Friday, February 13, 2009

. . . combat bad luck




What better day to start my Random Acts of Art hide-and-seek game than Friday the 13th. Someone, I hope, will be lucky to receive a piece of art. And I need to get out of this house for a while anyway. Not sure where I'll leave the first little masterpiece, but I do need to get groceries. . . I'm tired of ramen noodles.


This is just another piece of paper that I brushed, swiped, scraped, and flopped paint on during my artist endeavors of this past week. I know, it's a lot like yesterday's bits, except with a black base. I have three more pieces started, but yesterday I kept forgetting to use the tools and materials left over from the big piece, so none of them are even close to presentable.


I tried to photograph some of my art, but again, my camera batteries were dead, dead, dead, plus the lighting in the studio is completely unsuited for photographing art. I'm fairly happy with what I turned out yesterday, essentially because it has layers and layers and the texture is strong. Soon I will shoot pictures. . .

3 comments:

Leslie Avon Miller said...

Mary you have the the best characteristic of an artist; you keep working. A hockey guy said “you miss 100% of the goals you don’t shoot.” I admire the way you just keep working. We do poorly at 100% of the paintings we don’t actually paint!

M said...

Reading your blog today (now that I am my own person again - new baby home safe and sound) makes me want to experiment with more spontaneous collages. I'm ready to break out of my predictable painting pattern of late. I plan to work them on paper so I can use any interesting ones within larger works. I look forward to hearing how your "Random act of art" goes.

Mary Buek said...

Leslie: My husband always said that about basketball, too. But you know what they say about insanity, right: doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Sometimes that's how it feels. Thanks for the boost, though.

Margaret: I can't wait to see your spontaneous collages. They are so much fun. And aren't you glad that you get to go home and be your own person again? Love the babies, but grandbabies stay with their parents.