Elizabeth W. Seaver Fine Art

Off to Work

2012-01-30T08:14:00.000-08:00

Off to Work, collage/acrylic, 8 x 24

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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Lounge singer, circus performer and umpire pedal off to earn their daily bread. They leave no carbon footprint, only tire tracks. As you can see, entertainment is big in the bird world.

While cleaning out my grandmother's attic, I stumbled upon a wee portal into that avian sanctuary. After years of observation and trust building, followed by hours of negotiation, the secretive denizens of Avianopolis have allowed me to carry out snapshots of life there.

Stay tuned for more.

Emmaline

2012-01-27T06:30:00.000-08:00

Emmaline, acrylic on wood panel, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Emmaline had big news--HUGE, in fact. The circus train had just arrived at the station, and she watched as a red-nosed clown jumped off the still-moving caboose to post a notice on the bulletin board. Emmaline pushed her way forward to read it. There it was! Tryouts for local circus extras would begin at nine the next morning.

She had to find her best friend, Aloysius. Emmaline knew how much it meant to him to join the circus one day. On top of that, he had the costume, and he'd practiced so hard for the high wire.

Tomorrow might be the day.

Aloysius

2012-01-21T03:37:00.000-08:00

Aloysius, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6 x 3

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Aloysius loved the circus. To his parents' dismay, he disdained ordinary little bird clothes. No t-shirts and jeans for Aloysius. No, he rode his bicycle all around town wearing tights and sequined spandex.

He dreamed of being discovered by circus scouts. He imagined that when he was begged to join that traveling band of sparkling acrobats, he'd be so accomplished a rider, they'd invite him to pedal the tightrope.

Real Bird

2012-01-16T10:39:00.000-08:00

Real Bird, 8 x 16, mixed media w/acrylic on canvas

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Please enlarge the image to see the details. I sewed around the painted patches, and the eye is a button.

The idea for this painting was fueled by my belief that it is love which makes us real--love that we give and love that we receive in communities, families and relationships. Check out The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams, for my literary inspiration.

Nice End to the Year!

2012-01-04T14:07:00.000-08:00

Going My Way, acrylic, 18 x 36 by Elizabeth W. Seaver

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Lovely folks bought this painting on the last day of 2011, making a very nice conclusion to a great year.

Sir Walter in the Reeds

2011-12-01T04:20:00.001-08:00

Sir Walter in the Reeds, acrylic, 48 x 60

Elizabeth W. Seaver

When Walter's mate had been alive, they'd danced every day. Walter and Agatha loved to dance.

If the weeds at the bottom of their pond were imbued with an especially tasty crunch that day, the two would dive deep to the bottom, grab a mouthful, then rise to munch and dance on the surface of the water. Necks twisting this way and that, they'd sail in a circle, feet pumping to lift them up, with a wing assist.

If one of their many offspring had been especially clever, Agatha and Walter would show their appreciation for its wit or accomplishment with a double pirouette, wings flapping and tails shaking.

They often hosted parties to celebrate the magnificent sunsets on their bank of the pond. Couples came from all over the marsh to shimmy and wriggle and writhe.

Now, Walter's heart weighed as much as that stone he'd tried to move when Agatha wanted to place their nest just there. He'd been so lonely he just couldn't dance. He could only sit in the reeds and remember his graceful mate.

Just then, the reeds whispered. They writhed and shimmied in the early morning light. Walter listened closely.

When they quieted for a moment, he bent his long neck down towards the marsh grasses. "Excuse me. What did you say?" he asked, being a polite sort of bird.

The reeds answered, "Daaannnncccce. Dance with usssss."

Walter's heart eased, not quite so heavy as before. He closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. He swayed gently at first. In response, the reeds swished and twisted. Walter shook his head and bobbed it up and down. He shimmied and wriggled, sitting there amongst the companionable reeds.

And Agatha whispered, "Dance, my love. Dance."

Recently Finished

2011-11-17T04:15:00.001-08:00

Among the Reeds, 24 x 30, acrylic, Elizabeth W. Seaver

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For a friend.

I'm working on a new series of works combining printmaking with acrylic painting on canvas, such as the one pictured here. My latest painting is 48 x 60, and believe me when I say that I am like the Lilliputians with Gulliver in my relationship with a canvas this size.

Imagine me climbing up and down my step ladder to reach the top, despite the fact that I have the easel lowered so that the bottom edge of the canvas is practically on the ground. I rest the thing on my shoulder to print (I am sure there is a better way, but that would involve stopping the creative process to solve that problem.) And I require the help of other Lilliputians to move the behemoth from easel to table and back again.

It is a giant on my tiny island. "Help!" the little painter cried.

Flamingo

2011-11-14T19:30:00.001-08:00

Flamingo, 12 x 12, acrylic on masonite

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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This bird sold before I could even put it up on the wall. Thanks, Judy!

Lemon Bird

2011-11-07T12:44:00.000-08:00

Lemon Bird, acrylic, 6 x 6, Elizabeth W. Seaver

Perhaps a better title would be Unlikely Friends.

Did I just hear someone say, "Well, THAT'S different for you?!!"

Juxtaposition

2011-11-04T05:56:00.000-07:00

Juxtaposition, 24 x 36, mixed media

Elizabeth W. Seaver

I began this piece four years ago and never quite thought it was finished. I've been looking at it ever since, every time I am in my basement where it hangs on the paneled walls.

I like to do that. Watch an unfinished painting. It evokes a kind of patience that I bring to almost nothing else in my life.

Within the last couple of weeks, I took it down off of the wall and began renovations. Here it is. And I'm much happier with it.

It is on the wall of my studio now, for our First Friday opening. And, I know, it will engender much comment, the upshot of which will be, "This is different for you." It will be said with raised eyebrows, inviting me to speak on the subject. Each time I hear those words, I have to take a deep breath and endeavor not to bite.

Why do I bristle? I've given it lots of thought. I think it is because that is what I do every day in my studio--making sure that what I do is different. Unlike anyone else's and as originally me as possible--me, the artist I work to become all the time. Must I make everything look the same, even if it is my sameness? It is my great joy to get to spend hours making stuff and rearranging my arsenal of skills and techniques in ways I've never seen before (I'm not arrogant enough to think that no one has actually ever done it before.) That's my job, as I see it.

Now, do I really think that people are meaning to be anything but conversational when they say, "This is different for you?" No, I really don't. Despite being an artist myself, I do understand. I am completely intimidated to begin a conversation with an artistic stranger. My words stick in my throat, and I stutter....

"Have you always worked with these materials, or is this series different for you?" ACK! I've done it. I've said the unthinkable!

So, I do know why it gets said. And it is said by the best kind of people--those who are actually paying attention to my work. Bless 'em.

So, I'm steeling myself to hear the phrase that shall not be named often tonight. And I'll remind myself that it's nice that the sayer is paying attention and bite back a cranky retort.

(After all, how can I quibble....there is nary a bird in it!)

On Watch

2011-10-24T21:29:00.000-07:00

On Watch, acrylic on masonite, 12 x 12

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Lots of good news on the art front in the last few days. I'll tell more later. For now, here is a new piece.

Mom and Sis coming for Thanksgiving--a reason to give thanks, for sure!

(But what happened to October?)

Quail

2011-10-20T04:54:00.000-07:00

Quail, 6 x 6, acrylic on panel

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Going to the dentist this morning. Thought this was an appropriate title.

quail (intransitive) To lose heart or courage; shrink or waver before danger or difficulty; become fearful or doubtful; flinch; cower; tremble.

Black Swan

2011-10-17T02:26:00.000-07:00

Black Swan, 6 x 6, acrylic on masonite

Elizabeth W. Seaver

I found these cool panels on a jaunt through Charlottesville and have been putting a series of playful paintings on them. I have a HUGE canvas that I must adorn for a really big painting show in December at LibertyTown. I am trying all kinds of things out on smaller surfaces first.

No telling where I will end up--and there's the fun, friends and neighbors!

Lime Birds

2011-10-15T04:55:00.000-07:00

Honestly! 5 x 5, collage, pen, colored pencil,

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Don't you wish you knew what they were saying? Looking in from the outside, we can only guess. Perhaps she is just demonstrating the latest birdie dance step. It must come with a good story, though, because her friend is listening with great anticipation.

Isn't that the best, when a friend has a good yarn to spin about date night, a trip or a funny misadventure? The teller settles in to tell, and the listener prepares herself to be royally entertained. And it's even more fun when the meeting is by chance and long-awaited.

I can think of a few friends with whom I need to sit and share a few stories. We live too far away to meet in the meadow, but we can talk on the phone. It has been way too long.

Choir Practice

2011-10-07T09:37:00.000-07:00

Choir Practice, pen, collage, colored pencil, 5 x 5

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Obviously this is an impromptu sing-a-long in the meadow, not the usual Wednesday night workout at the church-house. But, you've got to sing when the Spirit says sing as the old spiritual says. And when two or three are gathered together, let's hope you have harmony!

Happy Together

2011-10-06T05:33:00.000-07:00

Happy Together, pen/collage/colored pencil on paper,

Elizabeth W. Seaver, framed 8 x 8

The title says it all.

Technology and the Beach

2011-09-30T05:33:00.000-07:00

I'd Better Go Back to Paperbacks, collage/acrylic

16 x 20, Elizabeth W. Seaver

Sand and salt water in the ebook? Not such a good thing. And consider what you will do in the winter when there is no humidity swelled bodice ripper/mystery thriller/sci-fi adventure to remind you of your days in the sun? No sand falling out in your lap when you open that beach read for the second run through? How sad!

On the other hand, no $189 "book" ruined by that unexpected wave rolling over your comfy lounge chair as you sit enthralled by exciting events in the worlds in your head.

All technological advances aside, I think a paper book is still the way to go at the beach.

Our fine, feathered friend above is just about to figure that out...

