Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

New-ness

I've finally taken the plunge. Inspired by the gift of Natalie Goldberg's Living Color, I'm playing with watercolors for the first time in a looooong time ...


Not that I didn't have a few irons in the fire already. Such as the cloth and print versions of Moon Myth which stalled when it became abundantly clear that they wouldn't be completed in time for Christmas ...


Fortunately, I did manage to get some gift-making done on deadline. Like this handtowel I found at a local gallery ...


and embellished with stitch ...


And me being me, I also launched a new project taking P's outgrown baby clothes ...


and stitching them into squares for a someday blanket ...


Best of all was the grandkid Christmas project. Rather than the traditional gingerbread houses, our St Louis grandkids requested a train. I upped the ante by making chocolate springerle cookies instead, which made the house smell like a brownie factory ...


The boys each assembled a box car and decorated to their hearts' content ...


Then they filled each box car with the excess candies ...


earning me kudos from the moms, who were more than happy that all that sugar wasn't actually consumed ... ha!

So here's hoping your holidays have been as happily spent ... and that we all find much to celebrate (and maybe even complete) in the new year ahead.

Chocolate Train

I started with this recipe (with thanks to Gail):
which was the basis of the locomotive and the caboose.

But since I'm inherently incapable of actually following recipes, here's what I ended up using to make the boxcars:

1/2 lb butter
1 1/2 cups sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp. vanilla extract
2 Tbs. instant espresso powder
1 cup cocoa
2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt

Soften butter (either let it sit out for an hour or, if you're incapable of waiting like me, nuke for 20-30 seconds at 20% power in the microwave). Cream butter and sugar until well-blended. 

Beat eggs and vanilla in a small bowl and add espresso powder to dissolve the granules. In addition to making the dough darker in color, the espresso makes the dough taste more chocolate-y. Beat egg mixture into butter and sugar mixture. 

Stir in cocoa and baking powder, then stir in flour and salt. Form dough into a large disk, put in a plastic bag and refrigerate for an hour.

Roll out in sections to 1/4" thickness (I use 1/4" wooden trim to make it even) and cut into 5" wide rectangles. After cutting pieces (see below), put on parchment lined cookie sheets and bake 13-15 minutes at 375. Cool for 5-10 minutes before transferring to wire racks. If possible, make the cookies a day or two ahead (so they'll be less apt to break).

Each boxcar (and the caboose if you want one) needs three 2 1/2" x 5" rectangles for the bottom and sides, and two 2 1/2" squares for the front and back. Optional: extra rectangles and/or squares can be made for rooftops.

The locomotive needs three 2 1/2 x 5" rectangles and one 2 1/2" square to form the cab (optional: cut out windows), two 2 1/2" squares and six 2 1/2" circles for the front engine, and some little triangles for the cow-catcher.

Make a bunch of 1" circles with the remaining scraps for wheels and connectors between the cars. And two larger circles for the wheels on the locomotive cab.



"Glue" everything together with premade or homemade icing (I prefer the taste of homemade, but it was much easier giving the kids premade icing to use). My icing consisted of 2 Tbs. melted butter, 1/4 cup milk, a splash of vanilla, and enough confectioners sugar to make a stiff-but-still-sticky "glue."

And then modify the recipe and directions to your heart's content ... 

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Enchanted

We love New Mexico. So it's not surprising that Don was inspired to make a memory montage of our last journey ...


A bit of rusted license plate served as a (partial) title ..


while the Zia sun symbol found a home in the first nook of this one-time screen door frame ...


A bit of scrap wood and some wood burning recall the petroglyphs we saw in Santa Fe ...


While this bit of broken pottery from a recent kitchen misadventure morphed into an imagined sherd ...


Don's been playing with acrylic painting, this being his rendition of the New Mexican tradition of ordering both red and green chile sauces by requesting "Christmas" ...


We were both gobsmacked by the work of Robert Rivera displayed at the Torres Gallery, which inspired this gourd and turkey feather homage  ...


And while we didn't spend any time under a full moon, Don's imagining feels true ...


I did get to contribute a bit more than broken pottery as Don contrived a cunning 2" x 3" loom upon which I wove ...


And in the final nook, a tiny canvas purchased at Taos Pueblo ...


A bit of iron hinge on one end ...


and a rusted bit of we-know-not-what on the other ...


completed and hung over a door in the dining room ...


Perfect!

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Captivated

I love that Don got caught in the reflection of this painting ...


entitled Taos by Dan Namingha.

Our day had begun at Taos Pueblo


but the air was hazy and we were asked not to take photos of the residents without permission, so I only took one other picture ...


But we did come away with some hand-crafted memory pieces, chief among them being this cottonwood drum ...


After lunch, and before our ill-fated journey to the Rio Grande Gorge, we went to the Millicent Rogers Museum
which had a phenomenal collection, well-presented, as with this historical weaving ...



as well as this weaving in progress ...


Don was on the lookout for some particular artists, so we were gratified that the MRM permitted photography (I always ask).

We found two by Tony Abeyta ...


this one glass-fronted which reflected glare unfortunately ...


We also found one by Fritz Scholder (about whom there will be more in a future post) ...


Unfortunately, I neglected to snap a picture of the pottery process display that detailed Maria Martinez's methodology, but I was quite taken with this bronze depiction of her ...


Likewise, I have but one image of the many, many pieces of pottery ...


We left well-sated, then headed out to meet our destiny on the rim ...


Addendum:

I went to the Wimberley thrift store this morning and found three issues of American Indian Art Magazine (which Don mentioned liking when we were in Taos). It was only when I got home that I realized Maria Martinez was featured in two of the three ...



Saturday, June 30, 2018

Standing up

Today's post is rather random.

There's Don's latest, which made good use of the stash from this post:
http://imgoingtotexas.blogspot.com/2018/05/slow-down.html ...


And while it has been called both shaman and totem during its becoming, to me it is the Keeper ...


Guardian of the grasses ...


And then there's Jace, building ...


Wonder where he gets it from.

And we attended a Families Belong Together rally today, here caught in the background of a local Facebook video.  ...


I know it's better to use fewer words on posters, but I couldn't resist the Declaration of Independence ...


I saw a better sign later, as I scanned for news of other rallies ... wish I had snapped a screenshot. It said something like, "I couldn't tell my grandson that I did nothing."

Anyway, about 150 folks showed up in Kerrville. One of the advantages of a small town rally was parking one block from City Hall and being able to stand under a tree (hmmm ... guess that's two advantages). 

As we stood by the roadside, signs in hand, Don leaned over and said, "I just hope no one gets ticked off enough to decide to drive up over the curb."

"It already crossed my mind," I replied. "I'm standing where I can dive behind that wall."

Paranoia aside, more folks drove by with thumbs up than thumbs down. And if most of the ralliers were rightly characterized as aging hippies, I was heartened by the young family who stood beside us. 

Hoping for a better day ... working together as best we can ...

Maybe not so random after all.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Slow down ...

How has it already been a week since I posted? And I have so many pictures, so many thoughts to share, some from last month! So maybe this: several shorter posts, starting with this one. 

We wandered through one of our junking haunts, Broadway Paul's in Wimberley ...


but it was closed. One week later, it was still closed, so I texted this picture to the phone number on the sign ...


How much? And the deal was done by sliding some cash under the door.

It has been morphing since then ...


Don getting his milk paint on ...


ideas ebbing and flowing ...


Meantime, as I was looking through the accumulated pantry of rust, I noticed a clock work that had sprung its spring ...


I mean, I just love this ...


escapement.