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Hakken

7/14/2025

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Hakken



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Hakken
(Japanese Werewolf)
pen and ink on wood panel
8 x 12 x .75 inches
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Man is to man either a god or a wolf -Desiderius Erasmus​

I keep returning to werewolves.

Maybe because they are openly very human.  By which I mean they are savage and they know it, and also good and they know it.   Sometimes they are overcome by the moon and do savage things.  But mainly they are just everyday folks like you and like me.
I mean, a werewolf wants to fall in love, to build a life, to raise a family or have an illustrious career (or both), to find peace in the world and to find fulfillment as a being.  She just gets tripped up by the moon sometimes.

On my on-going journey of embracing self-compassion as a lifestyle,  I look my own inner werewolf in the eye daily.  At first I could not.  I could not look at that part of me directly - had to slyly skirt around the side if you know what I mean?  But now I can (usually) look at her with an open mind and an open heart, understand what her triggers (full moons) are and why they are there.  And accept her as a worthy being regardless.
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It isn't always easy, of course.  

It is, however, always messy.

​Werewolves just aren't that neat, and we don't expect them to be. 

About the art:  last week reader Carol mentioned the written description of the art process for these pen and inks on wood panel wasn't exactly clear (my words, not hers, but that's the gist of it) and I agree!  Thank you, Carol, for pointing it out.

So here is a video - soup to nuts, how to do it, and a little animation bonus at the end!

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The July Reader Giveaway continues!  Leave a comment on any blog post this month to be automatically entered to win a piece of original art - free!

​And thanks for reading, subscribing and sharing this blog.  You, dear readers, make this little space sparkle! xo
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Not A Monster

7/7/2025

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Not a Monster
pen and ink on wood panel
8 x 12 x .76 inches
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Scooby Doo taught us that the real monsters were always human - UNKNOWN

Last week was monstrous.

Many of us are walking around in a bit of shock, under a layer of grief and with our heads in our hands.  And we must and should give a bit of time to those feelings.  
The shock of the wide world implications of everything going on landed hard with me because of shipping.  

Shipping?  Yep, shipping.

Last month's Reader Giveaway winner is located in Israel.  So Wonder Mike and I wrapped her prize with care, measured and weighed it and went online to get a shipping label.  But no planes (NO PLANES!) are flying to Israel now.  Wait, what?

It is a small thing, not the end of the world (the package will wait patiently until planes fly there again) but it kind of jarred me into awakeness.  The state of things is trickling down to the every day, and systems unraveling, the day-to-day less certain.
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Which sent a flood of awareness coursing over me - all the people whose benefits, jobs, housing, education, food, utilities, medical care and citizenship are at stake now.  First a trickle, then the flood.

​But we see you, human monsters.  We see you and we vote.  We protest, we write letters and send emails and make phone calls.  We see you.  

About the art:  Wonder Mike posed for this one!  The brave little guy had no hesitation about landing in the embrace of this jovial monster.  Beginning with a varnished piece of wood panel, I added black gesso around the sketch of the figure to ground him to the background.  Working from the faces and hands outward, patiently adding each line with a Rotring Tikky Graphic Art pen number 3, filling in with a number 8.  A few white highlights (the dog's face and the monster's teeth) with a Posca paint pen.  Then a coat of varnish over the entire piece to set the ink and protect it from fading.

The July Reader Giveaway begins!  This month's giveaway piece is an oil painting on driftwood from the Olympic Peninsula in Washington state. It is ready to hang, varnished, hanging hardware on the back. approximately 5 x 18 inches.

To enter, leave a comment on any blog post during the month of July.   The winner will be announced on August 4th right here in the blog.

Ready? Set?  GO! 
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The World Invites Me

6/30/2025

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The World Invites Me



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The World Invites Me
A diptych
24 x 19 inches
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So seldom in these grief-ridden days
do I feel aa feeling as pure
as this peace that arrives
on the low-angled light
when I am quiet and still
and the world invites me
to show up for whatever
​slim warmth there is,
and know this is enough.
FROM "APRICITY"
​by ROSEMERRY WAHTOLA TROMMER
These are, indeed, grief-ridden days.  

Trommer's words hit home, especially now, when it is so important to show up for whatever slim warmth there is, to crawl out from under the monster-banishing covers, poke our heads up from our dark, safe holes and view the goodness and beauty that still exists in the world.

And there are plenty of those things, if we're brave enough to look.  I'll list a few of the things I showed up for this week:
  • slowly coaxing our crow couple's fledgling, Isolde ("Izzy") to allow us closer to her when she stops by to visit and enjoy snacks
  • riding bikes along the waterfront and feeling the long winter of training on a Wahoo Roller in the garage beginning to pay off in strength and stamina
  • putting Wonder Mike through his new training regime of tricks, proving an old dog CAN learn something new
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And this - diving into the poetry of Rosemerry Trommer.  I was introduced to her by the amazing Dotty Seiter in her blog, and felt the connection immediately upon reading one of her poems.