That Loaded Question

2011-09-28T06:11:00.000-07:00

Does My Butt Look Fat in These Wings?

oil, 18 x 36

Elizabeth W. Seaver

To which the answer is no. And not just any no, but an immediate and emphatic one. Any hesitation, no matter the reason, is unacceptable. Sound sincere. This is a conversation it is really best to practice in the mirror in order to avoid tears, and a week of the cold shoulder.

Okay, you say to yourself, She asks me, "Does my butt look fat in these wings?"

And I say, NO!

You get the picture.

Because, here's the deal. She has showered and powdered, changed wings three times, decided not to wear shoes (four pairs of high heels are a lot to manage,) stared in the mirror trying to see her own butt (to no avail,) carefully applied her lipstick, and is about to step out on the town. Now is no time to tell her that her efforts to look her best are for naught.

Besides, don't we glow when we think we look like a million bucks?

And it's just a tiny lie...

With a Cherry on Top

2011-09-26T08:54:00.000-07:00

WIP, With a Cherry on Top, collage/acrylic, 15 x 30

Elizabeth W. Seaver

I agreed to help the Fredericksburg Area Museum by being one of 9 artists who did painting demonstrations during their fundraiser on Saturday night. The paintings were auctioned off, wet, at the end of the evening.

I did the collage and drawing the day before, but decided to try to paint the entire thing in the time I had after setting up--quite a challenge. And then, the organizers moved the auction time up half an hour to get as many bidders as possible, which made it a super-challenge! During the painting time, folks came up to talk and ask questions about the process, etc. The kids were the cutest, one of whom kept an eye on me and said several times during the evening, "You're doing a good job." I don't think I'd have made it without the encouragement!

The bidding is excruciating for me, so I did not stay in that room for long. But, the best thing about the evening was that my piece went to friends of my son's. I love the idea that young people are starting a collection of original art. That they wanted my piece was a HUGE compliment. Thanks Jason and Lindsay, you made me so happy! And you helped the museum, too. You guys are great x 2!

The part of the evening that I struggled with, even as I agreed to do this months ago, still makes me uncomfortable. Why is it that artists are the go-to for fundraisers (esp. in our town?) It is the assumption of those who ask us that the exposure will be so good for us. In fact, usually the work goes so cheaply that it actually undermines our art businesses.

Can you guess what brought the highest bid at the auction? Yep. Basketball tickets. Two tickets for one game went for $2500, as much as five or six of the paintings put together. Doesn't that say something to the organizers? Their crowd doesn't want art. It wants sports stuff or trips. Give them what they want, and raise more money. Let the artists create for those who appreciate their work.

Here's what I am thinking. From now on, I'm going to give work to benefit artists and the arts organizations with which I am involved. Period.

What has been your experience? Any thoughts out there about fund raising or a better way to include some benefit to the artists who generously give their work to various causes?

Mixed Vegetables

2011-09-21T09:50:00.000-07:00

Mixed Vegetables, 6 x 6, acrylic on canvas

Elizabeth W. Seaver

This was painted for the 6 x 6 x 6 show in the main gallery at LibertyTown next month. Anyone in the Fredericksburg area able to hand deliver works ought to enter. It was a fun show last year with lots of sales. Go here to find out more and download an entry form.

Catching Up

2011-09-20T05:21:00.000-07:00

Catching Up, 5 x 5 on paper, mixed media

Elizabeth W. Seaver

It has been a while since I did any work on paper, but I needed more cards for sale in my card rack. Some time back, I had gotten a box of blank cards on really high quality paper. I snapped them up when I saw them on clearance. Too good to be true? Yep, when I opened the box, there were no envelopes--yikes!

So, I made a pattern and cut down some larger envelopes I already had to make cute square ones to fit. THEN I created the cards. I ended up liking them so much I wanted to frame them. Oh well. I did put some in my card rack, and they have "flown" out of there. It has been fun to doodle again!

I plan to float mount them on black foam core and surround that with a mat the same color as the paper. The frames are 8 x 8 and black.

In other news, I have been juried into the Workhouse Arts Center in Lorton, VA, as an associate artist. That means I may show up to four works every month in the gallery in the main building, W-16. Associate artists have the same benefits as studio artists there, but I may continue to work and teach at my studio at LibertyTown. I am so pleased to have an opportunity to exhibit my work regularly outside of the immediate area.

Since I finished my artist residency at LibertyTown in early May, I have been working on what would be my next big thing. The residency is meant to be a launching pad for an emerging artist, and yet, I have pretty deep ties in the community, so I wasn't interested in leaving the area. This is a great solution.

The LibertyTown residency was such a great thing for my growth as an artist, and as a small business owner. I do not think I'd have been ready for this step without it. I have to thank Dan Finnegan, potter extraordinaire and visionary founder of LibertyTown, for the faith he had in me when he hired me to fill the job (and his continued faith, every day for three years afterwards!)

Hot Off the Presses

2011-09-16T17:21:00.000-07:00

Hot Off the Presses, acrylic, 12 x 12

Elizabeth W. Seaver

(Do I need to remind you all that the title refers to the old-fashioned communication form, the newspaper, which is printed on big, rolling presses?)

I really refer to the neighborhood grapevine--gossip which grows and spreads like the proverbial weeds. A tidbit must be passed on as quickly as possible, only savored later, usually in excruciating detail, over the garden fence, or perhaps with a cup of tea. And, the less that is known for fact, then the more must be speculated, thereby giving greater satisfaction to the gossipers.

In this case, the striped one can actually say that a little bird told her, and then endeavor not to be a snake in the grass!

Sorry. Couldn't resist.

The Big Version

2011-09-11T09:44:00.000-07:00

Splendor in the Grass, acrylic, 18 x 18

Elizabeth W. Seaver

The post before last featured the study for this piece.

I really want leggings like that.

2011-09-10T01:33:00.000-07:00

Toes in the Sand, oil, 4 x 4

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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I cannot end the summer without a beach scene. I didn't get to the shore this year, but will be going to the mountains for a weekend in October. Can't wait!

Lady Bug Parade

2011-09-09T02:33:00.000-07:00

Lady Bug Parade, oil, 4 x 4

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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No, this bird is NOT shopping for a snack! In my world (do I sound like Bob Ross?) predators and their prey are friends. I come back again and again in my paintings to themes of peaceful relationships among and between natural enemies. I paint it, and there it is--magic. I like being able to create a universe in which I would like to live.

Harvest Time

2011-08-31T05:08:00.000-07:00

Harvest Time, oil, 11 x 14

Elizabeth W. Seaver

We've had such lovely, cool, dry weather since our weather bouquet of last week. This morning, the temperature reminds me that fall is on its way. The growing season of spring and summer is my favorite of the year, and I always get a bit melancholy when I can feel it ending.

The upcoming days of raking leaves and donning sweaters does put me in mind of my childhood pet dog who loved the cooler weather and would bark and run around in circles in the yard, jumping blissfully into raked piles of leaves. I would do well to remember her, and even if I can't emulate her exuberance entirely, endeavor to run around in circles and jump in the leaves in my heart.

Earthquakes, Thunderstorms and Hurricanes

2011-08-27T05:05:00.000-07:00

Seedlings, oil, 8 x 10, Elizabeth W. Seaver

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What a week it has been, weather-wise. As we await whatever will come from Irene, I thought I'd post another of my recent paintings, also in oil. Here's a plant which doesn't need to be watered, and can't be washed away in a drenching rain.

Free Range

2011-08-17T08:08:00.000-07:00

Free Range, oil, 10 x 8

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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I was working on a commission in oil and got excited about that medium again. So, while the paints are wet, I am using them instead of acrylics--but just for now.

I always say that my favorite thing about acrylics is that they dry so quickly. And my least favorite thing about acrylics is that they dry so quickly. I love the way the oil paint continues to move and soften edges.

See below, landscape in acrylic:

Gulf Coast Sunrise I, acrylic, 12 x 12

And landscape in oil:

Gulf Coast Sunrise 2, oil, 10 x 10

Radishes, Finished

2011-08-07T10:07:00.000-07:00

Dahling, You Look Radishing, mixed media, 24 x 24

Elizabeth W. Seaver

I heard from two different folks yesterday things I didn't know before. One, if you want to scare bunnies away from your produce, Ginger says to plant marigolds around the vegetables. They don't like the scent. I think I had heard that about bugs, but didn't know it worked on other creatures as well.

Secondly, my friend Heidi says that big, scary groundhogs are more of a problem in her garden than rabbits.

My Granny had a wonderful green thumb and was a proponent of peace and justice. Rabbits were few and far between in Houston neighborhoods. But let a slug come anywhere near her garden, and she turned vicious. I still remember her cries of triumph as she sprinkled salt on those slugs.

My root vegetable series is, in part, tribute to her. I miss you, Granny.

Rabbit's Delight II

2011-08-06T05:20:00.000-07:00

And the grown up painting....

Rabbit's Delight II, acrylic, 24 x 24

Elizabeth W. Seaver

...carrots for those really big, scary bunnies that hide until dark and then swipe the fruits of your sweaty labors.

Or, you could just buy it and hang it in your kitchen.

Rabbit's Delight

2011-08-05T11:04:00.000-07:00

Rabbit's Delight, mixed media, 4 x 4

Mini root veggie, painted as a study for a larger painting, which I will share later when I get a better photo.

Becoming

2011-07-28T04:13:00.000-07:00

Becoming, 18 x 24, mixed media

Elizabeth W. Seaver

And what fun it was to add color back in and to imagine what seeds might look like as they are gathering all their creative matter to produce the flower or fruit of their kind!

The growing season is my favorite time of year.

Transition

2011-07-17T06:45:00.000-07:00

Rooftop Gardens, mixed media, 16 x 20

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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High Road, acrylic, 16 x 20

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Both of these represent where the train went off the track, so to speak, in my quest to push the limited palette! Color crept in. In these two paintings I added quinacridone red, phthalo blue red shade, and cobalt blue to the hansa yellow, quinacridone gold, dioxazine purple, white and black that I had been using. And, there I stayed for the next set of works I completed. In fact, I do not think I am done yet with this combination.

