An Artist's Quest

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Getting the Word Out

Hey all, long time no blog… the pace of my life most definitely is speeding up the older I get! I’m just here to share a couple of things I’ve been working on. I have two technique articles out in a couple of national creative magazines. In Cloth Paper Scissors Magazine March/April issue I contributed an article about creating art on the iPad then printing on fabric and in Quilting Arts Magazine April/May issue I have an article about monoprinting on fabric and making an art quilt. I’m happy to be a contributor to these fine magazines it gives me the opportunity to share some of my mixed media trick and techniques with the wider world. You can get your hands on these magazines by following these links Quilting Arts Magazine & Cloth Paper Scissors Magazine.

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Here is one of the art quilts made from monoprint fabric that is featured in the Quilting Arts issue 92. I’m teaching a class on this technique “Gelli Print to Art Quilt in One Day” on Sunday March 25th  from 10am- 4pm at The Bishop’s Ranch in Healdsburg CA. There is still room for a few more creative explorers- to sign up email me at artist@lisathorpe.com or go to http://lisathorpe.com/classes.html to learn more.

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If you can’t come to this class no worries I’d be happy to set up a custom workshop for you and your friends , your quilt guild, your women’s group – you can come to me or I can come to you – contact me to find out more – artist@lisathorpe.com

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Equality & Justice for ALL

Equality and Justice for all

I’m going to the Women’s March in Sacramento this Saturday. I want to explain why and urge you to participate too. For me, this is beyond politics; it is about a basic human right – the right to feel safe and secure in your own body. To be able to propel your destiny by virtue of your deeds and designs not hindered by those who would dismiss and diminish another human based simply on the shape, color, age, and agility of their body or who and how they love. If you are someone who has been lucky in life and never been stifled or stymied, hindered or harmed because of the body you inhabit then you are blessed – give thanks. With that blessing comes responsibility. Listen to the sisters, mothers, daughters, sons, fathers, and brothers around you – listen to their stories with open hearts. If you are a sister, mother, daughter, son, father, brother who has experienced this indifference, intolerance and injustice then share your story with an open heart. We can unite in this common cause – Equality and Justice for ALL.

Martin Luther King spoke this truth “Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable. Even a superficial look at history reveals that no social advance rolls in on the wheels inevitability. Every step towards the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.” If you can’t march Saturday, then write a letter to your representative, make a donation to an organization fighting of justice or speak your truth to someone who needs to hear what you know in your heart to be true.

Please pass this message on – feel free to download the poster to print out and share with others.


Thinking of Mark

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“The Space between Heaven and Earth” currently showing at the Mendocino Art Center

My cousin Mark died today and I feel compelled to write about him and how I feel. He was just a few years older than me, 57- I think, and he died of cancer that had spread within his body. Mercifully he only knew for a couple of weeks and, I’m told wasn’t in much pain even at the last. That’s comforting, I think, at least comforting to me. He was an extraordinary man, full of wit and wisdom, sarcasm and sweetness. He was one of the strongest, most persistent people I’m sure I’ll ever meet. You see when he was in his teens he began showing the signs of muscular dystrophy, and while the disease weakened his muscles he carried on his life – he lived and learned and loved and though he was in a wheel chair for decades he was fiercely independent and spent most of his adult life advocating for people with disabilities. This paragraph is not enough, no words will be enough, but I wanted you to know, I want you to know he was here on this earth, he was important.

As a sometimes confused and always questioning Christian, I don’t really know what happens when we die. My dad shared his thoughts a few days before his death: at birth we are in one place warm and familiar and then there is a great commotion and we are in another place distinctly different and death seems to be like that, we are in one familiar place and then a great commotion and now to another place. This is a comforting way for me to think of death, as a rationalist I know we are made of cells, and molecules and atoms, particles of dancing protons and electrons. When we die those things still exist in the universe but their purpose is changed, they break apart and reconfigure but are still here. The molecules of Mark’s last breath still float in the air repurposed, reclaimed but here among us just the same.

I watched a documentary awhile back about the Tibetan Book of the Dead. It was fascinating and illuminating. One scene I remember is at the bedside of a man who had just died. The tradition calls for prayers and chants to be sustained around the body for many hours (perhaps days?) to encourage the floating spirit to not be afraid and to not jump into the first living thing to pass in front of the suspended soul – in essence cheering the departed one to reach for a higher level existence in the cycle of reincarnation. Oddly today as I thought of Mark I thought why not try out the strong body of the grasshopper. Wouldn’t it be lovely for him to bound and leap with such strong legs? Besides a grasshopper lifespan is short – within the year he could leap his way into a flitting, flying sparrow and try that body for a while, there is much to learn from the little sparrows strong wings, I’m sure. Three years from then perhaps a wise old owl will suit Mark’s fancy, soaring above us all in the long cool night air. Or maybe a dolphins body would fit well, how playful and lithe he would be let loose from that heavy damn wheel chair.

