friends

At the Art Emergency Studio

friends

The mosaic group I belong to meets at Art Emergency.  It houses a series of studios, and the founder of our get together has a space there.

I rarely run into the other artists who rent the spots, but I often get to see their work.

Which is a huge plus.  Not only am I inspired but the members of our club and their creations, I am surrounded by various styles and mediums from other artists.

 As a person whose studio is at home and works alone, this camaraderie of talent, of color and design makes for a nice break from working by myself in my pile of vintage pastels.

A garage sale violin I couldn’t wait to start mosaics on, here is the start of the project

antiques/junking, flowers, friends, jewelry, Music

Garage sales haven’t been prolific so far this spring, but what I’ve picked up has made up for the quantity in kick ass quality.

Like this vintage violin with inlaid mother of pearl flowers!

Just in case I’d hit the jackpot (don’t we always have that lingering hope when out junking?) I popped into a music store that specializes in string instruments to be sure it was “craft quality.”  I was reassured that it was old and beautiful, but in need of too much repair to be marketable, so I began digging through my jewelry supplies to find any shell, mother of pearl, or abalone bead that I had.

Our mosaic club now meets 3 days a week, and I drop by when I can and often bring other crafts, or just inventory that needs tagging to hang out and visit friends.   But I rarely do any glasswork.  I just like the company.  The group is varied, people come when they can, we could have two, or fifteen there.

At first, I thought I might collage the instrument, but realized it was an ideal candidate for some gluing and grouting instead. I covered the neck  with tiny, textured black tiles, then placed my shell pieces into flower blossoms onto it.

 Next was the tricky part, I cut those green leaves myself!

 I’m not much of a glass cutter.  Actually, I’m not at all.   The great thing about our mosaic club is that there are shelves and shelves, generously overflowing with precut, tiny squares of glass available in any color, sorted and ready to work with.  Wow, huh? What a treasure chest!

Makes me wonder why I do not create more, since the hard part is done.   And my pal, Shan is a professional glass artist, she offers to cut anything I need, I just do not want to take advantage of her.

Not only is there precut squares of glass to use (like the white ones I’ve started to apply).  There are containers of scrap glass.  That’s where I found the shades of green to make leaves that coordinate with the abalone leaves I’d added in the center.

The plan is to add a few more green vines, then fill in the background with the iridescent  white squares.  In tight spots, I’ll have to snip some of  those in half to make slivers or triangles to fill in better.  Then, I’ll grout it all in either dark gray or black.  The sides will be decopauged with sheet music, and I’ll leave the back as is, it has a lovely inlaid wood design on it.  The back is so pretty that I should probably display the finished piece on a stand instead of hanging on the wall, so people can see the inlay.

Hmmm…… looking at these photos, makes me want to pull off the squares around the scrolly holes and line the edges of it with tiny pearls first.  Then do white squares around that as I  fill in the background.  What do you think? Ooh, or itty bitty, shiny black beads not pearls?

A class with Jen

friends, paintings

During my shoulder recovery days, I’d planned to use my down time productively.  I was going to take advantage of having less responsibilities at Good Juju to see more movies, go shopping, visit friends, and experiment with loosening up my painting style.  Maybe trying to add an element of abstract into my work by learning to paint left handed.

Well, I’m glad I signed up for a class my friend was teaching at the Mulvane museum in Topeka because I needed that incentive to give that last to do item a go.  Because my weeks off weren’t as free and open as I’d dreamed they would be.  Instead of having nothing but time on my hands, I felt like crap, and my healing period was needed for healing.

dur

It was mostly spent watching 15 seasons of ER while dozing in a recliner.

Since I wasn’t feeling as chipper or motivated as I thought I’d be, I wasn’t doing much at all.  If I hadn’t signed up with a buddy and paid in advance, I wouldn’t have gone to that workshop  and had such a nice day, learning about my friend’s art process, and attempting to smear some paint around with my good arm while using a couple of her techniques.

Jen’s work is inspiring and each canvas is full of surprises.  It’s far away from my own territory when I paint, but her ideas were just what I needed to loosen up my own illustrative style and try to be more painterly.

Also, my recuperation scheme of learning new skills and enjoying myself wasn’t playing out as I’d hoped.   This class was a welcome nudge to get me out of my recliner and be  creative while mingling with friends.

I have tried to get something around the house or studio done each day, and at the beginning my tasks were simple.  As the weeks have progressed, I’ve been adding more activities daily, plus trying to walk 10,000 steps, weather permitting.  I also am working on my booth at Juju more than I’d expected.

