30.12.08

optical game



Cartographers have always known that the direction of light on a topographical object affects how we see it, whether it is seen as a mountain or a hole in the ground.

Here is a wonderful example of this.  These are goose footprints as I photographed them on the Lake Ontario shore the other day.

And here is what they look like turned 180°. Pretty cool, eh?

28.12.08

maxfield parrish morning

The sun was rising in the east, the clouds were moving from the west, and the sky looked like this. A front was coming through this morning; the wind ahead of the front started blowing and the sky cleared of clouds and became blue.

I love watching the weather.

25.12.08

winter on lake ontario

Noon on the Lake Ontario shore. West wind. Mid-20s Fahrenheit. Sun. Clouds. Ice on the beach, the water. Open water beyond. Cold.

Perfect winter day.

23.12.08

merry christmas

Between Thanksgiving and Christmas, during those days when less and less daylight lightens our days, this plant on top of my refrigerator does all it can to brighten the nights.

I look at the blooms every time I open the fridge door.

19.12.08

get your heart beating

This fellow, Ken Block, does some very interesting things with a Subaru WRX. Click on his name to see those things.

18.12.08

grey day antidote

Red Sky in Morning
about 45 inches x 45 inches
art quilt

This piece is hanging in the Milne Library Gallery in Geneseo, New York, as part of my Vicious Scissors show there. I thought of it this morning as I looked out the window at the bleak, grey sky that is so very emblematic of upstate New York winters. A red dawn is what I need today.

13.12.08

snow in december

A near-monochromatic day, it was, with temperature about 17 degrees Fahrenheit. The snow was crispy, the sun was hiding.

30.11.08

ballooning out of proportion

Mole's Mountain
14 inches high x 11 inches wide
collage

Let's always remember that, to a mole, a molehill is a mountain.

IF: balloon.

ps. This is a photo of the work. The large scanner is at work; I'll replace this image with a scanned one once I get it scanned.

27.11.08

I am back

I Think
10 inches high x 8 inches wide
collage

Very late in the week for Illustration Friday's opinion. I had to think about it.

19.11.08

ah, cold softness

And now, winter. So much for that forsythia...

18.11.08

forsythia in the fall

This straggly forsythia shrub manages to flower in the fall when its leaves are turning purple. Seems like a desperate survival scheme.

11.11.08

Exhibit opening

Vicious Scissors
Paper and fiber collage by Ren Vasiliev
On exhibit at Milne Library Gallery, November 13, 2008 to January 11, 2009
State University of New York College at Geneseo
Opening reception, Thursday, November 13, 5–7 pm
Milne 213
Artist Q&A at 5:30

29.10.08

um...what can I say?

Get Well Soon
7 inches high x 5 inches wide
collage

Repair.
Sigh.

27.10.08

if only life were so easy, eh?

This made me smile.

25.10.08

raking leaves....or not

Passive aggressive invisible fence.

21.10.08

moon in morning

Time: Last week, sunrise.
Place: Near Redfield, Tug Hill Plateau, NY.
Weather: Crispy cold, frost, clear sky.
Breath deeply of the chill air. Relish the sun rays. Walk to the water of the Salmon River Reservoir. Watch the mist rise from the warm water into the autumn sky. Sigh contentedly.

13.10.08

who and what and how

You For Me, Me For Me
10 inches high x 8 inches wide
collage

Here is how it went.
Strings: attachments: theory: physics: science: dimensions: weavings: knots. Who ties what to whom.

5.10.08

how to be good

Attitude
10 inches high x 8 inches wide
collage

Sugary:sickening:flattering:suave:unctuous:oily:greasy:slippery:slithery:honey-tongued:self-righteous:smug. Beware of how things are said.

erosion will take all


In the far distance is the cooling tower for Nine Mile Point Nuclear Powerplant, which is nine miles east of the two tall smokestacks that are to the right of the tower on the horizon. They are for a conventional powerplant in Oswego. However, the point of this photo, really, is the interesting formation of eroded shoreline called Chimney Bluffs, now a New York State Park on the shore of Lake Ontario. Nice place.

30.9.08

time to go

Go
10 inches high x 8 inches wide
collage

Packed and going. I have all that I need along with some things given by others, things I have no use for, but don't argue against too loudly. They mean well, those who give.

29.9.08

breaking traditions



Every year at about this time, the American Sewing Expo does its thing in Michigan. And a most remarkable woman, Lynn Krawczyk, curates an exhibit of art quilts on some theme. This year's theme was With One Voice. We each made a 12 inch x 12 inch block that somehow showed something good in the world. The image above is the entire set of blocks. My entry is in the second column from the left, third from the bottom. I suggest that you all take a look at the online catalog of each person's work and her thinking behind it.

This group of pieces will be traveling around, so go see it, if you can:
Fabrications Retreat
Garland Resort
Lewiston, Michigan
October 7 - 10, 2008

Carnegie Center for the Arts
Three Rivers Michigan
November 9 - December 20, 2008

212 Arts Center
Saline, Michigan
July 1 - 31, 2009

Siouxland Samplers Quilt Guild
Siouxland City Convention Center
Sioux City, IA
September 19 - 20, 2009

23.9.08

back to kane mountain


A view of the actual tower from the other weekend, courtesy of my hiking partner.

21.9.08

do something

Talk
10 inches high x 8 inches wide
collage

Clique, clack; chitter, chatter.
All we ever do is talk.

19.9.08

from kane mountain


A short walk up Kane Mountain near Caroga Lake, New York, yields this view from the top of the firetower that is still standing healthily there.

14.9.08

no reason

Contrarian Fate
10 inches high x 8 inches wide
collage

Illustration Friday word: island. This is how it went: island, alone, swim to shore, what goes around comes around, contrarian fate. Nothing happens for the best—it just happens; not expected and separate from desire. Nothing happens for the worst, either—it just happens.