I just finished a week of summer camp in my studio. Let me tell you, we (my son, Matt, and Betsy Glassie, another artist at LibertyTown and I) took them on a mixed media journey. I think we wore them out! I know they did the same to me--but it was great fun with great kids. We're doing it again this week with a different group of campers.

I'm ready, now that I've got my camp legs under me!

Series Continued

2011-07-14T06:12:00.000-07:00

Interwoven, mixed media, 11 x 14

Oasis, mixed media, 11 x 14

Unblinking, mixed media, 6 x 6

In Time, mixed media, 16 x 20

All the above works by Elizabeth W. Seaver

In these four works I continued to "ring changes" on the limited palette I had chosen: hansa yellow medium, quinacridone gold, dioxazine purple, white and black. I toned the canvas with the deep purple, then placed tape of various sizes to delineate the underground layers.

Then, using tape and other sticky films I created the images that I wanted left behind when I began to paint over the dark under-painting. I discovered that I could create the impression of rough, mysterious underground places such as rock or fossil or dirt by dry-brushing over impressions made with modeling paste and my block prints.

If you know me and my previous work at all, it will not surprise you that it didn't take long before color began to creep back into these simple pieces. Stay tuned for the transition.....

Trio and Back Tracking

2011-07-10T14:07:00.000-07:00

Safe at Home, mixed media, 8 x 8

Elizabeth W. Seaver

City Block, mixed media, 8 x 8

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Between the Trees, mixed media, 8 x 8

Elizabeth W. Seaver

I painted these three at about the same time--early in my latest series of experimenting with a limited palette (hansa yellow med., quinacridone gold, diox. purple, black and white), toning the canvas with a deep purple and then masking areas with tape and contact paper. I love the square gallery format. They are not necessarily meant as a triptych.

The layering underground aspect of the painting derives in part from my early love of archeology and curiosity about what is below our feet (way below). I have loved rocks and fossils from an early age, always keeping my head down looking when in an area where they were likely to be found.

The textures in the paintings were made by printing my hand-cut blocks smeared with modeling paste. At first, I used a brush to apply the paste onto the blocks in a stenciling motion, but now go back and forth between that and applying the paste to the canvas with a palette knife and printing and drawing in it.

The last couple of posts have been later works in this same series when I began to go back to a broader color palette, though still a fairly limited one. But I did do 12 or 15 works in the limited palette and found myself wishing I had showed those more fully.

More Root Vegetables

2011-07-06T17:47:00.000-07:00

This is work in progress. I'm still planning to bring up the lights for more contrast. It is painted around the sides on a gallery wrap canvas, 24 x 24, and is a mixed media piece. Still unsure of a title--the working title, courtesy of my son, is Dahling, You Look Radishing.

Other suggestions anyone?

by Elizabeth W. Seaver

I'll take a better photo when I finish the job!

Too Close for Comfort

2011-07-02T23:48:00.000-07:00

Too Close for Comfort, 8 x 8, mixed media

Elizabeth W. Seaver
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Some of my mysterious root vegetables...you decide what the title means!

This is painted on 1.5" canvas, so the painting continues on sides, top and bottom. I've really enjoyed painting on those canvases recently--a nice change from framing.

Back soon,

Elizabeth

Finally, An Update

2011-07-02T15:20:00.000-07:00

It has taken me such energy to live my life over the last couple of months, that I haven't had any stuff left to write about it. So, with a little rest under my belt, and a renewed intention to blog, I've decided to do a top ten list of the happenings in my life over the last little while. First, personal ones:

Son graduates!
Family arrives from Texas for a week to see son graduate.
Son graduates with honors.
Graduate son is such a pleasure to be around.
August 24th is target date for graduate to move to new life on campus.

The brothers at dinner beforehand.

Professional top five:

I'm happy with the new work I've been creating.
I love my new work space.
My students come to create with such joy and excitement.
My summer camps filled.
The following piece is in a show called Liberty in the main gallery at LibertyTown this month.

Hungry No More, mixed media, 18 x 36

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Peace and Happy 4th everyone!

Elizabeth

Family Dynamics

2011-05-17T09:02:00.000-07:00

Family Dynamics, collage/acrylic, 18 x 18, Elizabeth Seaver
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I'll leave it up to you to figure out the title.

The studio move is complete, and I will try to get a good picture of it to show here. I've worked and taught in it this week, and the space feels right. I like a good shake up of work space. It has not happened without its difficulties, but I lived to tell the tale--and that must count for success!

Black Sheep

2011-05-15T06:52:00.000-07:00

The new space is a great place to work. I've been painting and teaching in it all week and am really getting settled in. Yesterday I taught a class of six in there, and all went very well. There are a few things left to do--always, right? Lighting needs a bump up, and I need to get a name plate above the door, among other trifles.

I had a nibble on a piece I've completed since moving in. See it below.

Black Sheep, mixed media, 8 x 8, Elizabeth W. Seaver
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Thanks, everyone, for looking and reading. After having Blogger "blow up" for a few days, it really makes one amazed that it works so smoothly most of the time.

Under Construction and Prom Night

2011-05-08T06:54:00.000-07:00

This is a view of my new studio space, under renovation, as of Friday. I spent the day painting the edge work, and Anna who dropped in from Charlottesville (luckily for me!) did the roller work.

The color I chose is a lovely yellow. I almost became a blond when a small, plastic tub I was using for brush work fell on my head as I was moving the ladder. It was a true cartoon/3 Stooges moment. I was actually glad for company in my humiliation, because Anna grabbed my glasses to wash them off (can't do without my eyes!), Miles took a picture, Rob, my studio mate, said "O My God!", and I walked carefully to the ladies to dunk my head in the sink for a good scrub, laughing the whole way. The story of my smooth move spread through the building, and I got to tell it all night long! My legendary lack of grace keeps me humble.

I'll begin to transfer my stuff to my new space today and work on the move for the next couple of days. It's just around the corner from my current space, so it will be a relatively painless process.

Being artist-in-residence for three years at LibertyTown Arts Workshop has been a joy and a privilege. Huge thanks to my boss and owner of LTAW, Dan Finnegan, for the opportunity.

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Last night was prom for my son, who graduates in June. The theme was Masquerade. Here he is in all his glory.

I love you, man!

New Series

2011-05-06T04:34:00.000-07:00

What Lies Beneath, mixed media, 16 x 20

Elizabeth W. Seaver

This is the first painting I began in a new series exploring a mixed media approach to the painting process with a limited palette. As to the subject matter: I've been thinking a great deal about the interdependence of all things, living and non-living, all intertwined with the idea of community and how important that is. Recent earthquakes, marching development, hatred and revenge, and extreme weather have all played a part in the images I have been creating.

I have completed eight paintings so far. You can see them all here.

Blessings on you all. I hope the day is as beautiful where you are as it is where I am.

Are You My Mother?

2011-05-05T03:29:00.000-07:00

Are You My Mother?, 11 x 14, acrylic/collage

Elizabeth W. Seaver

The title is inspired by one of my favorite childhood books by P.D. Eastman, only my little bird gets it right on the first try. No need to tour the neighborhood searching for the absent Mommy, just off to find herself a bite to eat.

And while we are on the subject of hatching and eggs and Spring...here are two more new paintings on that theme.

Start Up Company, 4 x 4, acrylic/collage

Lady in Waiting, 8 x 10, collage/acrylic

I'll be moving my studio in the next week with all the attendant hoisting, lifting, packing, painting, nail-hole-filling and cleaning. I will share photos when the dust has settled!

Bird in the Hand

2011-04-27T05:26:00.000-07:00

A Bird in the Hand, acrylic/collage, 18 x 22

Elizabeth W. Seaver

I had to apologize to two of my young students because I didn't use the title they came up with for this painting. They wanted me to call it Acrobird, which I really did like. But as I was varnishing the finished piece, that old saying popped into my head. Allie and Dahlia had never heard a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, and thought that was the dumbest title they'd ever heard of. Grown-ups are so weird, they said.

Well, I had to agree with them on that, and reassure them that I DID like their title. But when a title falls out of the sky, as it were, who am I to just let it lie there? Titling a painting is a dirty business. I mean how fair is it that you've taken all the time and trouble to learn to paint, gather the supplies, come up with the idea, prepare the substrate, paint the picture, repaint the picture, let it dry, varnish and frame it--and THEN have to give it a name? Bleah. All this is to say that when a title willingly presents itself to the artist's battered mind, it is a gift, and not to be left unopened and unappreciated.

So, my sincere apologies, girls. And thanks for the help with the hard stuff.

Osgood

2011-04-23T18:26:00.000-07:00

Her Sure Foundation, collage/acrylic, 11 x 14

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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Thoughts from a bird riding a bicycle on a tightrope:

"My mother was right; I should have gone to medical school."

Peeking Out

2011-04-16T07:02:00.000-07:00

Peeking Out,mixed media, 9 x 12

Elizabeth W. Seaver

2011-04-13T04:25:00.000-07:00

How Much Is That Cupcake in the Window? collage/acrylic, 18 x 36

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Ahhhh, that sweet smell of freshly baked pastry. It wafts through the breeze, tickling my nose and pulling me in the direction of scrumptious goodies. In the manner of the old cartoons, the delicious smell morphs into a hand, which beckons, and, inevitably, I drift through the door of the bakery.

Hear the bell jingle?

There they sit right in the window--cupcakes.

I'll take three. And coffee to go.

In my dreams....

Hot Damn!

2011-04-09T17:03:00.000-07:00

I had a buyer come into my studio today and buy three paintings for his new river house! Here they are....

Orange Umbrellas, 18 x 36, acrylic

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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Pinwheel Candy, 18 x 36, collage/acrylic

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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Migration Fallout, 24 x 36, collage/acrylic

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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Coming Up for Air

2011-04-05T12:28:00.000-07:00

Reclamation, acrylic on canvas

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Parasol, acrylic on masonite

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Thank you to those of you who have sent me kind emails wondering whether I was okay and saying nice things about my blog. I appreciate your attentions.