To my delight,  Dotty sent me a tiny art masterpiece she created - a bookmark to match one of the books.  And even MORE surprising is that I had a bookmark Dotty sent me in 2022 which matched the other Trommer book perfectly.  Little works of art, the beauty of well-crafted words, the joy of connection and friendship in grief-ridden days.​   Yes, please.
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Original art bookmarks from artist Dotty Seiter

About the art:  a mad fury of paint-laden palette knives and Yupo, big gestures and small, creating the landscape even as I wandered through it.  Unrelenting paint, colors melding, smashing, carving and cresting, letting the chaos both exist and get wrangled simultaneously.  Walking away before getting precious with it.  

Congratulations to Carol E!  Wonder Mike chose your name at random from this month's commenters.  Hooray!  Send your mailing address to [email protected] and your original art will be flying across the world in a jiffy.  

Thank you to everyone who participated this month!  A new giveaway begins one week from today.
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Do The Thing

6/23/2025

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Do The Thing


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Do The Thing
pen and ink on Yupo
8 x 10 inches
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It’s impossible to be a life-changing presence to some without being a total joke to others. Criticism is proportional to impact.

​​People will criticize you for your successes. They will criticize you for your failures. They will criticize you for acting. They will criticize you for not acting. 
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F*ck the haters. Do the thing. - MARK MANSON
It has been brought to my attention that a number of you creatives are feeling stymied by the situation in the world.  That perhaps your inner critic and naysayer, that finger-wagging shame-ball lobber is telling you not to create.  The inner voice is being a hater, sending you down the toboggan chute of procrastination and inaction.  

​Well,  I have a message (and a permission slip) for YOU!  

(If you have trouble with the video, here is the link to it on YouTube)


Here's a little something to fire up your creativity!

The AI bot recently launched the ability to take your art and animate it.  Whoa!  So the first piece into the animation incubator was Frank-on-skates.  I think the bot did a great job of bringing him to life.

Can you see me rubbing my hands together with glee?  Oh oh OH!  The possibilities!

About the art:  I like to work pen and ink drawings into the mix while layers on oil paintings are drying.  This keeps my hands busy so I don't succumb to the temptation to fuss with the oil paint while it is still damp - it's a real problem, I tell ya!  So this week I wanted to create a piece inspired by attending the NO KINGS protest here in Portland, along with the general sense of frustration and anxiety going on all around.  I'd really like to have this woman's outfit and boots.
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Marvin Makes Messes

6/16/2025

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Marvin Makes Messes



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Marvin Makes Messes
pen and ink on wood panel
8 x 12 x .75 inches
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Clutter and mess show us that life is being lived...Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation... Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist's true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here. - Anne Lamott
I am learning to be messy.

Messy should be the first instinct of humanity.  Get your hands sticky, get your feet muddy, get your hair tangled, get chocolate on your face.  Now smile. :)

As a child, the only thing I was praised for was my tidy room.  Because the one thing I was that my siblings were not was tidy.  They embraced the mess, celebrated it, perfected the art of messiness.  I cleaned my room.  

I now understand tidiness was my way of trying to control something​ in a situation that was out of control altogether.
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​Even now, when I am anxious or stressed, I start cleaning.  In the studio that means organizing supplies, putting gesso on substrates, rearranging things.  What it does NOT mean is painting or writing.  Lamott's point is solid - messes are the artist's true friend​.  It is a sure sign for me that I am deep in a good exploration if the studio is a mess.  Who cares?  There is paint to be flung with reckless abandon!

​​Where are you on the mess spectrum?  Are you a morning bedmaker?  Do you have a floordrobe?  Is there paint on your hands?  Briars in your hair?  Ice cream on your face?  Leave a comment below!  As a bonus,  you'll be entered in the June Reader Giveaway!  
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The current state of my paints

About the art:  I can't seem to stay away from monsters.  This is a larger iteration of a guy I recently made and kind of adore.  He's enthusiastic about EVERYTHING!  Beginning with an unprimed cradled wood panel, I applied a sparse layer of white gesso (keeping the background a bit like a white-washed picket fence).  I used black gesso to create the vertical backdrop for Marvin, masking off the areas for balloon and figure.  The rest was a joyful meditation of pen and ink (Rotring Tikky Graphic Artist Pens work well on gesso'd wood) and then a black Posca pen for the ground beneath Marvin.
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The Next One Might

6/9/2025

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The Next One Might



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The Next One Might
oil on art board
14 x 18 inches.
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“All artists live in the gap between what they imagine and what they produce; no finished painting ever looks as good as the one I see in my mind, but the next one might.” - BRIAN RUTENBERG
I've been listening to a lot of Brian Rutenberg's Studio Visits on YouTube.

