Pasadena Adjacent

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Shaman Adjacent

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Someone told me “protect your psyche” another person told me “they’re not your tribe” and someone else told me “hold your sacred ground.”  I’m working on it. A year ago after completing the shamanic series, I joined a ‘Ayllu’ community.

Synchronicity is at play.

The nature based shamanism I’m studying is practiced by the Peruvian Q’ero of the South Central Andes. The above is from my initiation ceremony. The stick with the yarn is called a death arrow. You take a negative thought and project it onto the yarn. End of the month you throw it into a fire. In the center of the circle is a mesa (traveling alter). Mine is a bag of rocks ‘Q’uyas’ collected on hikes. My spirit animal, known as a ‘Ukhuakunais,’ is the desert Tortoise. My spirit aids are the Bobcat and Trout. I attend solstice gatherings and exchange art for energy readings (creativity and healing.) No Ayahuasca involved. Yet.

2014 = a Metro commission, a body of ceramic sculpture, a return to painting.

Stay tuned for plein air watercolor #14.

Watercolor #13 in 33 Years: Lizzies Trail Inn


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I refer to this location as Lizzies Trail Inn, Barbara refers to it as the Richardson House (which I confused with the remains of a local orchard that still produces Jelly) so I got lost – and confused – and gave up a primo parking space in the process. Both references are correct. And parkings a bitch. This is the trailhead to the oldest established Indian trail in the front range. It’s where they dragged the first telescope lens to Mount Wilson. Now both the Inn and the house are open to the public on Saturdays from 10am – 12pm. The fellow who holds court is Maurice Orme. His mother Elsie ran the business till it closed in 1948. Before then it was located across the street and served a pack station, hikers and cabin renters. I have no idea who Lizzie was, but she took over the business in 1924 serving up chicken and ravioli dinners. Enjoy the tour.

Saturday’s plein air session started off gloomy. I had the good sense to take up residence on the front porch of the Richardson home. It wasn’t long before it started to rain and we were all under the same porch. Sherry took a ‘no can do’ attitude and left. Smart woman. Plus there was no room left at the Inn after the ‘old white guy’s club’ arrived taking over Lizzie’s front porch. On a brighter note, one fellow brought his Schipperke with him. The cutest small dog breed ever.  You see a lot of them in Sierra Madre.

[WARNING SHOP TALK] o.k. so first I laid down my drawing. Then I thought it might be interesting to use ‘Frisket’ (my overused and abused masking fluid) to portray the concept of rain drops. I wasn’t factoring in the time it would take to dry. And they are kind of on the large side without a lot of variation. But it works to one’s advantage if they’re going for a ‘neo primitive’ look. Not that that was the case…. But maybe the result. The palate was kept muted to keep in line with the ‘gloom.’ The stream bed doesn’t exist. At least not in that location. I like the mule.

For Sale: Lizzies Trail Inn 12″ x 16″ on Arches archival paper $250.00 unframed

Watercolor #12 in 33 Years: Arlington Gardens


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December 31st, two women drivers flipped me off within a five minute time span. One took her hands off the wheel, crossed them over her head and gave me the bird with both hands. Impressive. The end of what had been for the first 355 days, a rather good year – exited badly. The home invasion “incident” has left me absent minded and in a constant ‘lack of dialogue’ with ‘team do nothing.’ Mom continues to rot at Arcadia’s Resident Inn; code for hotel room with a bigger then average TV.

Arlington Garden plein air session #12. Running more then an hour late only to discover during ‘set up’ that I’d left my watercolor pad back at the house. Bummer. But instead of grabbing my usual pad, I grabbed the bound book of hand made paper Mr V had picked up at a tag sale. 12″ by 16″ really beautiful crinkly acid free rag. The edges are left rough from when the paper pulp was laid out on the screen. I took advantage of that feature making it the painting’s border. One of my fellows dropped by and in admiration offered up a good idea; don’t remove the paper from it’s binding — leave it alone. Keep it as book of watercolors. (except if someone wants to buy one).

[WARNING SHOP TALK] what I noticed about the paper was it’s slowness in absorbing color. That’s good because the paper is thin. And when it dries, it dries flat. A conscious effort was made on my part to stay away from the familiarity of intense hues — although the drawing and character (compression of space) are similar to past work. What is lovely is the shade of silver to depict the middle ground between grove and mountain.

For Sale: Arlington Garden Pasadena 12″ x 16″ on Arches archival paper $250.00 unframed


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