Tuesday, October 29, 2013
I've been gone since August on here. Life has been busy. Oh yes, we hear this all of the time but going back to teaching elementary school full time was not only a great move for me but knocked the wind out of me. I think I
feel like I'm getting used to keeping all of the plates in the air. Friday night was the pivot. I'll tell more later...now pictures for place holding:
Posted by Beth HF at 5:51 PM
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
There's just something about the first leaf inside a book where someone has laid claim, marked a date or proclaimed their love for another. I've got a series of these. So simple and fun.
P.s-I'm not a bitter person at all so this is not coming from a place of well, bitterness, but the Lilla Rogers contest winners...well, I guess I didn't get the memo about weird creepy children and foxes being the subject matter they were looking for (and nothing really new, fresh or "outstanding", except, I liked Aimee Sicuro's). Also, if you dig a little further, most of the winners are current students of the Make Art That Sells class she offers...hmmm.......I think I detect a little teacher's petness going on. Still, I've been making some things I truly enjoy because I engaged myself in the process of entering the contest so really, that sells for me.
Posted by Beth HF at 7:00 PM
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
|how i made my marbles|
|my color palette came from Station Wagon Holidays (a new find!)|
work on the left is something new
|inside the book|
|one of my favorite pages|
So I loved all of the colors in the Ford's Treasury Station Wagon Living and that's where I got my colors for my marble piece.
And, since I grew up in a station wagon, Caprice Classic, white and mammoth sized, I am enjoying the book immensely. (We called her the white whale by the way.)
I also remember the way way back, our back seat that had you riding backwards and peering right at the drivers behind you. I am sure it was only a little bit unnerving to be the driver behind us.
Now for a more earthy palette:
|painting on an old book binder|
|I'm sealing the stain and adding layers of Sap Green and Payne's Gray-oh, so nature.|
And that folks is something to live by: as a wise PE teacher says to my children. "If You Had Fun, You WON." Use that however you like. I do.
In fact, I have a huge dent in my left shin bone. How did I get this you ask? Well on the day before the 3rd of July my husband and I stayed up late watching silly scary movies and having a few libations, it was all laughs and good times like a happy couple should have. But because, I HATE, "battening down the hatches", when it was finally time to go to bed, I decided to sprint up the stairs and leave him behind to lock up (I know, HOW nice of me). I thought it was funny, until SLAM, I slipped and rammed my shin bone into the step riser....almost to the bone.
BUT, say it with me, did I have fun? Yes. So, I won....and I have a pretty big scar to remind me.
Posted by Beth HF at 10:58 AM
Monday, July 22, 2013
Ok, so I had so much fun making this. And the bonus, now I've got tons of leftover hand painted marbles to work into other pieces. I didn't look at what anybody else was doing for the Lilla Rogers Global Talent Search. I just made what I wanted to. And folks, that is the best result. I'm not worried about making a top 50 or a top anything. I don't get to do the judging, that is out of my hands. I made the journal I would buy. In fact, I'll get these printed up anyway! (I'll fix the journal label first though-want it to be smoother). The theme was old fashioned playground. I wanted to do playground games, mainly, I wanted to either make jacks or marbles. And, jacks, not that much fun to draw, since they are so 3D. That probably won't stop me in the future though since I really want to paint up the red bouncy ball. (Me and my red spot color). I know most artists are actually drawing playgrounds but my thought was to bring in fun color through the marbles. Underneath is the classic lined handwriting paper I found in closet at school many years ago, faded and browning. I wanted to put some old marble manual page in the back but it was too busy.
Still one month left of summer for me.
Tuesday, July 09, 2013
I meant to scan this before I sent it off but you can get the idea. I've been drawing what I call "paper dolls". I cut them out and arrange them so they are kind of paper doll-like. These two sisters are actually all drawn, without cut out clothes. I love the idea of little girls in their bathing suits. It's the epitamy of youth, before we are embarrassed to put on our swimming garb. (Maybe you are not, so just skip over that part.) In the background (which you have seen before) is a letter from my Great Aunt Ellen to her sister, my grandma Ruth. My great Aunt didn't talk to my grandmother for over ten years because of something simple, like fighting over a sweater. These two kind of represent them. One older than the other. Both a little concerned. I want to make more, not sure how they will come about. Now onto the BIG challenge. I think I've got something brewing. Woohoo.
Posted by Beth HF at 5:41 PM
Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Summer has been busy so far!
I'm putting together a what I have been thinking about post.....let's see.....
Man, I really need a good book. I spent all last week reading a book that was so good until the last third of it. I felt cheated. The main character completely folded. She was running from an abusive husband and I was cheering her on, go girl! Go girl......OH, no don't do that, why are you doing that? Shut the book. Shucks. And who knows what happened.