Ok, ok, yes I have listened to them all before.  But I am a slow turtle when it comes to absorbing some information, and listening repeatedly helps knock it into my skull.  Well, sometimes. :)

​Rutenberg doesn't consider himself an abstract painter, but a southern landscape artist. Yet he doesn't paint trees, but treeness.  Oh!

The "abstracts" I paint are generally not abstract paintings - but are instead abstracted landscapes or abstractscapes.  I suppose you could call them gorgeness or forestness or beachness.  The essence of something, without the actual thing.
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But back to the quote at the beginning of this post - I absolutely live in the gap.  What I imagine and what I paint are two different things.  But I am relentlessly determined to have my skills catch up to my dreamscapes. Probably they never will.  But there is always the next one.  Which is a lot like hiking.  What's over the next hill?  Around the bend? Across the stream?  Always curious about what's coming next.  Always willing to go and look.

About the art: beginning with a piece of  art board (donated by my artist husband while he organized his studio space) I roughed in a mottled sky using a palette knife and thinned oil paint.  Using the side of the palette knife and some dark paint, I roughed in a landscape in a V shape with a couple of hills.  Working quickly and abandoning preciousness, I build layers of paint until there was some texture to it.  Grabbing a piece of butcher paper, I pressed it into the paint to lift some of the layers, then pressed the paint-laden paper in other sections, creating a rocky ground look.  Carving back into the paint with a rubber wedge and creating some "treeness", then adding color to those verticals with the palette knife.  Inspired by hikes in the waterfall section of the Columbia River Gorge.

The June Reader Giveaway continues!  Leave a comment on any blog post this month to be automatically entered to win a piece of original art - FREE!  And thanks for your comments and your support!
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Coming Home From Lonely Places

6/2/2025

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Coming Home From Lonely Places
oil on wood panel
16 x 20 x .75
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Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.― John Le Carre
Oh oh OH, you may be thinking - Lola is back in space again!  Indeed I am.  But it isn't my fault this time.  Really!  Truly!  I blame it on Carl Stoveland.  

You see, Carl sent some images he created with the AI bot of a new series called "geishanauts" and then challenged me to paint one.  I had to!  If ballgown bots and geishanauts met for tea, I am certain it would be the talk of the town.  And also, I am not one to hesitate when someone throws down an art challenge.

And when the quote came across my path (we're blazing through Le Carre's George Smiley series here at home) I thought - whoa!  THIS!
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Why?  Because making art, being an artist, creating artistic pieces is largely a solitary life.  It requires vast stretches of solitude and loneliness, and we may just "go a little mad" as Le Carre says, spending so much time in a world no one else sees.  But there is also a sense of community - slim strings of connection and resonance - which allow a little feeling of being a bit less isolated when those strings are strummed (or twanged or plucked).

So here's to all of you out there in lonely places of creativity, making magic behind the curtain. I'm sending a geishanaut to your galaxy to check in on you. :)

About the art:  this is a paint over of an older oil painting.  The beauty of it is the instant texture and colorful underpainting (which shows through a wee bit in the geishanaut's uniform).  I jumped off from Stoveland's idea with my own AI bot session, asking for a mash-up of Diebenkorn, Moebius and Fritz Scholder as style instructions. Armed with a bevy of painterly compositions, colors and figures, I ultimately settled on this piece.  I began with the background, taping off the quadrants and applying thin layers of color.  Then the figure, loosely brushed in and then refined as the composition took shape.  Carving back through the wet background to create some swirling movement.  Adding many many glazing layers to suggest light and shadow.  This quiet explorer has been most excellent company in the studio.

It's June!  A new month, a new giveaway!  Leave a comment on any blog post during the month of June to be automatically entered to win a piece of original art - FREE!  And thanks always to everyone who reads, comments and shares this blog.  It helps make this solitary artist feel a little less like a voice in the wilderness of the internet. :)
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Everything That Glitters

5/26/2025

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Everything That Glitters

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Everything That Glitters
Oil on wood
11.75 x 11.75 x 1.75
This item can be used as an altar space, flat on a surface, or hung on the wall as a pre-framed piece of art.  (Click on the image to purchase)

Our minds are like crows.  They pick up everything that glitters, no matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them. - THOMAS MERTON

​I don’t know how your mind operates, but mine often feels over-full, stuffed with metal, uncomfortable.  Too many thoughts, worries, anticipations and too little clear, empty spaces.

This piece is a reminder of our crow-minds.  A gentle suggestion to leave those excess thoughts here with the crow instead of cluttering our heads.

It's easier said than done, I realize.   A daily practice of writing down and setting down that clutter can help.  As does observing and challenging those thoughts as they arise.
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If only I could hand each cluttered thought to Rocky and ask him to fly away with it.

