My cousin Riki's house in Bangkok is in a village in the middle of a swamp--or what use to be a swamp. When I first visited, in 1997, every house in the village had a boat for the family "car". Houses line the canals--the klong--each with steps down to the water.
We arrived by four wheeled taxi, though. The taxi let us off at the gate of the Buddhist temple. We walked past the crematorium, past the temple, through the 40-60 dogs lounging in the shade. People abandoned dogs at the temple to be cared for; no Pet Protectors there! No neutering or spaying either.
We dragged our suitcases over a narrow foot bridge and came to a sidewalk with water on both sides. Riki's house is along this sidewalk. Her house is on a cement foundation, with the first floor more of an open air family area and the living area on the second floor.
There are watermarks about 1 1/2 feet up the walls of the first floor, left over from occasional floods.
I visited her again in 2009, with my uncle and aunt, Dick and Jean Hall. The Halls were missionaries in Thailand and in Laos in the late 1950's, when the Vietnamese war spilled over into the ongoing civil war in Laos. Dick and Jean took me to visit friends in Thailand and Laos, telling me stories of their lives and people as we traveled. I met the 80 year old dentist who taught Dick to pull teeth in Namtha. I met the Lao man who was inspired to become a doctor when, as a child of 8, he watched Dick do surgery on a man with a shotgun wound to his face. I met many such people and heard their stories!
I plan to create a book, using my sketches and notes of that trip, featuring Dick and Jean's stories. As I develop this project, I plan to send out occasional posts such as this one. You are welcome to comment!
Sometimes I walk down the hill to Tramp Harbor Beach, through the little community of Ellisport and on down to KVI beach. I cross the bridge where the children and I sometimes play "Pooh sticks". We throw sticks into the fast running current and rush to the other side to see whose stick comes out first. The pool drained by the current is dry at low tide; killdeer skitter across the mud. When the tide is in, Mallards swim there.
One day when I got home, I sketched the my favorite memories of the day.
I'm doing a long overdue studio cleaning and organization and found some pretty cool stuff in old sketch books! I found spot sketches of people in the coffee shop, the store, or where-ever, little water colors of trees or beach, doodles from waiting in lines or riding the ferry. There are Zentangles (patterned doodles), Life Drawings (people who actually posed), and thumbnails for work I might do.
And especially exciting--
Travel sketches from Thialand, Indonesia, Laos, and China
Sketches from sailing in the San Juans and Gulf Islands
Some of these things I plan to work up into a book or three, especially the travel and sailing sketches. In the meantime, while I am sorting through things, would you like a peek into what I am finding?
This is from one of the sketch books I took sailing with me. This Madrona was painted from the deck of our sailboat Sea Change, anchored in our favorite spot in James Bay, Canadian Gulf Islands.
Sea Change is a 32' Pearson Vanguard sloop that Bob and I owned in partnership with friends.
The sketch inspired two paintings on silk; one I gave to my boat partners. This is the one I kept.
I am excited about what I am finding and would like to share some sketches with you. While I'm calling this project "Sketch a Day", I actually plan on sending a sketch 3 x a week, with a little story/explanation about the sketch. If you would like to receive a sketch 3x a week.
When the world seems dark and scary, we need each other. We need ways to connect, to support each other, to create a common vision. Danielle Fodor does this with her art.
I met Danielle on a visit to California; she hosted my husband and I on our trip to learn about olive trees at UC Davis. I love Danielle's work and am impressed by her way of working.
Danielle is a muralist in Davis, CA. She lives with her son Raul and her husband Luis in a housing co-op unit. We fell in love with bright inquisitive Raul, who is being home schooled!
One neighborhood asked Danielle to help them design a mural for their street. Danielle gathered ideas from everyone, asking what they value, what they want their neighborhood to be like. People said birds are important, and creativity, and nature. One man grows bamboo and many of the neighbors host his bamboo plants in front of their houses. A lovely oak tree graces the corner where the mural would be. A cat wanders around the neighborhood making friends with everyone. The mural was to be painted on the pavement in a wide circle area where the road takes a sharp left.
Danielle's design included all these ideas. She made stencils of flowers, birds, cat, bees. Bamboo on the pavement "grew" out from bamboo in front of a house on the corner. In front of another house, an oak tree spread it's branches on the pavement design. Here was a cat, there was a bird. Was that a dolphin representing creativity? Nope, Danielle says:
there is no dolphin as it turns out, but a hummingbird who represents creativity reaching out into the city. But you can leave it if you like. I like dolphins, too!! And that's your role as the observer, seeing what you see. There is a fish -- a mosquito fish. The aquatic side turns into the neighborhood, which represent the quieter side of turning into our homes, observing, resting, nurturing ourselves.
In the middle of it all, there is a huge joyous yellow flower surrounded by orange ones!
