Making Art with Wintergreen Oil

Here are some shots of making art with a monoprint / ink transfer / collage method.  Enjoy!

A Look Back at September

A look at the September 2014 Sketchbook from Bill Jaynes on Vimeo.

Carry

Carrying on with carrying the concerns of the day.
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I feel the word carry in my body; mostly in my shoulders.  It must be I'm carrying my life on my shoulders.  But if I don't who will? Burden or Blessing? For me this depends on my mood and the time of day. Now its time to carry on forward. Peace.

Meeting Notes

Here's the notes for those of you who missed the meeting or want to compare.

IF-Chicken

Here are some.

1 11 2011

A haunting cold austere January wind has been blowing through my mind. Just relax and do. Everything is OK.

The Meetings in Review

Here's my notes to compare with yours. Enjoy!

The New Year

All the holiday lights have turned off. The blackness of the beginning of January is here. Looking forward, new beginnings, a new chance on life are its promise. Resolutions and hopes have been made and now the work of living continues. Along with the work allow some “joie de vivre” in as well.

December 30, 2010

This year has been like the first part of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey; blind-folded, spun around, and given tasks to do. I’m happy to have a few moments to rest, plan, and look ahead. Looking back, we were in San Francisco for a few days this week where we rode MUNI way too much and I drank too much espresso. One of the highlights was Fort Point. This is a national park site right under the Golden Gate Bridge. Dramatic views of the bridge, the City and ocean. The sea roars against the rocks up onto the pavement. And a few surfers were riding waves there.

My mind wants to wander its recesses and dream....the adult duties call me back.

The sea in my belly is whipped by the storm of a funnel cloud of fear which feeds on itself. The tiny boat sheltering the self is pushed around in the storm’s waves. The winds of outside duties bang against the vessel. The only hope is to take refuge in the clam eye of the tempest, let the fears subside and tend to the tasks at hand.

Some weeks you feel as if you've lived a whole year. Last week was one of those.

Aim the Arrow, Let it Go

It is later than you think. Do it now or it may never get done. Aim the arrow of action from the depths of your soul out to where needs to go. Let the arrow fly through all your fears of what can go wrong. It just may be a disaster, but freedom is the reward.

Fragments

Fragments float around the mind in a fuzzy focus of fog on the sea of consciousness. No complete sentences or thoughts. Just pieces bobbing together. They drift in and out until one of them screams for immediate attention. Then the body acts. The emergency subsides. Now go back to enjoying the flow.

Go Fish

We learned a new work attitude and philosophy called”Fish” at a company meeting held near the ocean in Newport Beach, CA. The philosophy is about having fun and making someone’s day by throwing metaphorical (or real) fish at them. It’s ok to throw the fish as long as you choose your attitude; Smiling good, frowning bad.

Fall Heat

I saw the morning sun stream though the trees. The moon quietly smiled form the other side of the sky. Then the heat hit in a blaze of orange. A restless day and night followed. Now, a new day begins.

Today To Do's

This foggy morning blankets the inward directed thoughts. To linger in this slowly drifting, floating mental state a little longer would be oh so nice. I’ve already wrote today’s to do list. The to do’s magnetic pull is tugging my mind in their direction. Are they a lighthouse guiding the journey from the siren song of pleasurable disaster? Or just the fence that keeps life in check in the artificial safety of self imposed normalcy? For myself I need both the fog and the map.

Morning Stars

A shooting star streaked across the morning sky. Worries are the pins and needles that we use to poke into the voodoo doll of the self. Pieces from the tail of the star fell in a gentle rain of grace. The worries dissolved into a sea of peace momentarily glimpsed. Dawn arrived with its demands.

Summer Has Slipped into Fall

Summer has slipped into fall. I know the calendar still says summer, but the world around says fall. The kids are back in school and the weather is cooler. The daylight is getting shorter. I see football on TV and signs of Halloween are popping up. Transition and change again as I want hold onto something stable, but change is the only outside world constant. So I let go of summer to be in the fall with all its variations. Begin again.

Good Morning

My peaceful sleep is interrupted by the lightning bolts of anxiety in my gut. 2:44 am, Oh crap what am I forgetting to do? My inner universe is a storm. So I clean the studio. As I walk outside to throw away the trash I hear the sounds of late summer insects singing their songs to the approaching change of seasons. The outer universe of early morning is calm and quiet. A few stars wink at me knowingly seeming to say,” You fool, all is well, just do the next step.” So I close the trash can lid, walk back into the house and plan the day and week. My inner storm calms and clears a bit.