Originally, friends and coworkers were going to redo my space each month for me.  But after arranging furniture in advance, into mostly shelving that was easily filled, I did not require friends to pop tagged items into empty spots for me, I could handle it one armed.

The dealers are all pitching in during sales to do my job, but I have surprised myself by being able to refill the booth between events with minimal help, mostly from Rich.  So quite a bit of my allotted “free time” hasn’t been as free as I’d expected.  This two hours of painting has been the entirety of my time with brushes.

But as the doctors tell me, this is a long, slow rebuild and I can’t be impatient with it.  There is a long stretch of time ahead of me, maybe I’ll still do more creative things from my plans.

Wallpaper heart table covering

Food and Drink, friends, vintage paper/collage art

Before going in for rotator cuff surgery mid February , I wanted a big night with friends to fill up my fun-o-meter.

Rich had been gifted this giant, dbl magnum of one of his favorite wines and that was a good excuse to invite people over.  There was no way we could’ve finished off that ginormous bottle on our own before it went stale on us.

And sharing a bottle of good wine with friends over dinner was just what I needed.


Our get together was on Valentine Eve, so I went all out on the reds, pinks, and roses.  I used the great big, vintage wall paper hearts I’d made or hang from the ceiling at Good Juju as my tablecloth.

After setting the table, I realized that I didn’t have a center piece.  So, I scattered dried roses (from a bouquet I’d gotten back at Christmas) down the middle of the table and gathered all of the votives I could find for a glow.  The wine decanters acted as decor too, since the wine was the star of the show.

The weather was strangely perfect for grilling (in February?!) so we had some juicy steaks along with the wine. But the best part?

So much laughter.  What a great night.

At the Elms

friends

A special friend having a birthday.

So we made slightly impulsive, sorta expensive, but worth every penny, reservation at the Elms Spa in Excelsior Springs.

We treated ourselves to an afternoon in the Grotto, then relaxed with tea in the spa lounge, where they had a heart shaped piece of wood on the wall.  My kind of place.

It’s an historical hotel, with gorgeous details throughout. And ghosts!  We took a ghost tour and learned about the spirits haunting different rooms.  My buddy even heard a ghostly party in the rooms above her overnight.

 I was jealous.

After our refreshenings at the spa, we got dressed up and went out to dinner.  Since I’d just had a facial, I wasn’t going to mess it up with makeup.  But I did put on nice clothes, which is a big deal for me that late at night.  8pm is way past jammy time for this old gal.

I even wore fancy shoes.  It is very unlike me to be out and on the town at night, and even more bizarre to not be in my spongy, sift, Oofo sandals.  These babies even had a bit of a heel.

Yep, it was a fancy excursion and a wonderful getaway.

Surprise!

Food and Drink, friends

SavingPNG

My good buddy, Jen, had a birthday surprise party planned by another great pal, Shanna.  She came up with the idea of making a donut tower and adding flags consisting of pictures of Jen’s artwork on picks to hold the treats in place.

SavingPNG
Shan rents studio space at a venue that allows members to make use of a communal area when needed (we meet up there for a weekly mosaic club). 

SavingPNG

The room is already filled with tables and chairs, plus there is bright colored art all around.  We brought in vintage tablecloths and banners to hang.  And I’d just redone my booth at Good Juju for Halloween, so I’d packed up all the paper roses and white wisteria that I’d used in it previously.  
Enlight2101

 I brought two bags full of flowers to spread around the room adding a rosy splash color.

SavingPNG
The meal was scrumptious, you gotta love a pitch in dinner.  They remind me of the annual family reunions we had in southern Indiana.  Everyone goes all out to make that one, special dish to share, so you get the best of the best recipes, right?

SavingPNG
Well, sometimes.  I’m afraid my contribution was a bit simple.  But the dip did include fresh tomatoes from our garden and was in a pretty compote.

The birthday girl was properly surprised (she thought she was running an errand for the Art Guild, then going out to dinner), the meal everyone shared was great, I got to see people I hadn’t talked to in ages, and we had a blast decorating together before guests arrived.  It could not have been a better evening. 

SavingPNG

 

Around the neighborhood in the Old West Bottoms of KC

friends, Good JuJu, Travel

SavingPNG
Typically, when I go to the West Bottoms, I’m working at Good Juju.
SavingPNG
Or popping quickly into another open shop during First Friday weekend.  And that is rare.  But the other day, Beth and I decided to check out a restaurant nearby and do a bit of exploration after a crew meeting. SavingPNG

The old buildings covered in graffiti and chippy paint have an allure that made us want to take some equally alluring photos of ourselves, making use of the gritty, textured backdrops.

