BushStrokes, My New Treasure.

Yesterday, my copy of "Bush Strokes" arrived in the mail . . . from Australia!

It is not the little print newsletter called BushStrokes which I mailed before beginning to write on-line in my BushStrokes Blog. BushStrokes. A play on my name and the brushstrokes of a painter to define the words and images coming from my studio.

This Bush Strokes is a little book of beautiful illustrations of twenty Bush babies -- little animals that American children of my day only remembered for their exotic names. Platypus. Yellow-footed Rock-Wallaby. Tasmanian Devil. Red Kangaroo . . . .

So. How did I discover the other "Bush Strokes" by Australian artist Peter Longhurst?

I have had a Google alert set up for some time now to let me know when I might be mentioned or my links might be connected across the Internet.

I have found mention of my name in letters to the editor of our local paper or a mention on someone's blog but usually it's just a misspelling of "brushstrokes" as someone discusses a painter's work. I was thrilled to once find a link to an exhibition of paintings in Australia called BushStrokes. But this time, it was more.

I had to have a copy! Just because.

I checked about shipping costs with the eBay seller and made a bid. After several pleasant emails, back and forth, I have been anxiously awaiting the mail.

Tomorrow when I can put glasses on my re-broken, repaired and bandaged nose, I will comfortably peruse this BushStrokes, my new treasure.


cover & images of Bush Strokes by Peter Longhurst, Bay Books
Text & images of BushStrokes (c) AAB
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Poppies on a Bowl

My mother recently gave me a bowl which was hand-painted with poppies floating down the sides and dripping over the edges. I have always loved poppies, but I'm not sure she knew that.

It just seems they have always been around. The modest yellow California ones filled the edges of Grandmother's garden and the big flamboyant red ones are a rare and exciting addition in family gardens or whenever I have spotted them (even when there are whole fields of them as in France!)

I don't know if it is the cheery sparkle of sunlight or the ruffled 'promness' surrounding the magical black-centers which touches me the most. I suspect it is the mystery of those luscious ones; the feeling that there's something about them I don't understand.

My painting of the windmills and the poppies has become a part of my permanent collection. It is one of our favorite paintings and was pronounced by Lucy as "art galleriable." Yet there are things in it which still surprise me.

Perhaps it is that magic which seems to separate the blooms from the foliage and makes them seem in competition whenever I paint stems and leaves under those resplendent shapes.

Perhaps it is because of the symbolism which is given by many cultures to such an ancient plant.

Perhaps it is simply that my Other Grandmother painted poppies on a bowl.

China bowl painted by AMS 1973
Anemos - 48 x 60 - oil/canvas - AAB

Text and images in BushStrokes (c) AAB
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Those Red Switches

It was a quick trip to Edgefield County -- Home of Ten Governors including our Cousin Strom.

As we turned off the main highway onto the little country roads which snake through groves of Carolina peaches, I was struck by the color of late afternoon. We became part of the golden glow from the setting sun which spread over the landscape and its rows of perfectly pruned peach trees.


But, wait! There was something else. . . there was RED! Slender red branches rising from each peach tree and adding to the surreal view. Skinny red stems waiting for the first pale pink blossoms of spring! Yard-long red switches preparing for the weight of a summer harvest.


Our drive was in search of misplaced classroom keys but, in a landscape which just last week was sharply defined by an unusual snowfall and gnarly black trunks, we found the unexpected stirrings of spring. In the middle of winter, we found Spring just showing her colors and getting ready.

Yes, there is inspiration in those red switches.







BushStrokes Text and Images (c) AAB
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A Week of Good Stuff

So I did no blogging last week. . .

Since these little entries are notes on my days, it must seem that I lost a whole week! I'll have to think about it. I must have done something. I gotta make better notes!

I DID post this photo on Facebook for my cousin Sheryl. She thought my accident photos looked like "elder abuse." She likes this one better. The nose is still crooked and there are still scrapes and dings on parts of my body, but I think this is as good as it gets.

Okay. I've looked at my calendar and checked for new photos in my iPhone.


I DID do some things.

I DID find some days of . . .


pink guitars

















red trees













yellow blossoms











Inspirations.

Reflections.

It was a week of good stuff.



Images and text of BushStrokes (c) AAB
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Color of the Week: SNOW

Over the weekend, our largest snowfall since 1973. It came quickly; it left quickly. A few angels, hearts and happy snowpeople were around for Valentine's Day.

Berries for the birds.

View from the kitchen window.

Across the back fence.

Lovin' the white stuff.

Staying warm after a run in the snow.

Joy. Peace. Exuberance. Quiet. Warmth.
That is the color of a little SNOW.
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Update on Sugar: Her hair is growing and she has gained about four pounds. I think she has figured out that she is not going back to the streets or the dog pound. A happy Valentine's Day for her.