I've been in an art holding pattern for a really long time now. I've waiting for the right flow to come ashore and since it hasn't happened, I'm just going to make stuff anyway. And, gasp, it can stink if it wants to, and you, my friends will never know (a ha ha...insert evil laugh).....because I'll just keep it to myself....we shall see how this works out.
I also, entered the Lilla Rogers Talent Search. I found them through Claudine Hellmuth. And I have thought, yep, I would be a good fit for them. And since the stinky stuff is staying with me, I'll just be sure to send them my best.
The first assignment is absolutely fantastic and something I can completely work with. My brain has been turning ideas around like a cement mixer. Now, to get to work.
Posted by Beth HF at 8:12 PM
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
As I scanned this in, I totally realized what was missing. Sooo...I'll add it later. There's much too much off white. I just don't do the "busy" collages well. I am too ordered with my artwork. I should really try to loosen up, really, but I've been saying that for years and I am not even sure how to do it. Advice?
Posted by Beth HF at 2:05 PM
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
|a little too linear but having fun with orange|
Posted by Beth HF at 8:25 AM
Friday, May 10, 2013
It's not the best picture...it's so hard to show the delicacy of a letter transparency. I printed the letter (to my Grandma from her mother) on tracing paper. I'm learning that matte medium DOES NOT work well for everything (duh), I know. But it is like liquid gold. Now I am finally figuring out the joys of a glue stick. Who knew? Also, spray adhesive is pretty darn awesome as well, just make sure you have good ventilation (cough, cough).
I'm reading a little gem right now called "Steal Like an Artist" by Austin Kleon. It's a good read. I mean, it's true there is nothing really "new" out there. I find things I like and then figure out how they made them and then.....make them my own, meaning, my art, my drawing, my letters in my personal collection, you make it personal. You make it yours.
Posted by Beth HF at 8:06 PM
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
|just a few works in progress|
Folks, I have been busy.
I have a new job starting in the fall teaching art at the elementary level and I am THRILLED.
I have a few workshops that I am teaching and very excited about.
My foot has stopped hurting.
I've scored some of the most beautiful goals in soccer in my WHOLE 40 odd years. Yes.
And although, I am allergic to spring (all of it). It's almost over.
It's almost summer.
I am content.
If you get a chance, do yourself a favor and listen to This American Life's latest show. The first story about a young man crossing the country and asking people what advice they would give to their 23 year old self is powerful, moving and inspiring.
Posted by Beth HF at 11:16 AM
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
This is a little bright for me but kind of working outside of my color comfort zone. I've got a lot going on right now, hopefully some good change.
Last night, I complained to my husband that I was NEVER going to make it to the Olympics.
"In what?", he asks. (A good question).
"Oh, I don't know, running, swimming, anything! Because I can't get the pain in my foot to stop. It's this messed up nerve thingy. And I've done all of the PT, the three months-no running, no soccer, strength training, icing, Motrining (yes, it's a verb with me), all of that and still sheer pain will strike me like lightning. AND I am never going to make it to the Olympics!"
He laughs, "Oh, well, yeah, that's the reason you aren't going to make it. That makes perfect sense."
Posted by Beth HF at 8:53 AM
Thursday, April 11, 2013
|"B" is for Beth and for busy. (this is from one of my 6th grade art lessons)|
I was very close with my grandparents. My Grandma Ruth lived with us and my other two grandparents were always under 90 minutes away. I miss them every day. There are times when it literally kills me that my grandfather can't see what beautiful children I have and how much they would make him laugh. And that my Grandma Ruth isn't able to gently implore my kids over and over to "Be good to your mother." just like she did to us. Grandma Gen can't spoil my children with "under the bed presents" and my kids don't leave a note under her pillow every visit just like I did. (Kind of wish she had kept some of those).
The narrative, our/my story, it's in my head but memory is fleeting. And I am find that if I don't write it down, I will forget, no matter how hard I try. Even the things, I think I will NEVER forget, I do. And life, has gotten easier in so many ways but also busier too. I have a little word document for each child that I have written down random, wonderful, eye rolling, ethereal and amazing things that they have done and said. But I recently realised that a lot of their history has been on here, an "album" of sorts, a scrapbook, if you would. My art, my thoughts, my family, our stories.
My uncle once commented that a blog is a very "sign on your lawn" kind of thing. And well, it is, but I can't tell you how much I enjoy going back and reading my entries from just a few years ago. I am, in sorts, saving the notes under the pillow.
Posted by Beth HF at 12:55 PM
Friday, March 15, 2013
|quilting papers together|
|my son making collage monsters|
|leaving the inn|
|this is the Inn where we had out wedding reception-it wasn't abandoned at the time|
|tree on my "jog/walk" from over two weeks ago|
|my sister's handiwork|
So the flu has turned into this week long headache/sinus thing that it driving me absolutely bonkers. I'm not a nap person (although, I can say they are nice every once in awhile) but that is all I have felt like doing for days now. In fact, I took a nap last night after work for 30 minutes, a nap yesterday on the couch for 90 minutes and a nap the day before that for like 2 hours....this could be left over from the flu right? I'm going to have some energy......someday........man, I hope so. This has also seemed like the longest winter ever. I'm actually looking forward to Spring. I even have my allergy meds stocked up.
