I started watching videos about primitive pottery  making years ago. There is something very soothing about watching someone dig up mud, strain and sift it to make a pliable clay, then turning that clay into pottery. I suspect that if I lived in a more rural location I’d have a kiln in my backyard and I’d be raku firing pots.

Instead I live in a city where my mini Solo stove knock off gets the side eye.

The primative pottery making led me to videos about making my own ink and paint from foraged stuff like leaves, fruit, berries, and walnuts as well as rocks.

I started my foray into making my own paint by visiting a beach I love and picking out some softer rocks that I could break with another rock and left marks on harder rocks. I then brought that home and broke them into smaller, coffee bean sized pieces with a sledge hammer.

Very therapeutic. I highly recommend the process.

I then used a variety of means to crush those pieces down into smaller pieces and smaller pieces until they were little more than dust.

I started out with a mortar and pestle. Then used a whirly coffee grinder. Then an old magic bullet blender. I’ve settled into an old manual coffee grinder with a stainless steel conical burr. I attach the manual coffee grinder to a drill and use power to grind the stone to espresso sized dust. I have not tried the coffee grinder with harder rocks, only an ochre. The whirly coffee grinder has been ground DOWN by harder rocks.

This gets dumped into my mortar and pestle for a final pass before the wet portion starts.Upper right are my own pigments. This car is mostly painted with my own rock based pigments!

The next step is levigation. Basically using water and swirling to get the heavier particles out and only the finest particles into a slurry that will then be strained through a coffee filter.

​Levigation removes not only the largest particles but stuff that won’t grind down and contaminants. I end up losing at least half of the ground up rock to levigation.

Anything that gets levigated out ends up back in the mortar and reground with the pestle. I want to get every drop of potential color out of the grind as possible, but I also don’t want to spend days doing it. Honestly, one could go a little wild with the crushing, grinding, and levigating. I’ve decided that I’m going to lose a fair amount of potential pigment no matter what I do.

I’ve made a wide variety of colors of paint from a variety of rocks. Some are very interesting- a pink from a pink rock, some stuff that looks a lot like raw sienna and some stuff that looks a lot like yellow ochre. One of my favorites is from a few chunks of brick I found next to a very old building. It made the most lovely red brown color.

The most recent exploration is into carbon blacks, which I think deserves a post of it’s own. It’s a delightfully messy project where I’ve made lamp black and my own charcoal. I really want to make my own compressed charcoal sticks from sticks and twigs from my own yard and from my various hikes and bike rides.

A word of caution, when grinding down rocks or charcoal or processing lamp black, wear a mask. A good mask too. I’ve been wearing a N95 and feel like I should probably invest in a good respirator. Rocks can contain a whole load of things I don’t want to breath in, but also dust particles of any kind are not great for lungs, so I shall always wear a mask and eye protection.

More pictures soon, I’ve been really bad at taking photos of this process.

I’m stalled on the 300 Vehicles project. I lost steam on it over the last few weeks due to work being pretty nutso. Work has pretty much evened out but I’m still stalled out.

The work issue is compounded by the fact that I still have not heard back from the gallery about getting the gallery space at the end of August. Part of me is wondering,  “Why bother?” The other part of me is looking for alternative locations to show these pieces.

I am also focused on my paint making and pigment hunting. Pure pigment powder from a brick.

Too many interests and not enough time!

Tomorrow I have to attend a graduation pretty early and I suspect that I’ll be one of the first people there. The location of the ceremony is in a neighborhood so I should be able to wander around and do some drawing while I wait.

As much as I’m in a funk and stalled out on this series of images I’m committed to finishing all 300. I’m currently sitting comfortable at 200.

Completing 200 images is an accomplishment, but I really want to finish all 300.

I have the Yart Sale coming up and I kind of want to have the vehicle images at the Yart Sale, see if they sell. But if they do then I won’t have images for the show if I get the gallery spot. A catch-22. Also frustrating.