It has been a bit of a struggle, creatively, for the last few months. I feel like I've broken through the barrier, though, and I really want to get back to writing and showing my art and visiting your blogs, too.

Enough said...the above are a couple of pieces which were vehicles for overcoming my dry spell, by allowing me to work with color, pattern and masking.

My plan is to have a story for next time...

Commision

2010-12-11T02:54:00.000-08:00

Unexpected Guest, acrylic/collage, 30 x 40

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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The holiday rush is upon us, and I have been creating busily in my elvish workshop. I've made magnets and ornaments out of my little collaged birdies, designed and printed two new holiday greeting cards, done lots of teaching, hung a show, had an opening of another show with two friends, and worked on this commissioned piece. What I haven't done is blog.

I am happy to report that Put Upon has a new home besides my studio. It was purchased by a person who has bought two other works from me. See it below. It is entirely too yellow in the photo.

Put Upon, acrylic on board, Elizabeth W. Seaver

30 x 38

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The following pieces also found new homes this month:

Moonlight Serenade, acrylic/collage, 6 x 8

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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Greeting the Morning, acrylic/collage, 4 x 4

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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So life is good in the 'Burg. Thanks, everyone, for your visits and comments, and I want to extend a warm welcome to my new followers. All of you are much appreciated for your support and interest.

"And Then HE Said..."

2010-11-25T01:29:00.000-08:00

"And Then HE Said...," collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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There's lots to be grateful for at the Thanksgiving table this year. My top three are: the love of family and friends; the blessings I receive daily getting to do work I am passionate about; to have had the guiding love of my father for 51 years.

I wish you all much happiness for the day.

Wistful (Wishful) Puffin

2010-11-18T03:43:00.000-08:00

Wishing for Spring, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver

There once was a puffin named Martie

who, when invited to party,

said "I'm saving my coins

and girding my loins

'Cause I'm leaving this cold, frozen Arctic."

As usual, I have taken liberties with the facts in my painting. Atlantic puffins head for northern climes during warmer months to breed and actually spend the winter at sea. This makes it hard for scientists to study their winter behaviors and habitats. Puffins have waterproof feathers and can drink seawater, which I find amazing.

You can learn more about Atlantic Puffins here. They are not yet endangered, according to the Audubon.org site, but they are threatened.

I am not like some of you hardy folk who relish bundling up in layers of clothing and setting out to frolic in the snow, the deeper the better. Nah-uh!

There once was an artist, Elizabeth,

Who, when exhaling, could see her breath.

She dreamed of the sand,

frozen drink in her hand--

frozen feet, instead, had Elizabeth.

Stay warm, everyone!

Who Knew...

2010-11-17T15:51:00.000-08:00

That I would be able to set up a blog all by myself?
That I would still be blogging after TWO YEARS?
That I would find such a great community of fabulous people who were also blogging?
That I would so enjoy sharing the process of my art and my writing?

I had no idea what I was getting into on November 17, 2008. But I know now!

My world has expanded, and my life has been enriched in many ways. Thanks to all of you for the advice, companionship and the great blogs that you write.

(What did I do before I was a blogger?)

Mother and Child

2010-11-16T05:19:00.000-08:00

Mother and Child, acrylic, 5 x 7, Elizabeth W. Seaver

Do you suppose a mother royal penguin feels guilt about failing her child? I don't really imagine that she does. Her life is too hard and too full of all it takes to survive. Of course, her offspring's survival is the main goal of her maternal role, and she is, after all, a bird and not a human.

Nonetheless, it must be nice to be free of guilt and worry about the moral and ethical development of said child; does he/she need glasses for all these years (and the mother not know it, for pete's sake!) --and anxiety that time is running out to do all the teaching a human mother is supposed to do. Now, I'm lucky because I have a human father in my child's life to help in the nurturing of my not-so wee-ones.

That's one of the cool things about these penguins, as you may know. They mate for life and shift the egg-child and the responsibility for its warmth until hatching back and forth for 35 days. They rotate 12 day shifts.

They also share the babysitting duties, the father often taking the first 10 to 20 days while the mother brings them both food. (This sentence reminds me that my husband got right put out once when someone asked him if he was babysitting our older child. M.H. responded, "I'm not babysitting; I'm parenting.") Go, M.H.!

I love the fact that penguins are colonial animals, meaning they live in large groups together and often share care giving in nurseries of sorts. We do that.

One big difference between our children and a penguin child is that after 65 days a penguin chick has its adult feathers and is ready to fend for itself. Our servitude is considerably longer if we're lucky and terminally long if there is failure to launch.

If, from my more or less random musings on the life of the royal penguin, you have been left with the impression that I'd prefer her life to mine at the moment, consider that it is college application time at our house.

We will survive it. (I know this because we've been through it before and lived to tell the tale.)

Papa Bird

2010-11-15T05:32:00.000-08:00

Papa Penguin, acrylic on canvas, 5 x 7, Elizabeth W. Seaver

Ran out of time for story today, but here is a new painting. I'm working on a number of small paintings to be ready for our small works show in December at LibertyTown.

Welcome to my new followers! Thanks so much for joining me on my creative roller coaster....

"I Said, Fly SOUTH!"

2010-11-12T01:55:00.000-08:00

"I Said, 'Fly South!'" collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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As the day and hour of Fall Migratory Take-off approached, General Snortfeathers flew in tighter and tighter circles, anxious about this year's trip.

He bellowed in private to his wife, Clarissa, "This is the most ill-prepared bunch of silly geese I have ever had the misfortune to lead for migration! In all my years of...."

"Yes, Dear, so you've said," Clarissa interrupted. "Why don't you go read your new Tom Clancy novel and relax. There will be little time to do so in the next weeks."

"Don't I know it," he muttered crankily as he threw himself into his recliner.

Finally the last preparations and packings were complete, and the day arrived for the squadrons to take off for warmer climes. Dorcas was there to say goodbye and to ease the jitters of the recent graduates from Dorcas Bird's Fly the Sky Solo School. She waddled back and forth among the V-Groups settling feathers and giving last minute instructions.

"I know it's thrilling to be traveling high above the earth and to go to places you've never seen before, but you do want to GET there, so remember to keep your V-leader in sight at all times," Dorcas admonished an excited group of this season's fledglings.

She worried about Elvin Twig, however. He was, in fact, a lovely young gander, but he had his head in the clouds most of the time. Dorcas had had to draw on her entire bag of tricks in the classroom to teach Elvin to fly. He passed Migratory Navigation by the skin of his beak, which performance secured him the last position in the next-to-last squadron taking off that year.

General Snortfeathers always flew at the head of the final group, taking with him an experienced group of birds who had been trained to handle emergency situations handed on from any of the groups in the sky.

As he and Dorcas and Clarissa honked goodbye to the preceding flock, Snortfeathers noticed Elvin.

"Dorcas, what's with that graceless, knock-kneed fellow who tripped on take-off just now?"

"Well, sir, Elvin is very special. He writes the most beautiful poetry, and you should see his paintings!" Dorcas temporized.

"I just hope I continue to see his tail-feathers," the General harrumphed under his breath.

It was time.

"All right, Group, get into formation.......take off!" he shouted.

In a thundering rush the Snortfeathers Squadron lifted into the air, each bird quickly finding his or her established place, leaving Dorcas watching and waving from the edge of the pond.

Before she had time to turn away, remembering the state of her nest, a lone goose flew right quack into the General's formation.

"Oh, Elvin." Dorcas sighed.

Very faintly she heard a familiar, martial bellow, "I said, 'Fly SOUTH!'"

Tardy for Take Off

2010-11-10T03:42:00.000-08:00

Solo Flight, collage/acrylic, 5 x 7, Elizabeth W. Seaver

Dorcas wasn't ready for Fall migration. She had too many things to do. The flock was going to have to leave without her on their way south for the winter.

"You know how it is, General Snortfeathers," Dorcas explained to her flight commander two days before takeoff. "I am rushed off my aching webbed feet trying to get the last class of ducklings ready to leave. Then, I have to clean out the refrigerator and sweep the down out of the corners to leave my nest just like I want to find it next Spring. Remember what happened this year? I got back to find the grackles in residence!"

Dorcas gave a shudder and shook out her tail feathers. "THAT'S not happening again!"

"It's highly irregular, Dorcas. We rarely leave one of our leaders behind," the old bird replied gruffly.

"I'll be fine." she answered firmly as she bustled out the door. "You all just get started, and I'll catch up. I'm in good shape after teaching six Basics of Flight classes this summer. If we have a bumper crop of fledglings next year like we had this year, you're going to have to hire another instructor!"

General Snortfeathers shook his head as he watched her waddle away.

"I hope she takes time to stop by and get the flight plan from Major Whistle," the General quacked quietly to himself, "Or we're going to have to hire TWO instructors next year."

To be continued

Bird in Footwear

2010-11-09T01:11:00.000-08:00

Bertie Goes A'Courting, collage/acrylic, 22 x 28

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Bertie is not lazing on a Sunday afternoon, but he does bicycle every Wednesday evening and is bound to be proposing on a Saturday night (for you Queen fans out there!) Here, he is taking a posy to his sweetheart...well, don't you put on your spats when taking an important bike ride? He can't quite reach the pedals, but his Prius, which fits him much better, is in the shop.

In Bertie's world it is still summer, and I have to say "hooray" about that. Perhaps that is the most fun thing about being in the creative arts--you may compose your own universe out of thin air and imagination (and I do expect thin air adds much to imagination.)

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In other news:

Zolo is an award-winning toy design company in our town. It is the brainchild of the creative partnership of Byron Glaser and Sandra Higashi. This month in the main gallery at LibertyTown, we have on display a selection of their toys for sale, plus a bit of their history as a design team and a company. It is a colorful, fun exhibit. Here are a few shots of the Zolo installation in the gallery.

These are the original wooden sets of toys, four of which are out of production. Zolo 5 is the center one in front and is the current product.

