What attracts me to woodcut printing is the sincerity of the materials. There is a quality to the print that reflects the natural process by which the wood is made…the texture of the imperfections…
I took a course with Dan Miller (an AMAZING Woodcut Artist - look him up!) at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts last winter and he shared with me (among many very precious gems of information) this wooden registration device he makes for his students. It's really simple…made from plywood, a few 1 x 2's and some edging, glue, nails, and a hammer. It gives me a firm support to hand print on (with a wooden spoon) and helps me to line up the Japanese Mulberry paper.
Who doesn't love a clothesline?!!
I am a great admirer of bees. The subject of this fable by Aesop thereby caught my attention. I am a middle school art teacher and this work of mine (begun in April!) inspired an Aesop's Fable assignment that my 9th grade students completed in Linocut (no wood at school). As usual I was amazed by the variety of directions my students took this idea.
Julia Rix lives in Elkins Park and teaches Art and ESL at Abington Junior High School. Her work has been published in Philadelphia Stories and exhibited in art centers throughout the Philadelphia area. She is a member of several artist organizations, namely MamaCITA, Prints Link Philadelphia and the American Color Print Society. In March 2014 she will be speaking in San Diego at the National Conference for the National Art Education Association.
From Diana: Dan Miller taught my woodcut class 30 years ago at PAFA. He's over 80 now. He's on my best teacher list (though I wasn't wild about woodcut). From his Facebook page: "Feeling the sympathy of wood I have gravitated over the years toward the woodcut and wood sculpture. But material is only the beginning. The task has been to make personal what the material allows." He's been saying that to students for a very long time.
wabi; harmony, peace, balance. a sense of fullness and content with simplicity of self being not just enough but ripe with possibility, potential sabi; meaning the bloom of time, the celebration of wrinkles, graying hair for instance
this phrase means much more, of course. a life could be spent wondering over and discovering wabi and sabi and wabi sabi.
i thank you deeply for your healing thoughts, well wishes, advice and concern. you can't imagine how much you are all appreciated. i wish to be able to reply to each one of you, but that is difficult right now, of course.
a difficult week to wind up a difficult month. the day before my surgery, jon called at noon to say he'd be home in an hour. he'd been laid off from work along with 79 other employees. while our hearts skipped a beat, there was a great sense of relief. his past 2 (of nearly 14) years have been unbearable.
and we return to harsh times budget: splitting wood, cutting coupons, and a buying freeze. things we've done before over our 36 years together: making do with much less.
there has been sleeping, emergency discussions regarding healthcare insurance, and more than a few tense moments, followed by apologies, trips down memory lane and light-hearted jokes. my favorite defense mechanism.
thanks to pain meds, my attention span has been mouse size, drawing is difficult - hard to focus. i am unable to stitch so instead drew some stitches.
today i woke up feeling better. tuesday the cast comes off. i wish you all a good relaxing weekend and hope to return soon to my normal blogging. including capital letters. xo - diana
Next Tuesday I go in for hand surgery. I'll be splinted for one week and then the nerve damage should begin to repair itself.
The feeling should be completely back in about a year. The last three weeks have been very upside down.
In the midst of all of the sickness and injury, my daughter and her husband (I still smile when I say that) moved to Chicago. Lots of chaos but they are settling in.
I'm thinking Yellow right now and Gray. Monochromatic (what?!). Yes. I am going to try some monochrome and see where it leads me. I need a little challenge and excitement to get me through. I had to cancel my Little Bird stitch class (heartbreak) but it will be rescheduled. I'll get up again.