I talk about balance on my Less is More Healthy vlog often. For much of my life, my life has been out of balance, and it wasn’t until my late 30s that I realized just how out of balance my life really was. I had this moment in my HR office where I was listing a job and I fully realized that I was replaceable. I was a cog in the machine. 

My time with that company was a sunk cost, I could have stayed on, but I knew my position was on the short list for elimination or being efficiencied* into something more stressful and taking up more of my free time.

Anyway, I applied for grad school. The debate back then was, do I go for my MFA and pursue my dream of being a college professor OR do I get my MA in art therapy. At this point you know I chose art therapy.

Anyway, 3 years later, I was applying for jobs, and landing one, and doing the usual post grad school hours churn.

This was not a balanced time in my life.

Anyway, fast forward to now.

I am seeking balance in my life.

Part of that balance is making changes to allow for healthier habits, like eating right for my body, exercise, and making art (which is a good thing for my mental health).

Anyway, part of my change for balance (yet another thing that has evolved from my recent values journaling exercise) is that I walk and try to draw routinely, in my case, nearly every day. I recently completed the 100 Vehicles Challenge, a self imposed challenge to get better at drawing cars and trucks in my en plein air sketching.

Only to find that I actually kind of like drawing vehicles. They tell stories, especially beaten up cars. Or well cared for but older luxury vehicles. What does it say when the Escalade has been keyed down to bare metal and the full length of the passenger’s side?

It’s all a story of some sort. 

Anyway, I’ve been drawing these little vignettes of cars, which seems like a sort of portraiture. We Americans really do identify with our vehicles, don’t we? I kept going with the vehicle drawings. I’ve done 77 of them as of this writing. I’m hoping to get to 300.

Yes 300!

Why 300?

Well, 100 is a challenge or even a class assignment. 300 is a commitment and really over the top. It’s excessive. But also 300 will look really cool in a huge mass on the wall of the gallery.

A local art gallery is doing a pop up in one of their smaller gallery spaces. You put in a pitch, get picked, and pay for the space for a week (it’s a pop up) and then have an art show in a legit gallery. My pitch was for 300 images on their walls. So now I have to make it happen. (I’m going to do 300 of them even if I DON’T get chosen for this space.) Anyway, keep your fingers crossed for me.

Also the art association I’m a member of is doing a spring show and I’m applying to hang 3 of my pieces.

*This is my term for how corporations combine roles to make something more efficient and save money but really puts more stress on the people in that role. Enshitification of a job.

About a month ago I wrote about the results of my values journaling session being that I REALLY want to focus on my making my own art and building an art making practice and being an Artist, capital A.

I had a convo not long after I finished my values journaling and arrived at this conclusion where I made the statement, “I really just want to be an Artist. I want to make art and sell art.”

I know it’s possible to be an Artist (capital A). More than a few of my undergrad classmates and friends I’ve made along the way, are in fact Artists (capital A).

Some have supportive spouses that make good money. Some have made wise choices for themselves. Others have begun their art career later in life. They’ve all made a choice at some point to just be an Artist with a capital A.

I know that many of my friends actually make “a living” as Artists. Some of them make Fine Art, some are illustrators, some do a combination of Fine Art and Illustration and teaching. But they all consider themselves Artists (capital A.)

Until I was older, I was always told that being an artist was not possible. I believed this, despite looking at my various art teachers, who were Artists (capital A) and various people in and around me who made art on the regular. I was told that art wasn’t a real career and that I’d struggle my whole life.

Among many other things.

What a load of horse shit. 

Life is full of struggles. I wonder if I had been encouraged to be an artist if I’d have been happier or struggled more. I look back to that summer where I PAID MY BILLS by making and selling art and I wonder if I had taken that as a clue that with hard work and effort that I could in fact make a living by making art.

Was it easy work? No.

That summer was many early days and long nights of hiking, painting, drawing, photographing and learning how to do this online thing- I learned HTML to do those early eBay postings. I learned how to take photos for online sales. I package my orders and shipped them out. It was a LOT of work.

