Something below the surface

I'm home with a cold today - nothing major, just swollen eyes, squishy brain, and congested chest. The body wants to sleep for a million years. But sleeping must be hard work. I went back to bed after walking la Shoobie, slept for five hours, and woke up hungry. There must've been a lot to work out in my dreams.

Eager to begin a new piece, I dug out a favorite image from my files. Then I kept flipping through that file. These are pages and scraps of pages that I tore out during my "serious art student" days in the 80's, mostly from Art in America. Looking at some of the images it's easy to see why I clipped them. Others are a mystery. What was I thinking, what was I drawn to? It's intriguing. I may use some as jumping off points, as we did with images in Katie Kendrick's class.

I thought about scanning a bunch of them to share, but that takes time and disk space. So, here are just two.

(It is not a mystery to me why I chose these two so long ago, but I don't mind if it's a mystery to you.)

I also came across some press materials from an art show I must have gone to. The main draw for me at that time must have been Elizabeth Layton because I had seen a documentary about her. But I just looked up Marjorie MacDonald and was delighted by this piece:

Marjorie MacDonald, Bird Tree or Out on a Limb

And now I think I'll dive off into the deep now to see what treasures I can find.