Danielle helped the community chalk the design onto the pavement and handed everyone a brush and a paint can. When the mural was finished, people did not want to stop. In keeping with their value of creativity, they used the stencils and left over paint to decorate their driveways!
A friend took this video with a little drone:
The photos are from the Davis Media page, except for the bottom two, which are mine.
The Old Testament, the Torah, and the sayings of Mohammed all have have similar injunctions against making images. The Revised Standard Edition of the Bible, Exodus 20:4, says, " You shall not make for yourself a graven image, or the likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or on the earth beneath, or in the water below." Even the Book of Mormon says this, (Mosiah 12:36).
Wait, what!!?? I am an artist! Creating pictures is what I do! My home is full of my paintings, of flowers, trees, even dragons! Yet it is full of joy and I do feel blessed by the presence of angels. What can the Prophets have meant? Why do so many scriptures forbid image making? Do they only refer to idols, or to all representational art?
What would life be like without representational art? No portraits, no statues of people or animals, no paintings of flowers. Paintings by Rembrant would have to go. No Monet, no Van Gough. No troll under the bridge in Freemont, Seattle. No Statue of Liberty. No family photographs. No stuffed animals even!
A huge piece of my world would not be there! What would fill it's place?
In the Arabic world, in the old testament world, words were highly valued. Poetry was the preferred art form. An yet, poetry depends not only on the sweetness of sound, but also on the images it makes in the mind. One makes images not only with line, color, and shape, but also with words and sound.
Do these commandments about making images refer to ANY images, or just to idols?
For me, creating art is a way of celebrating creation, whether it is the way seaweed gathers at the tide line in fall, or the uniqueness of a particular woman or man. Creating art is a way of honoring the creator. It is an act of worship, not for what I create, but for the Creator.
I wonder if the millennia old traditions of making images to worship made it hard for people to think of representational art having any other purpose?
What do you think?
How would our minds work differently if art was never representational? If visual art was patterns and abstracts only? Would we perceive the meaning of life differently? Give no meaning at all to art? Would the abundance of patterns encourage more mathematical thinking? Would the lack of images of people affect our ability to emphasize with others?
In the fall, the green seaweed some call "sea lettuce" piles up along the tide line on the beach where we do Qi Gung. One November day, we spotted what looked like a whale fin waving in about 30 feet of water. We stopped to look.
It wasn’t an orca whale dorsal fin, but a large sea lion flipper sticking straight up in the air. Sea lions--young dark ones and older gray/blond ones--roiled around the lone flipper. Occasionally a smaller one would emerge beside it, seeming to caress it. Sea lion heads, with their lion/cat like faces and whiskers would emerge, breathe, and dive down again. Was the one who held his flipper in the air stuck on something under the water?
As Tim and I discussed the impossibility and inadvisability of helping--neither his flimsy canoe nor my little dingy would be safe for us to approach the sea lions in--the whole group moved slowly into deeper water and the flipper disappeared.
We stood on the dock, where we could see them better. The whole group came and played around the dock within 30-50 feet for another half hour. It seemed like they were inviting us to come play with them, or putting on a show for us.
By now, it was 9:30 am. Tim was getting cold and I wanted my breakfast. As we prepared to leave, the sea lions gathered together a little way off the dock. We counted 9 of them. The largest one poked his/her head out of the water, looked directly at me, and barked 10 times. Then they were gone.
"Sea Foam" hand painted, dyed, and sewn silk and lace
There's something about the places where land and sea meet, that really resonate with me. Whether sailing in the Puget Sound and the Canadian Gulf Islands or doing Qi Gung on the beach, I can't help but gather images that might later become paintings.
I am working on a series of silk pieces--partly painted and partly "art Quilt"--inspired by photos I've taken over the years. Some of these have been nagging at me to paint them for almost a decade, like this one of Spare Change on Goat Island.
Spare Change on Goat Island speaks to my heart because I took it after my husband Bob died. Bob and I sailed our boat Sea Change among the Gulf Islands in Canada for several years. Spare Change was--still is--the dingy.
When Bob was nearing death and knew he would no longer be able to sail, I told him I would sail when he was gone, no matter what the weather. That's when he knew that I would be OK. He told me he would be "the wind on my cheeks".
Bob died in July. I taught my son James to sail, and we took off for the San Juans and the Gulf Islands for a month. It was my time to come to terms with Bob's death, to learn to "skipper my own boat". There were times I was terrified to leave harbor, and James and I stayed at anchor for two days until I was ready to move on. There were times I felt Bob so close, I knew he would be a part of me always.
Goat Island is a small piece of land and rock in the harbor by Ganges, Canada, one of our favorite stops. Bob and I never landed on it, but James and I did. James and I visited many places Bob and I loved and also had new adventures.
Spare Change on Goat Island is about building on the Love and Adventuring Bob and I shared and continuing to love and to explore life.
Inspired by the places where land meets water, and by stories.