But I loved every minute of it.

As the kids I mentor and work with tip toe towards graduation, I think about advice I wish I had gotten, support I wish I had gotten. I strive to be a better mentor than I had. I pass along opportunities to the young people I mentor now. I lift up instead of tear down.

Advice I have for young artists just starting out:

Live somewhere affordable. Look for cheap rent, get a roommate. Don’t be pulled into the allure of a high priced city. Build your sales in the low rent place and then move somewhere more expensive later.

Work full time on art. Work part time if possible. If not possible to work part time, work full time in something related to art or creativity. You’ll be tired, but creativity is a muscle that needs stretching. The more you are creative, the more creativity you have. Avoid retail, unless you feel like you need to work on your customer service skills. Retail will kill your creativity (if you are an introvert.) I also think everyone should work retail at some point in their life. Work in some service industry but don’t get trapped in it, unless it works for you and your creativity.

Make art as often as possible. Always carry a sketchbook. Draw and paint whenever you get a chance. Don’t worry about being the weirdo in the meeting with a sketchbook. Be the weirdo. Draw in meetings, but pay attention, don’t draw if you can’t also pay attention. Take notes along with your drawings.

​Start now. I ignored advice from a professor who told me in my second year of college that I should be working toward a show already. His advice was that I should be looking to show my art in coffee shops and small galleries NOW. It goes back to that adage about planting trees, the best time was to plant it 20 years ago, the second best time is now.

Make art and share it. Making art and sharing it is scary. The first time I shared a picture of my art it scared me. It still scares me. I lived through internet trolls and college critiques. It all sucked. But generally, when I have shared my art with other people the reception has been wonderful. People are generally kind and supportive. Share it with friends in real life. Post it to whatever social media you use. Block haters and trolls.

Ask for help. Ask for guidance. Reach out to that professor you liked, or that teacher that you looked up to. Ask them for guidance. Develop a relationship. (Bring them a coffee or tea. Or ask them to meet you for coffee/tea.) Ask them what they think about how to make a career in art. I promise you most creative people you know will help and support you. If they can’t they might put you in contact with someone who can help or guide you.

Thinking of this advice, I am starting now on a body of work, and I know of a gallery that is doing week long pop ups for a low price. I’m going to set aside some money to have a show. You’ll all get an invite.

I had a great Thursday.

Please refer to my previous post wherein I pissed and moaned about how much my Thursdays usually suck.

I started my day off with a meeting, and against my better judgement I brough my sketchbook with me. I also bought my koh-i-noor Versatil magic pencil with me. I didn’t know what the contents of the meeting would be but I knew that the local movers and shakers of the city political world would be in attendance.

We listened to speeches and I decided to do what I do- draw the people around me. I sketched a bunch of people, doing my vibes not realism style and it made my day that much better. Anyway a few images from today:

I can’t remember all the names of all the people, but 7 folx who sat across from me.Lynn, MA mayor Jared Nicholson

Meegan Simpson- Best Director of Elder Services for the City of Lynn

I’m tempted to spend some time at some local political events and sketch people. Many folx sit REALLY still, especially the politicians.

Recently, at my DayJob, we’ve started to get emails about how far children are behind compared to themselves, or others, pre-pandemic. Test scores are being compared, and conclusions drawn.

Meanwhile, I’m left wondering, what about the adults? Those in the lives of these kids, but also the rest of the world *waves about* who went through the pandemic.

I know that I have been forever changed. The pandemic was not kind to therapists and behavioral healthcare in general. Hell, I’d say that everyone in a helping profession was impacted in a way that will stick around. We might be forever changed, only the next gen will not feel this. Or maybe they will in the same way I was impacted by my grandparents living through the tail end of the Great Depression.

Professionally, academically, we call this generational trauma. See also: vicarious trauma.

We pass it down.

​I see this in my art studio. 