As it stands, he will fly away with worms, peanuts, pecans, peanut butter sandwiches and eggs.  Sigh.  I suppose we both need a little more training. 

About the art:  an intuitive piece which was spontaneously created after the crows returned from the murder season and began hanging out and talking to us again.   Beginning with a rough sketch of the crow in wet oil paint, working from the outside in with loose strokes and a wide brush, then from the inside-out with a detail brush.  Resisting the urge to overly define the background and allowing the mystery of a crow in the suggested nighttime to dominate the piece.  The frame is painted in matte black gesso, and the painting itself has been finished with a heavy coat of varnish to provide protection in the event it is used as an altar.

Holy macaroons!  Is it the end of May already?  Many thanks to all who read, listened to and shared the blog this month.  And all the commenters - thanks hugely! Your thoughtful words and responses to the art and writing informs my creative process, and I am deeply grateful. :)

Congratulations to Kris and to Dotty!  Wonder Mike chose your names at random this month as winners of the May Reader Giveaway!  Send your mailing addresses to [email protected] and your prizes will be in the mail lickety-split!  

​A new giveaway begins next month!
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We Can Dance

5/19/2025

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​We Can Dance
acrylic on wood panel
20 x 16 x .25 inches
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I say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything is out of control
We can dance, we can dance
We're doing it from pole to pole - MEN WITHOUT HATS

Everything is out of control...

Feels that way lately, doesn't it?

Avoiding the news makes me anxious.  Paying too much attention to it makes me sad.  Frustration emerges in my inability to have any great impact on any of it, though I continues to make efforts where I can.

But I will be doubly-dipped if I am going to let all that rob me of what joy each day can bring!  No, no, NO! 

We can dance - even if we aren't great dancers.  Even if it is out of character.   Maybe not as well as this Santa, who really has some moves!
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​About the art:  I'm continuing my exploration of incorporating the wood panel color and texture into paintings.  It feels very exciting to me ! For this one I began with a sketch and created a stencil to mask off the figure shape.  I taped the top and bottom and then put on a smooth coat of black gesso, preserving the wood for Santa's figure.  Then some painstaking pen and ink for all of the line work, and a tiny Posca Pen in white for the highlights.  Though a figure of this size and detail might seem tedious, it is actually quite meditative.  It requires full presence to be in control of every line - no mind wandering when using pen and ink on wood!  I'm delighted with this one - grinning every time I walk past it. :)

The May Reader Giveaway continues!  Please leave a comment on any blog post this month to be automatically entered.  The winner will be selected at random at the end of the month, and will receive a piece of original art in the mail - FREE!  Thanks to everyone who reads and comments...you provide valuable feedback, insights and confirmation that I am not a voice alone in the wilderness of the internet!  Hooray for all of you!  Thanks a million! xo
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Hitched to Everything

5/12/2025

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"Hitched to Everything"
oil on copper panel
12 x 12 x .25 inches
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...when we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe - JOHN MUIR
When we set down our (heavy, well-constructed) armor, drop our (towering, fortified, impenetrable) walls, leave our (perfected, fine-tuned)  hyper-vigilance on the curb, something happens.  We feel everything.

We feel the sensation of the wind on our skin, the sun on our faces, the sand in our shoes.  We feel the weight of a lifetime of learning the hard way, disappointment, disillusion and longing.  We feel the preciousness of the beings in our inner circles - the fleetingness of our time together, the moments we have remaining.  We feel the aging of our bodies, the softening of our minds, the finiteness of our energy.  

And the media we absorb - we feel how it impacts our moods, our thoughts, our sense of safety and wellbeing, our very dreams.
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And in that moment of emotional bombardment, in the wave of feeling and even potential overwhelm, we just may see clearly that we are hitched to everything.  We think of ourselves as separate, as individual, as apart.  But we are deeply interconnected with all of it.  All of it.

With this may come the realization, and the acceptance, that the present moment is truly all we can reasonably handle.  It is all we can feel, all we can see, all we can process.  It is a relief to set aside the future and the past for the small (tiny, infinitesimal) now.  Oh oh OH!  There it is.  All I can handle.  All I can be.

​About the art:  this is a paint-over of a piece I was quite dissatisfied with.  But as with so many things, that underpainting became the foundation and texture of something else.  Moving intuitively with a rubber wedge and palette knife, creating a meandering wander through a landscape of bare trees, laying on paint and carving back through it with the wedge to create texture and to expose the under layers.  Resisting the urge to overly define.  Allowing the eye to fill in the blanks.  Have I been here before? 

The May Reader Giveaway continues!  Leave a comment on any blog post this month to be automatically entered to win a piece of  original art - FREE!  I'm curious this month - how many of you listen to the blog?  How many read?  Is there something more (or less) you'd like to see?  Thanks in advance for your feedback - this community of readers is exquisitely wise and insightful, and your thoughts matter to me greatly. xo
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