Images and text of BushStrokes (c) AAB

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Quote of the Day: Ask Lucy

This is definitely art galleriable.

4 year old Lucy

After Christmas, my daughters and I were visiting among the boxes of ornaments and decorations when Lucy called us to attention. "Now be quiet, everyone, and put on your Museum manners."

When we were quiet, she conducted a little role play -- a museum tour of the "galleries" and paintings in the house. We didn't move, but she presented a narrated tour of the rooms and some of my most colorful paintings.

At one point, Lucy asked us to wait a bit while she checked to see which gallery she needed to go into to find "Sea Biscuit," her favorite painting at the Museum (although I do have a "horse" painting.) At another point, she tried to use the word "valuable," but declared that anyway it was "definitely art galleriable."

Lucy used her newly coined term -- "definitely art galleriable" -- several times during her tour and I have thought of the term since. I have considered my paintings and tried to determine which are satisfactory, which look good on the walls and which are "definitely art galleriable."

I think I might have to Ask Lucy.


Photos of Lucy at her white board
Photos and text of BushStrokes (c) AAB

A Reminder to Self

Day 5

Ah, it seems to be getting better.

Oh, dear. It is getting worse before it gets better.

Maybe a little more makeup. . . .









Day 8

Reminder to self:

"Don't get personal with a sidewalk."

Yep. Reminder. To. Self.





Other links to accident.
Anticipated RETURN
Lookin' Good


BushStrokes(c) AAB

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Photo of the Week -- Looking Good!

I have learned that a relationship with a sidewalk may not result in a broken heart, but it certainly can mean lots of aches, pains and general discomfort.

My glasses hurt my nose. The arm splint makes it awkward to do almost everything. My head hurts when I move around a lot. BUT there is little pain, I'm not bleeding and I don't have to put on make-up today!

Aunt Alice said I would be better after forty-eight hours, but this is NOT Looking Good!




photo: My face - Day 3
Looking Good!
BushStrokes (c) AAB

Anticipated RETURN

I used to paint on sweat shirts. I had a chance to do it again yesterday.

I have been reading about artists who are using a variety of materials - whether to emphasize the transient nature of the environment or some other kind of statement - I'm not sure I get it. But yesterday, I dribbled a bright Alizarin on my favorite pale green sweatshirt. The one which matches my favorite Crocs. ® I hope this is one of those transient art pieces, but I'm not sure how well blood will wash away.

Yep. I was walking my little dog, jogged a few steps and hit the sidewalk. It's very undignified to crash on the green in my historic neighborhood, so I managed to get up, pouring blood from several places. I spread blood down my shirt and all over my iPhone as I called for help.

A visit to the emergency room in the hospital where I was born assured me that I have a bruised chin, forehead, hand and knee (BTW carpet burn is more fun than concrete burn.) The big ones are two black eyes, a sprained wrist (now in a splint) and . . . a broken nose!

I'm hoping that these colors will go away as well.

When I selected my word of the year, painted sweatshirts and the old hospital were not how I anticipated RETURN."

Phone photos: : My Spattered Shirt; My ER close-up
Anticipated RETURN

text & photos of BushStrokes (c) AAB

My Word of the Year

Good art looks new because the artist has recombined something old to make something better.

Darby Barnard

I'm still working on my Word of the Year. I never did settle on one word for last year.

I've been thinking about the do-over words re-cycle, re-purpose, re-new, re-present. But I'm already DOING those.

I'm reusing the church window/greenhouse glass. I'm saving coffee grounds for younger daughter's compost bin and bottles for edges along the garden paths. I'm shredding paper for older daughter's paper making projects. I'm planning to use this old non-working sewing machine, which I bought from a neighborhood street person, as the base for the new mudroom sink. I have even been shopping at the Habitat for Humanities ReStore.

What I need is a word that's just for ME. A do-over word would be okay.

I like the idea of returning to some of the best parts of me and combining them with new and unknown parts of me.

I like the idea that as I work in the studio old techniques and themes will return in new forms as simply better quality of art.

I like the idea of that some of the energy I have sent into the Universe might return to me and propel me into exciting non-comfort zones.

I like the idea that I can return to the place where I thought that nothing was impossible.

I like the idea of this word, Return, as My Word of the Year.

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Walter Darby Barnard is a Professor of Art at the University of Miami, Coral Gables, Florida. His work is included in many prestigious public collections, including the Museum of Modern Art; Metropolitan Museum of Art; Whitney Museum of American Art; Guggenheim Museum; Albright-Knox Art Gallery; Aldrich Museum of Contemporary Art; Baltimore Museum of Art and the Cleveland Museum of Art. http://bannard.com/

paper tube and pipe cleaner ornament from Lucy and Belle

BushStrokes - Word of the Year
text and photos (c) AAB
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