You can see packaging here, as well as sample fun figures you can make from the various sets of interlocking pieces. (Think Mr. Potato Head, but lots more fun and variety.)

The illustrations on this wall are from their first book, which was done before computer publishing. Each page is an original, intricate collage, masterfully assembled.

Zolo deco is a set of wall stickers that can be repositioned. Make your own kooky characters. Each set has 47 different pieces to play with.

These are PupHats, a hat and a puppet in one warm, fuzzy head covering!

Close up of a piece of the original set of Zolo toys on display.

Check them out. Books, fun toys, great price--what could be better for little and big people on your holiday shopping list?

It'll be on my list for Santa, for sure!

Cirque des Oiseaux

2010-11-04T23:07:00.000-07:00

Cirque des Oiseaux, collage/acrylic, 15 x 30

Elizabeth W. Seaver

There once was a bird who juggled.

While up on the high wire he puzzled,

"Should I go on with the show?

Would anyone know,

if one of the oranges I guzzled?"

Eat Dessert First

2010-10-31T13:45:00.000-07:00

Eat Dessert First, collage/acrylic, 12 x 12

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Seemed an appropriate painting to show on perhaps the sweetest day of the year! Happy Halloween, everyone!

Balloons Make Me Happy

2010-10-29T05:06:00.000-07:00

Balloons Make Me Happy, collage/acrylic, 12 x 12

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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My baby brother is 50 today. Congratulations, John!

Well, dear friends, I have missed you. I've been away visiting family, but I have squeezed in some painting time. This is one of the pieces I've finished.

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Have you noticed that even when we get what we say we want, it doesn't make us happy? Is it just that we need to decide to be happy, as in "don't worry; be happy, or fake it 'til you make it?" No doubt we're looking at the wrong stuff to make us happy. It definitely isn't the stuff that makes us happy. Or other people.

It is a gift to be able to be unhappy constructively. I mean, let's face it, we're not always going to be chirpy and bright. That's just irritating. So, how do we navigate through those darker times without unloading buckets of gloom on those around us? Well, the bad news is, you have be a grown-up to be able to manage that. And you must watch for happy moments...pounce on them...and throw a party.

So, let's hear it for trying to become grown up--without becoming old--and celebrating the joys of life as they happen. Let's see what happens when we spend some time wallowing in that instead of the things we can't change.

(If I sound preachy, forgive me. I often talk to myself.....)

Special Delivery

2010-09-30T16:44:00.000-07:00

Special Delivery, collage/acrylic, 4 x 4

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Soon, (but not too soon, his grandma would say) this painting will be on its way to Ohio where first time parents are awaiting the birth of their child. "Grandma" is a great pal of mine in Fredericksburg, and she and Grandpa will take it to their daughter and son-in-law when the baby comes. I sent it with best wishes to the mom and dad to celebrate their little "special delivery," due any time within the next three weeks.

I wanted to make sure I spelled the parents' names right on the card, so I checked the spelling with my friend. She asked me why I wasn't putting the BABY'S name on the card. I had to stop and think about it for a minute.

And then I remembered. I loved having my babies (well, not the pregnancy.......and, not the birth so much, but the baby itself--well, that was heaven!!) But I did notice an amazing phenomenon at the moment of the birth of each of my sons. In a flash, I went from being the sacred vessel of the hope and future of the family to "old what's her name." And I wasn't looking any too swift, either, so they cropped in really close when they shot the pictures to ease out the hag and to make sure the new, cute one filled the frame.

So, I told Lynette that this was for the parents, because Riley was going to get lots of loot and oodles of attention.

I can't wait to hold him so I hope they come for Christmas. Before they get here, I'll practice saying Riley's parents' names, and remind myself to say hello to them, too!

Greeting the Morning

2010-09-28T04:53:00.000-07:00

Greeting the Morning, collage/acrylic, 4 x 4

Elizabeth W. Seaver

You ever have one of those days where, no matter what great things have happened in the intervening hours between dawn and dark, there is something in there that drags you down? You feel as if you have been to a dark place--you get bad news; argument #546 about that thing you and your mate argue about; the house is a wreck; the cat's puking and so is the washer; something moved in the back of your refrigerator, and you thought it was going to be tonight's dinner. Whatever.

Sometimes, though I hate to rush the precious hours of my life, it is just nice to go to sleep and know that the morning is coming. Waking up in a new day feels like a chance to make things right, to deal with the bumps in my particular road a little bit better this time. What we call at my house "do overs."

And so this little birdie reminds me about fresh starts and new intentions. There were great things about yesterday after all. I feel grateful again for the people around me and for my life--puking cat and all.

Bird Song

2010-09-27T19:37:00.000-07:00

Bird Song, 6 x 6 framed, collage

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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I put this little guy on the wall in my studio yesterday, and it sold within a couple of hours. It's so nice when a piece "flies" out the door like that.

It occurred to me that I had not ever posted about the opening of my public art piece, I Should Have Turned Left at Albuquerque. It was unveiled on July 2nd, and my parents and sister were able to be there. I have some pictures of the actual event, but I need to scan them into the computer. Here is the finished panel.

I Should Have Turned Left at Albuquerque, collage/acrylic

42 x 59 public art panel, Elizabeth W. Seaver

I'm recapping this event because just today I got commissioned to paint a 30 x 40 canvas as a Christmas present for someone who loves the one downtown. Pretty cool!

Nosy Neighbors

2010-09-26T06:19:00.000-07:00

Nosy Neighbors, acrylic/collage, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver
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You'd think that these two would have a close relationship of a different kind, more in the "I'm-scared-you-might-eat-me/Are-you-poisonous?" vein. But all of that worldly worry is pushed aside when there is good gossip to be shared.

"Did you hear that Missy Muskrat got so mad at Arabella Arachnid that she tore her best web and scared way all her dinner?" whispered Camilla in her softest caterpillar voice, not in the least interested in bringing the attention of the rampaging muskrat down on herself.

"No!" gasped Darsey, "What had Arabella done to her?"

"Well! Missy found out that Arabella had been using one of the back tunnels of Missy's burrow to lay her eggs...."

...and so on in the timeless way of back fence chat.

There is no end of delicious "dish" right under the sprouts and shoots in our own gardens, if we but take the time to look and listen.

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Should you be able, this moment in time between neighbors may be viewed up close at LibertyTown Arts Workshop in October. The show is about the world in tiny view, no larger than 6 x 6 x 6.

Camilla Caterpillar and Darsey Dove would be so honored if you stopped by.

Speaking of being honored....I'm so pleased to welcome my new followers. Thank you so much for joining this riotous ride and for your many comments which keep me fueled.

Illustration Friday: Old Fashioned

2010-09-25T15:50:00.000-07:00

The Gift, Panel A of Two Panels, collage/acrylic

Elizabeth W. Seaver

I am re-running a fairly recent painting because it is my entry for this week's theme. It may surprise you to know that there is a story associated with this lady.

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In days gone by (way by) a gentleman, smitten by the woman of his dreams, wished to shower her with presents. In those days, a lady did not accept presents from just anyone, but, as it happened, and to his delight, she returned his affections.

To mark the occasion of their betrothal, they strolled together to nearby gardens where local vendors hawked their wares. There, he helped her select a new parasol to keep the sun off of her fancy bonnet.

A Visit to the West

2010-09-24T04:18:00.000-07:00

Cowpoke Cupcake, acrylic/collage, 4 x 4
Elizabeth W. Seaver

No, I haven't travelled to Wyoming. I stayed home. But my cupcake has a much more highly developed sense of adventure than I do. Most of my creations do.

I have been to Wyoming, however. It was many years ago now, my children, when I was a small girl. We stayed on a dude ranch near the Crazy Woman Creek. It was owned by my dad's cousin, and his operation ran horseback trips up into the mountains. My guess is that their customers were mostly city folks who wanted to have an authentic western experience.

We kids were judged too young to go on next pack trip which coincided with our visit to the ranch. We were feeling forlorn at being left behind and a bit envious of my father who got to go. Grown-ups have all the fun. Dad was a last minute addition to their number, and since the horses had already been assigned, he was to ride a pack mule. I remember watching my father, vacationing clergyman, disappearing up the dusty trail. He was just managing to stay on the mule's back, I think, and not too enthusiastic about making this trip. He tried to sketch us a sweeping farewell with his hat and spooked his mount, who lurched forward suddenly, making my father drop his hat. One of the young riders had to retrieve it because no self-respecting cowboy goes on an overnight ride without his hat, and Dad had all he could do to stay perched on the fractious mule.

During our stay at the ranch, we camped alongside a stream which provided our water, swimming, bathing, and fishing. My brother, an avid fisherman, provided lots of little bony fish for several meals. Mom rolled them in cornmeal and fried them over the Coleman stove--with the heads on.

"You will eat this because your brother caught it!"

Well, I get the whole if you catch it, you eat it thing, and I agree with it in principle. But, friends, let me tell you, I had a hard time eating something that was looking back at me from my plate. And all the bones! How could such a small creature have so many bones?

My job was to wash the dishes in a tub on the metal camp table we ate around. There exists a stellar picture of me, biddable child that I was, looking like I have just cried a river and the storm clouds were still hanging around. I didn't want to do the dishes!!

We went on at least three of these month-long car trips on my father's vacation each July. On this particular trip we also saw Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons among many other fabulous sights in the western US. I know those trips must have been hell on my parents. But they took us to see some of our amazing country, and we traveled the only way we could afford to, in a Rambler station wagon with all our camping gear inside. I'm so glad they bothered. I've got some indelible memories.

There was the time our Rambler, underpowered for the mountains we were climbing (it was a coastal plains car, after all!) got slower and slower as we approached the crest. When we finally got out on a straight stretch of road and looked behind us, there was a line of cars following us for as far as we could see, not having been able to pass us. We did not check the local radio stations to see whether we'd made the traffic report.