Posted by Beth HF at 12:26 PM
Monday, March 11, 2013
|this old print of mine is exactly how I feel|
soooooo....I have the flu. Type B that is. I'll bet you didn't know there even was a type A and type B, well, I didn't. Seems appropriate that I didn't get type A flu though (get it?).
I dragged my chill ridden, raw throated, appetite lacking, cough hacking self to the doctors and they swabbed my nose as if they were doing a brain biopsy. Poor nose started bleeding and I started crying-what is it about being sick that makes me so emotional? So, you have the flu, my doctor says. At least he was really handsome and funny about it, also comforting because he said he got this flu too even though he had gotten the vaccine. So it's not entirely my fault for not having gotten the flu vaccine this year. Everyone else in my family did though, of course. I dragged my three kids on a Friday afternoon through a drenching, pouring thunderstorm into the germ infested doctor's office just to get the flu mist in December. But me, nope, didn't get one because my doctor's office was out of them.
It's day four and my butt hurts from half sitting and laying on it.
Thought I'd get up today and do some dishes (I know sounds like fun right?), dropped my favorite mug and broke it. Ran upstairs and went back to bed.
And now I am on like day 6? (who knows). I am better but still feel really, really funky. The only kind of flu that I have had before was the stomach kind and you know when that's over, when you can finally keep food down. I have the feeling that I am just going to have to take it easy for awhile.
Posted by Beth HF at 10:12 AM
Saturday, February 23, 2013
I've found that I love, love, love HOT press watercolor. Duh, how have I not figured this out sooner. And, I finally found a white pen that works!! It's a UniBall Signo UM-153. I've just been experimenting lately. I'm also enjoying Derwents' Graphitint pencils with a little bit of color. I've been busy writing actually and working on some other projects so this blog has been neglected. But I guess not having time to post ain't so bad really. More later.
Posted by Beth HF at 11:32 AM
Monday, February 18, 2013
|by Sara Teasdale|
|When April bends above me|
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
Posted by Beth HF at 9:12 PM
Friday, February 01, 2013
|works in progress|
I once heard that if an artist's studio isn't messy then there isn't much getting done in there.
I also heard that you should never trust anyone who doesn't drink coffee.
And that if you flush ice cubes down your toliet, it will snow.
Also heard recently that I am the best Mom evr. (I'm really liking that award).
Posted by Beth HF at 3:00 PM
Monday, January 28, 2013
|Norse the Rabbit.|
|old barn I run by (ok-jog)|
|student made snowflake hanging throughout my classroom|
|warm cup of coffee|
|one of my wonderful 7th graders made this necklace for me|
|reading at our local library|
|my kiddo drawing on my Promethean board on my workday-brought the kids with since Grandma was sick. They never complain about having to spend time in my ART ROOM, one of the perks.|
So one of the things I was so excited about when I got my grubby middle aged hands on my iPhone was to immediately download Instagram. So that I could take pictures for.....for.......well, basically myself. My Instagram is simply moments I want to remember, every day moments, like a year in pictures/snapshots.
But I have come to the realization that with all of these cool internet tools, I'm using them like cro-magnon man used the wheel......LOOK everybody, it can roll down the hill! So, alas, I use Instagram for just one purpose......I take the picture when that little thought bubble comes up to the top of my brain....."I'd like to remember this." Snap. And put a nifty little filter on it. Voila.
(Also, I just found out via my students, that kids aren't really using Facebook anymore, they are using Instagram. And they are not using it for posting pictures of old barns and bunnies.)
My husband and I just did our own version of an After School Special (if you're too young to remember those 4pm beauties then you are definitely reading the wrong blog, by the way (see how I spelled that out-old school, man......oh wow. ). We found our son using Instagram to....to.....post pictures of his new snowboard (ok, cool), a picture about a spoon attacking him (oh, he's ready for middle school), and to talk to A GIRL. All of a sudden, it's a whole new world. So, we had the talk about internet safety, responsibility, like how everything you put out there is written in Sharpie and not Crayola Washable and not to post anything you wouldn't want your mother seeing.....etc. AND, we made him let me "follow" him, cause, oh yeah, this mom is friending her kids and "following" them too. And then, they will friend and follow me......because I just know that my son wants artfully filtered pictures of cups of coffee and pics of his sister at the library. But I see it like this, your mother loves you and she will remind you and she will embarrass you sometimes too but there's no special filter that will bring back your youth and I intend to capture it and keep it and maybe sometimes post it.....and I'll follow you forever, that's a promise.
Posted by Beth HF at 4:40 PM