen or brush or hands... the immoveable objects of internal strife and struggle are always there. I find that it is strange in a way to delve into these things artistically however lately I'm comfortable with the thought of being able to work these things in. Some faces I learn to manipulate... if they are for hatred or pain, I work them to the opposite side, trying to improve my life and my images and my expression. Hopefully this will reverse the negative aspects of myself. The creative output being a ritual for change.

my own personal legion

Lately it seems that with my own personal growth and exploration I have found more friends on the inside. What do I mean by "on the inside"? Well they are all in my mind. These friends span history and speak to me on different levels and are currently helping me piece together my own personal art story. For me this is more than an act of hands, it's a belief or a religious path I feel I'm following. The entire time that's the way it's been. I just needed to take it seriously which I always had a hard time doing. Now I have friends, don't misunderstand. I really haven't been "alone" per se but with life comes times of feeling lonely no matter how many friends we actually have and sometimes it's about appreciating those around us or seeing how we've taken these relationships for granted. Art has always been a friend and I'm learning on a deeper level than ever before. I have realized I make relationships with the images and internalize them. They affect me on an emotional level. They have become my "friends". They reveal to me truths about myself... some truths I couldn't find on my own or weren't obvious. Certain past artists do this for me as well. I feel as though I am digging in my quest and so I'm finding more and more. These artists come and go. They tell their story and suddenly I can visit it. This has made my own art story more enjoyable. I am able to find endless advice from centuries of voices. This is a powerful thing.