SavingPNG

I see photo shoots going on in the area all the time for senior pics, engagements, or just for fun.  And after walking around the neighborhood, not just driving by, I can feel the attraction to the ambience of the weathered paints.

See, doesn’t the background make us look like tik tok beauty influencers?

IMG_8159

One thought that kept recurring to me, was how did anyone reach some of these areas with their spray paints?

Some of the graffiti was arty, some fun, all interesting.  But over all, I prefer the natural wear and tear that time provides on the surfaces.

SavingPNG

The local businesses had some interesting details that they added too.SavingPNG
Like this restaurant we chose, called The Ship, with a whole ocean/cow town theme.  

Yep, ocean/cow town.

Sounds oddly random, like the owners threw a bunch of themes written on slips of paper into a hat and plucked two out, then said, okay, this is it.

The place was hopping, with a live country band and 20-30 yr olds dressed up in their best cowgirl outfits whooping it up on the dance floor. 

I'm afraid we were more sightseers than patrons.  At my age, a loud bar is interesting to peek at, but not where I want to sit and talk during dinner.  Maybe we can go back on a night when there isn’t live music.  I did mention my age, right?  Ha! Getting me to stay out after dark in Kansas City is a rare occurrence.  I enjoyed our night out (we drive to a tapas place, and I didn’t get home til after ELEVEN PM), but the odds of dining out at night in KC again soon aren’t great.

SavingPNG
  Jammy time in front of the tv calls out to  me pretty early on most evenings.  But it’s good for the soul to get out and explore sometimes.  I recommend a walk through the Bottoms to get out of your own rut if you’re in one as deeply as I am.

 

Celebrating each other

Food and Drink, friends

SavingPNG

Beth, Angie and I threw ourselves a party.
SavingPNG

Their birthdays are only a week apart, while mine is a month earlier.  But all are springtime, so meld together nicely as a reason to celebrate with each other.
 SavingPNG

While I don’t think you ever actually need an excuse to have a party, when I see one, I’ll nab it.

SavingPNG
Any chance you get to have an afternoon with friends, especially if you also get wine and chocolate, you should take it.
SavingPNG
Add in some cupcakes, lots of laughs, and who cares if it’s a birthday today, a month ago, or no where near one at all.   

When I count my blessings, days that my buddies come out to spend an afternoon with me ant the cottage are way up there.


 

 

 

 

 

 

Patriotic art for the 4th

friends

 Enlight2087

Last week, I went to another mosaic art opening.

Enlight2085

This one also featured two of my pals, author and artist, Dr. Margie Carr and artist and teacher, Shanna Wagner.

Enlight2084

Margie has been making her glass flags with meaningful quotes imbedded and Shan uses her lyrical skills with glass to lure you in with beauty then show you some ugly truths.

Enlight2090

I am doubly impressed by both of them, that they create such lovely pieces with so much to say.

Enlight2084

And I was impressed with myself for actually getting out of the house and going to not one, but two Art openings in a week.  I tend to be a bit of a recluse of an evening.  But when I have such talented friends with stunning work, of course I had to make the effort to haul myself out in public to see it.

Enlight2084

I’m glad I got out to see the show.  Great job, Shan and Margie!

SavingPNG

Talented friends

collections, friends

SavingPNG
My friend, Shanna, started sharing her mosaic studio and supplies with friends a few years back and it has grown into full fledged club with a large group of members who come together and chat while we create.

SavingPNG

Typically, each does an individual project on their own, but sometimes there is a technique they learn together like this “flying carpet” type piece that Lynn has in the show.

SavingPNG
I don’t go as much as I’d like, there are often other things going on and I don’t get to join in weekly.  And when I do, I sometimes bring another sort of project and treat it as a craft day, since I’m not exactly a mosaic artist.  I’ve done a few pieces, but didn’t really have anything I wanted to enter into the show.  So I went to support the group and enjoy the art.  They were kind to include me in the photos and speeches.
 SavingPNG

In a roundabout way, I was part of the show.  Shan used my painting and Kim Brook’s ceramic flowers as part of a collaboration in this creation.  I love the mix of textures with the broken plates, buttons, and glass.

SavingPNG
This work from Melissa has an interesting mix too, with the millefiori glass and the idea of using the grout itself as a design element, not just a filler.

SavingPNG
And Margie’s? She has incorporated that flying carpet trick to craft a waving flag and added a meaningful quote in alphabet beads.  I just love all of her work.  

After seeing pieces in various stages of completion, it was striking to see a roomful of finished, professional art on display.   I often take the gatherings for granted, as just an opportunity to hang out with friends and get a few hours of creative time.  But this group show reminds me of the talent I’m surrounded by and I was properly impressed by what they have all done.

 

 

Scroll to Top