The ugly middle stage of an art work is leaving kids frustrated and rushing through a piece instead of their more normal careful plod. Tears are more usual than ever. Fixing becomes frantic, and when it doesn’t work the first time. End game.

Meanwhile, I make a wonky sketch of a car or a truck. It doesn’t really look like that truck- another intimidating mass of blocks and sharp points, mashed together and coated in black, gray or white. I paint it in pink for giggles.

Through this all I wonder how it is that art has saved me from the same frustrations. Sure I work with kids but I see the frustration on instagram, on YT on videos made by new creators and in my comments, and also on posts made to other social media sites- the frustration is under the surface for adults too, we just do a better job masking it. Giving up is right there at our fingertips.

But in my art, I am able to push through, tolerate the mistake and ugly middle. I know that if I think a spot sucks I can scrape it down and build it back up. I know what to do when a painting turns to shit.

scrape it down

build it back up

It’s a metaphor for life.

I chose to sink into the art. The art process. The Making of art. The keeping of a sketchbook and a journal. For now my Every Thing Every Where Journal is in 2 pieces and my sketchbook is on loose postcard shaped paper. Sometimes based on experience is necessary.

Postcard and pocket notebooks. I’ve been here before.

I fear there’s more lurking to this change. There will be more research that will uncover more issues. Still I’ll think, “what about adults? where are we?”

I have written about art and creativity since 2001. Twenty four years is a long time to do anything. You might think that after 24 years of writing about art and creativity that I might find it a tad bit easier. To a point I do, when it is about my own creativity, but not about my own art, or the art and creativity of other people.Unfinished oil pastel painting of sunset over the city of Lynn. I’ve got a whole post about this process.

I have spent the last few weeks refreshing my knowledge and understanding of writing artist statements and project pitches. It’s very different than writing about art and creativity for my blog.

Today I have to rewrite my initial pitch for the art projects I’ve got my groups doing at work.

I had a month to rewrite these.Completed oil pastel painting of the Lynn skyline at sunset. 

The initial pitch will be altered to be the show statement posted in the gallery. I can be altered again later but this version is expected to be show ready.Another oil pastel painting of Lynn at sunset.

This is my least favorite part of my job. You’d think, hey Less writes for fun a LOT, that maybe I would like this or at lease wouldn’t mind it. But no, I hate this part. Most of the writing that I do on my own or for “fun” is minorly edited. It’s cleaned up for the blog, but it’s not endlessly tweaked, or talked about or over, other people don’t edit and add. It’s written, edited (not well*) and then I press publish.

The final version of these statements will have a core of my thoughts and words but will be tweaked to fit the narrative other people want.

In my own work I have control and say, “Done is better than perfect.” as well as “Good enough.”

Anyway, today I have to “lock in” and get this done.

* I have admitted here and other places that I have difficulty catching spelling errors. It’s even worse when I write on my phone. Especially now that I wear glasses.

​The oil pastel images in this post are examples I used in my groups where I showed kids how to paint with oil pastels. These were completed with Rubens and Lightwish oil pastels. Which are ENTIRELY different from Craypas.

I recently uploaded this video:

In it I explore making almost 20 images with different materials of the same scene. Since that video I have returned to a similar exercise. 

I have take quite a few images of the sunset over Lynn as I wait for the train. The late winter and early spring sunsets in New England are full of oranges, pinks, purples, brilliant yellows and dusky blue gray. They are stunning. Watching the sun set for 10 minutes over a city with an industrial past is fascinating.

The brilliance of the sun setting over ever darkening brick buildings and the glow of lights popping on is a mind altering dichotomy. One an unavoidable aspect of the day changing the other humanity’s unending march that alters the world.

Watching that interaction is simply cool. 

I snap a picture and think about the vibes of that moment. The camera never does the feeling justice. It’s a moment and it’s gone. When I return to my studio and set up my panel all I can do is try to evoke that moment and capture that feeling.

Vibes not realism, but the vibes are real. The feeling in that moment so very real. All I can do is try to capture it.

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