I write about houses, dream about them and paint them. This is an interesting thing, since I normally espouse non-gimicky and trendy approaches to art, but on this subject I fall straight into the abyss. Houses appeal to me as a metaphor for the body, as a symbol of comfort and family, as a small unit of a complex system, and for so many other reasons.
One of my many favorite and collected house songs is sung Rosemary Clooney (written by William Saroyan and Ross Bagdasarian), who happens to be the aunt of hunky George Clooney. Â I love it because it is playful, and forward, a little pushy and so linguistically illustrative of yummy things. This song has been mentioned on this blog before, as have houses, but as I stated, in this category repetition does not matter. House house house house. I may love it so much I have to marry it. House.
Here is a list of what you will get if you come to Rosemary’s house: candy,Â Apple a plum and apricot-a too eh,Â Figs and dates and grapes and cakes,Â everything,Â Christmas tree,Â Marriage ring and a pomegranate too,Â Peach and pear and I love your hair ah,Â Easta-egg,Â Everything – everything – everything. Here are the lyrics if you want to learn the song and bribe your own crush to come on over.
Here is a house I painted. I has many many layers of paints and inks. There are words all over and under those layers.
There are layers of wax, but not encaustic (I know zero about encaustic). It is thin layers of Dorland’s wax, which also has a bit of resin in it. The luminosity is greatly enhance by these layers.
The edges are enhanced with soft pastel. The red is colored pencil. The gold is metallic paint.
The white writing is gel pen. Not just any gel pen, but my go-to-never-buy-any-other gel pen, the Uni-ball Signo.
The bottom layer is writing done with sumi ink and a ruling pen.
We will be working this way in at my Taos retreat, minus the house imagery, October 21-27, 2012, next month! Here is the link to that info.