One long, rainy, long, travel day, the windshield wipers gave out. My mom got soaked leaning out the passenger side window pushing the wipers with a wooden spoon, so my dad could see to drive. We finally stopped and my father tied a string from the driver's side wiper, threading it through the window into the back seat. My brother, sister and I took turns pulling on the string to make the wipers wipe. Seems like a simple job right? Well, the wiper puller had to pay very close attention NOT to get the string hung up on my dad's glasses. We drove five hundred miles that rainy day.

Boy were our arms tired!

Cross Patch

2010-09-22T03:35:00.000-07:00

Get Offa My Grass, acrylic/collage, 4 x 4

Elizabeth W. Seaver

The season for itty bitty works approacheth. I have 10 small paintings, the largest is 6" x 8", awaiting distribution to various upcoming shows.

I am also awaiting delivery of some furniture which should organize the artist a bit better and make the studio a little neater looking for visitors. I must make room for it. It is a good feeling to go through piled up stuff to find the pearls and let the chaff blow away in the wind (oh, if it were only that easy!)

Welcome to my new followers, and thanks to all of you for joining me on my strange and circuitous artistic journey. I love hearing from you and look forward to seeing what's new on your easels, too.

Marla Tumbles

2010-09-19T02:21:00.000-07:00

Tightrope Walker 5, Marla, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Marla eased out onto the high wire and moved into her first pose.

She checked out the evening's crowd. It seemed to her that every seat was filled to double capacity. The heat from their bodies rose up to meet her where she perched nearly at the top of the tent. When had this stopped being fun and begun to be a job?

Marla had felt it keenly as she watched her daughter, Darla, and her friend, Banks, performing tonight. They glowed with life and energetic youth and....something else. What was going on there? Marla wondered.

"Best put that aside to think about when I'm not five stories in the air," she said firmly to herself.

She hoped her lips hadn't moved as she ruminated. She was still amazed that the audience could see her mouth move from way down there. But it had been mentioned by her boss in her quarterly review. It would not do for anyone to think she'd gone 'round the bend. Good grief! She wasn't even forty yet. She was seasoned,,,skilled...a bird that fledgling performers could look up to and learn from.

Marla was no stranger to the dangers of circus life. She had come from a long line of circus workers. As she was growing up, there was never any doubt in the minds of her family that Marla would follow in their footsteps. When she was twenty, she'd fallen in love with an elephant trainer and not too much time had passed before she'd laid an egg--her Darling (Darla, for short).

But, as is true even in the happiest of stories, tragedy struck. No one really knows what happened that day so long ago now, but Darla's father met an untimely end when an elephant he was working with sat down on him. His squawks for help went unnoticed, and soon it was too late.

"Extinguished in the prime of his life," Marla always sighed as she told the story. Darla rolled her eyeballs behind her mother's back, in the way of teenagers when hearing an oft repeated tale.

And so, there had been no question when Darla was half grown that she, too, would continue the high wire legacy. It was beginning to dawn on Marla, however, that Darla was not a happy bird. Her mother knew she had dreams of dancing ballet, but had discounted it as a passing fancy. Just like her own mother had when Marla had announced her goal of becoming a librarian.

"Well," Marla mused. "Perhaps the time has come to..."

The music swelled, surprising Marla, whose thoughts had wandered so far afield. It was time for her split.

"Oh, dear, I'm off the beat!" she panicked. Quickly she slid down to the wire.........and toppled right off.

"I'm too old for this shit," she said as the ground rose up to meet her. This time she was sure her lips had moved. And sound had come out. And everyone had heard it.

She opened her wings, gave a mighty flex and gently landed on the straw covered floor. The crowd clapped in appreciation, and Marla sketched a sassy bow.

She marched off stage and into the manager's office, flinging open the door.

"I quit!" she announced.

Banks

2010-09-16T05:45:00.000-07:00

Tightrope Walker 6, collage/acrylic, 5 x 5, 2010

Elizabeth W. Seaver

If you keep track of details such as these, you may be wondering where T. W. 5 is. She is, indeed, extant on a 6 x 6 x 3 shadow box, but the photograph of the painting did not turn out well. I'm going to have to retake it. Elmer Banks, eager for his presentation, wanted me to tell you his story.

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Elmer Banks was one of the class of performer which made those in circus management, rapacious eyes trained on the bottom line, rub their hands with glee. Daring, handsome and graceful, he performed with an irrepressible joy, commanding the rapt attention of the circus-going crowd. With a nod to his popularity and box office draw, everyone under the big top just called him Banks.

Watching him from way below, one might think he had it all, assuming that the source of his buoyant spirit. But, as is often so when we make quick judgments from shallow observation, the opposite was true.

He had been a promising ballet student from a small boy. His parents loved him dearly and encouraged his dreams.

However, just three years before, his father had flown into an airplane engine on a cross country business trip. In a strange twist of fate, that same airplane, making an emergency water landing, also killed his mother who had taken a short cut, late to open her dental office for her early morning patients.

Banks had a hard time of it. He endured cruel whispers from other young fowl.

Two birds with one stone, they snickered slyly.

He had many doting aunts and uncles who cared for him in succession and made sure he finished school. His days as a dancer seemed so far in the past as almost to have happened to another bird.

At eighteen, Banks couldn't wait to get out on his own. When the traveling circus came to town, he threw himself into the audition and was hired on the spot. Training hard, he hoped one day to be chosen to walk the tight rope.

Banks worked from dawn until long after sunset. In his spare time, he followed behind the elephants, tigers and horses sweeping up poop. He shoveled great mounds of it into piles for the local farmers to haul away for fertilizer. His long wing span and stilt-like legs came in handy when it was time to move the circus from town to town. Within the year, management deemed him ready for his dream job, and Banks put down his poop sweeper for good.

Banks certainly loved dancing on the high wire. And it was true that the affection of his new circus family had begun to ease the lingering sadness caused by the death of his parents. Lately, however, close observers had noted that his performances were shimmering with an extra, unaccountable sparkle.

Her name was Darla.

Fishing Bird

2010-09-13T12:20:00.000-07:00

Fishing Bird, collage/acrylic, 5 x 5, 2010

Elizabeth W. Seaver
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When we went to the Outer Banks last month, my husband and I took a short trip down towards Hatteras Island by way of Kitty Hawk. We stopped at a small lighthouse that was being restored and found a boardwalk trail out into the coastal marsh. The elevated wooden platform out over a sheltered lagoon gave us an excellent view of the antics of the crabs. Kingfishers, gulls and other shore birds flew overhead.

Looking out over the water from that height, we were able to watch several varieties of herons and egrets stalk their prey in the shallow water. Every so often they'd go stone-still for a moment and then suddenly strike with their long bills, coming back up with some delectable bit of dinner.

That's when this fisher bird appeared in my head. Perhaps he should have stuck with the more traditional fishing method for his species, since it looks as if he has fished all day and caught nothing. And I'm sure his feet are hot, too!

Put Upon, Revised

2010-09-07T04:47:00.000-07:00

I have had my eye on this piece for awhile, just itching to rework it. This week I finally got a round tuit. I am afraid that the photo does not do it justice, having gone all mellow yellow on me, but you'll get a general idea of the changes that were made. Here it is, sunshiny and new:

Put Upon, acrylic on plywood, approx. 30 x 39

Elizabeth W. Seaver

I really had fun transforming this odd group, which reminds me a little of those days when my children were small and I, foolishly, tried to have a moment to myself in the bathroom. As soon as I closed the door, their need for me became intense. "Mama....mama...Matthew has my book...Will hit me....Mama can I have a cookie?....Whatcha doin' in there?....Can I come in?"

So, I imagined this poor, put upon hippo, just trying to have a cooling dip in the river, only to have three nitwits land on her as if she were a rock in the shallows. (Scary music) And the rock moved...

But that's another story.

Here are our protagonists before I went after them with some color.

Someone said that the old version reminded her of a chalkboard. Hey, I was a teacher. I LIKE chalkboards. But I like color better, and I'm happy with the changes.

Now I just have to get my camera to catch a better approximation of the new painting.

In other news, it's our last year of high school after 9 straight years. I don't mind telling you that I'll be glad to be graduating.

Have a great day at school, Matt!

Tightrope Walker 4: On Her Toes

2010-08-27T02:42:00.000-07:00

On Her Toes, acrylic/collage, 6 x 6, Elizabeth W. Seaver

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Darla wanted to be on the stage; she wanted to be a ballerina. Unfortunately, her family followed the circus and needed her to perform there.

"Oh, how I wish I could leave behind the smells of popcorn and cotton candy and elephant poop," she sighed.

Despite the fact that her mother wanted her to put on see-through tights and to hide her fluffy tail under a high cut spandex costume, Darla donned her floatiest shirt and swirliest skirt when she walked on the tight rope.

She blocked out the cheers, gasps, and echoing sounds of popping balloons under the big top. She even ignored the silly carnival music. In her head, she imagined the strains of the Nutcracker Suite.

And she dreamed of being a ballerina.

Tightrope Walker 3: Blindfolded

2010-08-25T17:44:00.000-07:00

Elizabeth W. Seaver, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

The third in my series of "How Might You Cross a Tightrope?" birds, this fellow definitely crosses the high wire with panache (and just a little cheating). He does love the cheering crowds, the music and, most especially, the spotlight.

Thanks to all of my blogging buddies for your supportive comments on my last post, and welcome to my newest followers. I'm going to get back to the fun of visiting all of your blogs after too long a hiatus. See you here and there!

Night Owls

2010-08-12T13:06:00.000-07:00

Night Owls, acrylic/printmaking, 18 x 36

Elizabeth W. Seaver

This is a renovation of this painting which in my February blog post was still a work in progress. I was looking at it one day recently, thinking, "That's not finished. I see owls." I finally got around to painting them in.

I'm sorry about the long absence from blogging. My beloved father died on July 24th. I went to Texas to help with funeral arrangements and to spend some time with my family.

From one moment to the next, the world is a completely different place. He was a hero, not just to me but to many people.

I miss you, Papa.

