LAst Week

I am thankful for the artist community at Montserrat that always renews my adrenaline when it comes to art and making. After visiting last week I am revitalized; distance creates a guiding light. Hannah's opening is on Wednesday! 

Also,

My grandma turned 84 on Thanksgiving :)

Late November

rotting + birth

Amaryllis Bulb, November 22, 2009, 

pencil and charcoal on paper, 8 1/2" x 6 1/4"

(its home)

About art: sensation |senˈsā sh ən|noun1 a physical feeling or perception resulting from something that happens to or comes into contact with the body

sensate |ˈsenˌsāt|adjective able to perceive with the senses

representation |ˌrepriˌzenˈtā sh ən; -zən-|noun (in some theories of perception) a mental state or concept regarded as corresponding to a thing perceived.

This is based on a particular instance, bulb in palm. This drawing is documentation, but so is the picture above. It is not important, it is just a thing to do. Making something is more important. 

creator |krēˈātər|noun a person or thing that brings something into existence.

It is neither not new or original. It is made as part of a process. 

process 1 |ˈpräˌses; ˈpräsəs; ˈprō-|noun1 a series of actions or steps taken in order to achieve a particular end• a natural or involuntary series of changes

About presents: What is better then potential life.

Leaves'''Death Dance

Morning October 31: It was nice to zoom through the leaves as they enjoyed their Death Dance. 

Evening October 31: Raking. Baby dressed as a puppy!! Pumpkin pie. 

Morning November 1: Trying to walk away a sore throat. 

David's Pumpkin and Wheatgrass babies.

Tree Series: #2, 2009, 19" x 12 1/2" 

First fallen leaf of the season, cut paper, 

pencil, oil wash, wood cylinders, oil paint.

ABIGAILCARR.COM is UP-TO-DATE!! 

Wed

Yesterday was Meaghan's wedding! She was my neighbor growing up and like a sister to me, I'm so happy for her and Charles and their new lives together. And what a treat for me, a windy sunday in the autumn mountains of new hampshire, a day dedicated to love, and getting to spend time with family, everything was sooooo beautiful. I just love love!!  And autumn.

 My favorite part was when she danced with her father and they played "I Loved Her First," which makes me cry like a baby whenever I hear it anyways.  

My mom says girls are supposed to bring home wedding cake and sleep with it under their pillow and dream of the one they will marry, has anyone ever heard of this!?

 

Congradulations Meaghan and Charles LaMachia!

Sunny Rain morning

I was standing at the table looking out at gentle rain and pouring orange juice into a floral glass. The rain suddenly doubled in density, as if I had asked it to. The downpour was a beautiful song as I cooked french toast in the dark and ate it with the window open, shivering. It looked like it should have been a photograph in the book, A Year of Mornings 3191 Miles Apart, which I found and read in Jabberwocky last weekend. The rain is louder, harsher in the city, because it has nowhere soft to land, which I think explains the people as well. 
and I do not want to go to work today.It is much cozier in my home today. I will show you, 

Here is the first finished piece from a new series simply titled Trees. The trees are quilts, body parts, furs, paint, rain, pencil, and bark, collectively. This is how trees, or people, are composed, over time.

Trees Series:  #1, 2009, 19"x 12 1/2"

Acrylic, pencil, basla wood, wax, cut paper, wood plank, stick, and string on paper.  

Welcoming Teas and Sweaters Season