River Garden Studio

a song of color

A wonderful part of summertime for me 

is the time I can spend with friends...

Last week I speant a day with Shari, 

an artist and bookmaker 

and I wanted to share with you part of her art and studio.

 

Colors and textures are everywhere.

  

 

In her books and dolls,

 

 

In her love for different cultures and materials.

  

This is the artist herself...

     

And part of a larger painting, 

as always click the image for a close-up

 of her amazing details.
 
   

In her studio, threads and yarns hang on the walls 

and sing of more color.

   

And even the street outside sings of art.  

This is a neighbor's "art car!"  

When it is not in a show it is here, parked in the shade.

 

 

I am getting ready for a journey, 

we are traveling up, 

up the roads of the north west, 

through Washington, Canada and Alaska.  

Still I can't resist my garden, my flowers...

   

I am hoping to find internet connection somewhere along the way, 

to visit your blogs, and maybe make a post or two...

 

And I will definately make art.... 

this is may latest collage, 

I'm not sure if I'm finished or not, 

but it speaks of home, 

and flying away...

 

Lately in the evenings the skies turn dark with thunder clouds 

and the light is softer... 

These flowers are outside my studio window.

 

 

And lastly, 

a photograph of a tile floor 

that lies in a medeival church in France... 

the moving lights 

that filtered across the stones and wood 

were mesmerizing

another song of color...

 

 of time, and mystery and new things to discover...

come to the ground

 

This is an especially lush summer in my garden

I brought out this yellow hat, (a gift from a dear friend)

thinking how beautiful it would look with the purple

and the orange french tablecloth...

 

And this old grate from a garage sale
   

We had just returned from a trip up north

to visit my son's college, 

and sign him up for classes.

We visited the forest that is part of the forestry program.

Chris was overjoyed.

This will be his world.

 

He always has loved forests.

Now he is a forestry major.

So much like his dad.

 

On the way home Klamath lake was huge and blue.

 

 

And then it merged into the grassland.

Distant mountains called us home...

 

Back in the garden peonies bloom as lupin fade.

 

I have mixed feelings about Chris leaving.

Pride for how hard he worked to get here, 

excitement,

missing him already...

 

 

but still the garden calls,

 

Vibrant colors against a green backdrop.

 

and I feel silly

 

and have my art

 

 

experiment with textures

 

broken paintbrushes

    

hidden words
 
 

And a new journal, just for found objects

made at a workshop with this artist,

The objects are all wired on with no glue.

 

You can read about the class here...

What treasures do you find when you 

come to the ground ?