Minerva and the Girls

2010-07-21T03:37:00.000-07:00

As the story goes on from the post entitled New Hat:

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"Maudie? Maudie!" Minerva honked at her friend's front gate. "Are you ready for the tea party?"

Maudie leaned out one of the front windows and called, "I'll be right there."

After a short wait, the door opened and Miss Maudie bustled out, shutting her front door firmly behind her.

"Oh, what a lovely chapeau, Maudie!" Minerva said immediately.

"And, you remembered to bake beetle brownies as you promised."

With Minerva leading the way, they flew a short distance and found the other Bossy Boots Club members already gathered in Minerva's flower garden.

The Tea Party, collage/acrylic, 24 x 24

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Ellie Bird, Bella and Vivian flapped over for their huggie-huggie-smoochie-smoochie Bossy Boots hellos, then busied about arranging teacups, plates and napkins. Besides beetle brownies, there were sweet corn kernels, waterlily shoots and sugared snails.

They settled in for a good gossip.

Generosity

2010-07-19T04:18:00.000-07:00

Soft Sky, oil painting, 9 x 9, by Mary Maxam

Yesterday, I got an email from wonderful artist, Mary Maxam. She drew my name from all of her followers to win the lovely painting above! It reminds me of my home state of Texas with big sky and long, flat vistas. What really appeals to me about her work is that it is impressionistic and lush with vibrant, pure color. Check out this painting from her recent work.

Thank you, Mary. Your generosity overwhelms me as your talent humbles me. I'm so pleased to own one of your paintings.

New Hat

2010-07-13T04:01:00.000-07:00

New Hat, collage/acrylic, 5 x 5

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Miss Maudie had spent a happy week working in her garden. She'd weeded, watered, harvested tomatoes and cucumbers and checked up on the zucchini. (After all, she must be ready for next month's Leave Zucchini on Your Neighbor's Porch night on August 8th.) She'd picked and plucked and prodded until her wing tips were sore and dirty. Very dirty. And now, she must get ready to go to Minerva's garden party.

Maudie scrubbed and scrubbed at the kitchen sink, with unsatisfactory results. What could she do, for Minerva and all the other bossy boots would certainly notice and remark the evidence of her efforts in the garden.

"I know," she said to herself, "I'll buy myself a fetching chapeau, and perhaps no one will notice the dirt in my feathers."

And so she did.

Author's note: I sincerely hope Minerva likes zucchini.

Dancing

2010-07-08T04:38:00.000-07:00

Tightrope Walker 2, series, How to Walk a Tightrope

Collage/acrylic, 6 x 6, Elizabeth W. Seaver
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This piece follows in the series after this one which sold in my show at Bistro Bethem in Fredericksburg. I did a whole set of drawings/sketches for paintings which just wouldn't gel as I was painting for the show. It has been fun to go ahead now and do those paintings. The lady and gentleman in my last two posts also fit into that category.

My family left to go back to Texas yesterday after a little more than a week's visit. They came to see my show and to be there when the public art exhibit was unveiled last Friday night (more on that in a future post.) We visited family, ate too much and watched fireworks shot into the air right over our heads in a celebration of the Fourth over Lake of the Woods.

While they were here both of my parents suffered from the indignities of growing older with its unpleasant pains and disorders. My mom spent the night before they left in the emergency room, delaying their departure by a day.

All this is to say that through all of the bother and discomfort at the end of what had been such a fun visit, they continued to laugh and joke and plan and adjust to the changes that life inevitably brings to us all as we age. It was amazing to witness. I admire them both so much.

And my extremely competent sister comforted, consulted, packed, sheparded, and rescheduled all the travel plans with shuttles and airline (proving again that she is "the good daughter!") . Together, they got home safely.

Here's what I think, after watching my family in action this past week--if you keep a laughing, loving, dancing spirit, you will never be old.

Now Her

2010-07-02T00:52:00.000-07:00

The Gift, A: Her, acrylic/collage, 24 x 36

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Here, now, is the object of his affections. And you can see how he fell for her. She's fluffy as cotton candy and sweet and cool like peppermint ice cream on a summer's day.

Alas, the two are separated for now because he is hanging in a show called Bird in Word and Image in the main gallery at LibertyTown, and she will be hanging in my studio for the next two months. Thank goodness they are planning a short engagement. Come September they will hang side by side where they may gaze at each other all the day long.

But, will they ever make up their minds which parasol will be The Gift?

A Story

2010-06-23T11:43:00.000-07:00

The Gift, panel B, collage/acrylic, 24 x 36

Elizabeth W. Seaver

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This is the second panel of a two panel painting. Why I started with him and not her, I cannot tell you. She will be facing him with a third parasol, and her painting will be on the left of the one you see here.

Here are a couple of progress pictures:

I'm going to let him sit and percolate while I begin on the companion painting. Then I can see what adjustments might need to be made.

It's nice to be back to work.

Birdie in the Window

2010-06-15T22:21:00.000-07:00

In the Window, relief print, 2 x 2, Elizabeth W. Seaver

As much as I love birds, I think I would have a conniption if I looked up to see this guy staring back at me from the other side of a window.

This was a quickie demo for a printmaking lesson last weekend. I like to create a block along with the student so that I do not hover as they work. I printed it on fun papers to collage onto brightly colored cards that have a window cut into them.

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The public art panel is finished and will be delivered tomorrow. There will be an opening/ribbon cutting ceremony on First Friday, July 2nd. I can't wait to see all six panels together.

I will never again underestimate the importance of a big brush.

Closer to Done

2010-06-11T04:35:00.000-07:00

Public Art Panel, Beautify the 'Burg, Fredericksburg, Va

I Should Have Turned Left at Albuquerque, collage/acrylic

40 x 56

This will probably be the last of the pictures of the panel, even though it is still not finished. I need to work on the cupcake and tweak details, highlights, shadows, etc.

Your comments about the panel and my show have really kept me going. Thanks to all of you who stopped by.

I want to extend a warm welcome to my new followers. Hang on, "It's going to be a bumpy ride!"

Finally, the Panel

2010-06-09T12:30:00.000-07:00

The first layer of paint is actually on the panel which is due by the 21st of June. Since I will be out of town on the due date, I will have to deliver it early.

It has been so fun to paint this large--and the best thing of all---I had to buy new huge brushes to complete it. (But then, I find just about any occasion is a good one to buy art supplies!)

No Gullywashers, Microbursts or Hailstorms

2010-06-08T05:51:00.000-07:00

In fact, the weather outside was perfect, and there was a lot to do in downtown Fredericksburg for a Monday night. Attendance was fabulous at my opening, and eight of my paintings have found new homes.

Thanks so much to all of you for your encouragement and good wishes during the birthing of the show.

Here are some highlights. Some of these were taken on my camera by my buddy Lynette Reed, who helped me hang the show. Others were taken by Bob Martin, a photographer at our local paper, who, as far as I could tell, just happened by Bistro Bethem last night. My camera was lying idle, and he picked it up and began shooting. Thanks Bob!

Son, Will, helped me hang the show.

For Hire

2010-06-07T02:18:00.000-07:00

For Hire, oil, 5 x 7, Elizabeth W. Seaver
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Praises be, the day has arrived to hang my show. Ten o'clock this morning will find me atop a big ladder stringing these babies up. The final total is 39 pieces, 30 of them new.

After the opening tonight, I will be toast. But until then, if you are in the area of Fredericksburg, Virginia, and you have nothing to do between 6 and 9, come to a party!

How Short I Am

2010-05-31T12:06:00.000-07:00

Still following the orange umbrella theme, here. This is the last of them----for now.

Orange Umbrellas 2, acrylic on canvas, 8 x 16

Elizabeth W. Seaver

I promised one of my intrepid followers that I would show a picture of my BIG easel. I had to have two helpers put the thing together (I am assembly challenged). There was only one screw left over with no place to go. So far, the easel still stands.

I am drawing on the collaged public art panel with a watercolor pencil. Since the collage has dried with matte medium over it, all I have to do is wet a paper towel and scrub the line away to make corrections. And I will have to correct the drawing. I put my main figure too far to the left. The panel must be delivered in a couple of weeks.

Like Mushrooms on the Beach

2010-05-28T04:02:00.000-07:00

Orange Umbrellas, acrylic on canvas, 18 x 36

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Life is good, but it's busy. I have a full complement of students, a show I'm wrapping up to hang June 7 and a mural that must be finished by June 18. I've really had my head down and my nose to the grindstone. (Don't let my talk fool you. I've got the best job in the world!)

Here are progress photos on the public art panel I've been working on just at the collaging stage. I'm going to have to bring out the BIG EASEL for the painting process. You all remember Crocodile Dundee...."That's not an easel.......THIS is an easel."

Getting started. The panel has a backing of thin plywood with mdf on top. I'm gluing the papers down with matte medium. In the background you can see the faithful metal easel, only inadequate for this particular project.

Putting in the last piece. I'm wearing my favorite Torpedo Factory t-shirt which says, "Go to your studio and make stuff."

Stay tuned...

Welcome to my new followers!

My Dad

2010-05-24T04:03:00.000-07:00

Migration Fallout, collage/acrylic, 24 x 36

Elizabeth W. Seaver

My Dad loves his family, the church, Texas, words, ideas, writing, reading, graveyards, genealogy, teaching, three squares a day, and my mom, not necessarily in that order. He was a serious boy and young man, but learned to play with his children. I was born when he was 35.

A couple of stories about him...He had (may still have) a big black cape as a part of his garb as an episcopal priest which he wore in the cold and wet at funerals. He used to swoop around the house in it, "scaring" us.

He and my mom took us on month-long driving vacations when I was a young teenager. We were just on the start of one trip east (from Texas) and had camped in the rain on the border between Alabama and Georgia. The next morning we got a late start because everything was soaked. We were finally packed in our Rambler station wagon, three half-grown kids and dog on the top of the load in the back. My dad, not able to see to back up, said to us, "Watch that tree." Well, we did. While he backed right into it. Needless to say, he was furious. I don't remember how that all resolved itself, but I do recall my mother saying, "Well, John, they did what you asked."