So just incase, I put the cricket I found in my kitchen this afternoon gently outside and whispered in my cupped hands before I let it go – you’re free now JUMP!


Your One Job

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This Painting will be at the Mendocino Art Center Gallery as part of my solo show from November 1st-22nd.

Hello friends, it’s been a busy week with a busier weekend; lot’s of lists and check marks and more things added to the list. This morning I’m heading out to Incarnation Church to lead a All Souls and Saints Icon making workshop for 20. I have a long list of materials to pack in the car to get on my way. As I was dashing up the driveway to my studio to load the car a wonderful vista over the vineyards emerged: golden rows of vines, a silky layer of fog ribboning above the river beyond and two brightly colored hot air balloons floating above.  I took a glace and told myself I’ve got no time to stop – get the car loaded and get going- my head told me.  As I dashed into my studio I saw this painting propped against the wall ready to take to my Mendocino show, it gently reminded me – your one job is to observe this brilliant moment -and so my heart listened and I stopped walked out on the patio, drank in the moist morning air, let the sun warm my face, watched the birds out flank the floating balloons and gave thanks.

This is just a little reminder to me and you  (now I’ve got to go – I have a workshop to lead!)

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Peace Be Upon You

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It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged – I’ve been working hard to get ready for a solo show at the Mendocino Art Center.  I’m loving the work I’ve done for the show and I’ll share it with you through the next few weeks.

As many of you know I live up in Sonoma County in Northern California, I’m sure you couldn’t miss the news of horrible fires up here. I’m relived to let you know that  West of the Russian River where I am was unscathed.  The tension and fear pervaded the area and everyone in the area was touched in small and big ways by the devastation.  I painted this triptych during the week of the fires as my way to calm my nervous energy and direct the unknown into something I know how to do.  I know how to paint, so I painted.  It brought me peace to do the work and it is my small offering to those who have lost so much.

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The Mendocino Art Center show begins November 1st through Thanksgiving. The opening is November 11th from 5-8pm. If you happen to live in Mendocino area or close by I hope you can come. Mendocino Art Center info


Knowing

A knowing look, a knowing smile…. the older I get the more I know I don’t know much. I don’t know the depths of someone’s pain, the meaning behind the smile, the gesture, the tone. The more I know the less certain I am of my certainty. That’s a good thing, I think. I’m teaching myself to be less judgmental, reminding myself I don’t really know what is behind or underneath the surface, that I can’t really walk in anyone’s shoes but mine. This painting is about the idea that the only way to know anyone or anything I must share myself – a laying bare, a nakedness, an openness. I’m thanking Eve in this painting; she is sharing the apple with me, telling me that to know any true thing at all I must share my true, naked self. I’ll try – the first bite is crisp and tart, sweet and juicy – like life, like love, like living.

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I am furiously painting for a November show at the Mendocino Art Center this Fall. This painting and more will be a part of my solo show there. The opening is November 11th 5-8pm if you happen to be a Mendocino resident I hope you’ll meet me there.

Check out my schedule of workshops for the next nine months – I hope you can join me and get your creative juices flowing. Creative Workshops


Fruits of Our Labors- ANTICIPATION

Spring brings blossoms, summer brings fruit, and fall brings libations!

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From my art journal done this spring with the apple blossoms. I’ll do a “Still Life With Hard Cider” when the time comes.

Last weekend some friends invited us to help them pick and press apples. We picked pounds and pounds of apples, brought by the wheelbarrow full to the press. Then we washed and dropped the apples into a mechanical chopper. The chopped apples were then put into an old-fashioned crank juice press. We took turns washing, chopping and cranking – filling jugs of apple juice to freeze for drinking later. Then we juiced more, about 20 gallons more in fact. This juice is now bubbling and brewing and becoming hard cider. This process is way beyond my skills, I’m leaving it up to a master mixer, but since I volunteered to pick and press… this fall I’ll get to taste. Not bad pay!

I have a years worth of workshops lined up on the calendar go to my website to see what’s happening and how to sign up! http://lisathorpe.com/classes.html