He's a great man and a great leader and a great dad. But he hated the beach and swimming.

We only saw him in swim trunks until we were able to swim well. Then he stayed in his long pants and long sleeved shirts, shoes and socks and slept in the car when we went to Galveston.

I love you more than words can say, Papa. Happy birthday!

This painting is in your honor.

Dining Al Fresco

2010-05-19T03:58:00.000-07:00

Al Fresco Dining, collage/acrylic, 9 x 11, Elizabeth W. Seaver
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Not that we've had good weather for outdoor seating the last few days...chilly and wet. But we have needed the rain. Speaking of ducks and geese...

There is a man made water feature in the local shopping mecca (the big box store one) and when they get bored with eating at home, many large water fowl venture forth to sample the fare at the near by restaurants. Never mind that they must cross an insanely busy street to get to some of them. (Think Make Way for Ducklings.) They waddle over, bringing a party of five or more, and lurk about ready to snap up the leavings of the human diners. It's a little unnerving, really. And the sparrows put up a fuss and complain that THEY arrived first and had reservations!

This gentleman only wanted dessert.

Well, would YOU tell him he must order dinner first?

Different Color Palette

2010-05-17T09:59:00.000-07:00

By the Light of the Moon, acrylic on canvas, 8 x 16

Elizabeth W. Seaver
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I love the quinacridone colors and found one from Golden that I hadn't seen before. So, of course, I had to order it--quinacridone red light. It makes a beautiful purple when mixed with cobalt blue and nice orange with cad yellow and y ochre. By the Light of the Moon is the result. I'll be playing with it again.

I cleared out space in my studio this morning for the delivery of the panel which is made of mdf over a thin sheet of plywood. It has a layer of outdoor acrylic primer on it already, so as soon as I've finished a few more paintings for my show, I'll get started on the collage!

Thanks, everyone for your kind congratulations on my last post. Your support means a lot.

More later. Gotta get back to work.

On Picking Up the Brush

2010-05-15T04:23:00.000-07:00

I Should Have Turned Left at Albuquerque, collage/acrylic

22 x 28, Elizabeth W. Seaver

I found out yesterday that I have been chosen to paint one of six public art panels which will be displayed on the main shopping street in Old Town Fredericskburg. The artwork has no overall theme, but is meant to showcase the work of each of the artists chosen.

The panel measures 40 x 56, and the painting above was the one I submitted with my application. Those of you who follow my blog regularly may recognize the study for the painting in this post. It is possible, even likely, that I will paint over the collage in the background with a more opaque layer, but I wanted the committee to see the "under painting" process I used.

We get the panels today or tomorrow, and the painting must be finished by June 21st so that the paintings can be sealed and opened on July 2nd.

Needless to say, I am extremely pleased and excited and nervous. The rest of May and June will find me picking up the pace with my brushes.

On Putting Down the Brush

2010-05-14T04:07:00.000-07:00

Orange Umbrella 2, acrylic, approx. 11x11, Elizabeth W. Seaver

Put down the paintbrush and back away from the painting, is my favorite quote from an instructor. Knowing at what point to stop painting is a hard thing for an artist to learn, I think. We always want to keep fiddling with something.

This week, I planned a series of shore paintings with a simple underlying design. Once the under paintings dried, I was going to add collage elements on the umbrella domes(?!) But at that point, the paintings felt nearly finished. I did some detail work and put down the brush.

Hard, that!

It will present a framing challenge, since it is on 3/4" mdf and an odd size--reclaimed, in fact. I will paint on almost anything. Don't stand still too long when I have a brush in my hand.

Am I the only one who loves orange and blue together in a painting?

Ice Cream on the Sidewalk

2010-05-13T02:52:00.000-07:00

Ice Cream on the Sidewalk, collage/acrylic on board, 5 x 7

Elizabeth W. Seaver

This is not the sad tale of ice cream on the sidewalk having gone splat, but the hopeful story of a cone on the move. She's an assertive gal who, rather than waiting in a cold tub for the prospective ice cream aficionado to choose boring vanilla in a cup, dresses herself in chocolate, strawberry, pistachio, and French vanilla and stands on the sidewalk, watching the world go by. A strong cone, ice cream firmly in place.

Actually, I'm more of a cake and cookie person, and can usually pass a cone right by. But other people make it look so good. This particular panel with collage just needed an ice cream cone on it. So it told me. And so I painted.

Bossy thing.

I am working like a fiend with three weeks to go until my show. There's also plenty of stuff in the "must be done" category that is not nearly as much fun as painting...press release, advertisement, framing, etc.

My awesome Sis' braved the scary world of on line printing to make my poster and post card. They arrive within the week. The show hangs June 7th.

Everything will get done.

I know it.

I have been up half the night making lists, the talisman which will insure it!

Thanks all of you who made such nice comments on my 200th post. You truly enrich my life. And I have new followers--welcome to you all!

200th Post

2010-05-11T04:13:00.000-07:00

Strange Gardener, acrylic/collage, 5 x 5, Elizabeth W. Seaver
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I can't believe I've been blogging more than a year and a half. I stunned those who know me as something of a techno-phobe by setting up the blog myself in November, 2008. That's why it has so few bells and whistles like some of your cool blogs I visit out there. Perhaps I will celebrate my 200th post by adding some of the things I've liked on other sites.

But, what fun it has been to meet artists from around the world and in my own backyard over these months! Thanks for your support, encouragement, advice, laughter, appreciation and your fabulous, inspirational art.

Here's to another two hundred posts, perhaps happening more quickly. Cheers, everyone!

Sweet Nest

2010-05-03T20:13:00.000-07:00

Happy Birday, acrylic/collage, 5 x 7, Elizabeth Seaver
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Oh my...do I have a story about nests. One less appetizing than meant to be in the painting above.

Sunday afternoon, I heard much commotion outside my kitchen window and looked out to see two robins in a very agitated state. They were flying away and back to a tree at the bottom of our driveway. The flights were short and jerky and the birds were making alarming sounds.

I went to stand below the tree and saw a nest in the crook of two small branches which I had not noticed before. And wrapped around the tree with its head in the nest was a long black snake. The birds dove at it again and again, trying to drive the serpent away.

I stood below in a quandary. My instinct was to pull the snake out of the tree by its tail and fling it into outer Mongolia. But truly, how long could I keep it from coming back? Was I going to set up camp in the ivy to guard the little ones?

Finally I came to the painful realization that this was nature at work, and it really wasn't my job to interfere.

Soon, the snake reversed its way down the tree and disappeared into the undergrowth. The male and female robins fluttered around the nest a little while, but I have not seen them near it today. I don't even know whether there were eggs in the nest or peeplings. Sigh...signs are not favorable for their survival.

On a happier note, I am having such fun painting little things, and several paintings have gone to good homes lately, including the duck in a beach chair from the last post and the two paintings below.

Evening, acrylic, 6 x 18

Midnight, acrylic 6 x 18

Welcome to my new followers! More later....

Birds on the March in May

2010-05-01T02:01:00.000-07:00

Happy May Day to all of you in my half of the world.

My output has been in small to tiny units over the last few weeks. My big painting is 5 x 5 inches. I've made oodles of my collage pins for sale at LibertyTown (you see them here ready to march to the shelves over the weekend.)

And, I haven't been over to see them on display yet, but I was asked to be a part of the local artist spot in a new bookstore opening in Fredericksburg area today, Joseph-Beth Booksellers. I have plans for another "migration" and will share if it happens.

I've also been working on a commissioned work for someone who wanted a piece of mine in a show last year, but it had already sold. She asked me to paint something similar for a friend who is retiring. If she doesn't like it, I will put it in my show next month. Next month. Yikes. I've got to go paint!

All This and Retirement, Too, 5 x 5, collage/acrylic, Elizabeth W. Seaver

Later.

New Paintings and a Birthday

2010-04-29T18:26:00.000-07:00

Cupcake Dreams, 5 x 5, collage and acrylic

Cupcake Blocks (in front), 2 x 3, acrylic on wood

Cupcake on Stage (in back), 4 x 4 canvas, collage and acrylic

Anyone noticing a theme here? It's a sweet blast.

And speaking of a sweet blast, today is my son's 17th birthday. My life would be so dull without him in it. He livens up any room. He's my heart.

He got a new bass case from his parents (no, really....he asked for it!) Happy Birthday, Matt!

Ciao for now, blogging friends.

Halcyon Days

2010-04-22T04:30:00.000-07:00

Halcyon Days, acrylic, 18 x 36, by Elizabeth W. Seaver

I was having a hard time coming up with a title for this one. As I ruminated (great word!) the word halcyon floated up from the depths, and I knew right away that that was exactly the feeling I was trying to capture in the painting.

According to Webster's New World College Dictionary, halcyon, used as a noun, means kingfisher, especially a legendary bird, identified with the kingfisher, which is supposed to have a peaceful, calming effect on the sea at the time of the winter solstice. Bird, sea, winter (in the form of a big scoop of ice cream!) all seemed appropriate images. Then it can mean any of a genus of kingfishers of S. Asia and Australia. Kingfishers rock. And then the last meaning spoke directly to the meaning of the phrase halcyon days. It reads tranquil, happy, idyllic, usually with nostalgic reference to earlier days.

I remember blistering hot sun which made even the salty, bathtub warm Gulf Coast waters cool on my skin, and then, cold, sweet ice cream--the cherry on top of a day at the beach.

Jazzing it up

2010-04-16T03:13:00.000-07:00

Tangerine Seas, working title, collage/acrylic, 36 x 18

by Elizabeth W. Seaver

This painting would be the equivalent of an archaeological gold mine. Excavate, and you'd find layers and layers of paintings underneath, some of which caused me to despair of ever growing up one day to be a painter.

I should just give this up and go dig ditches instead, said I to myself. Anyone who knows me is now rofl, right? Hard work? Sweat? I don't think so.

But, I am satisfied with the change and offer it up to you as my jazzier version of this image.