The World Calls

my spectacles100 Words

Connecting the dots ~ glasses painted; Cadmium Red Dark - orange dots! No, not serious painting at all frankly, but I'm working on inspiring myself to paint.

The world calls. The painting calls me back.

The clock ticks. The painting calls me back.

Bombs drop. The painting calls me back.

Death around me. The painting calls me back.

Art stars explode. The painting calls me back.

Words, clocks, lists, shoulds The painting calls me back

Sun, fun, water, play. The painting calls me back.

Phone, net, web, spider. The painting calls me back.

The world calls. I answer: "I'm busy painting."

Just like a prayer

In Process. Acrylic & pastel on masonite, 48 x 48 inches. © 2011 by Kathy CrabbeI am frozen from un-painting. Each stroke awakens something inside me but it's slow going. Too slow. Not painting for several weeks has hurt me. I've shut down in unknown ways. I want me back. F this S. Now that feels good t'say. Tomorrow I paint again, and tomorrow and slowly I start to feel the painting come alive inside my skin and it becomes real.

"I close my eyes, oh god I think I'm falling. Just like a prayer I'll take you there, it's like a dream to me." ~ Madonna

Day one in the new studio is now over.

It's All About the Trash

100 Words This blog has turned into an artist's blog (with a smattering of interviews) although nothing new has been painted (altho I did paint a 10x10 building and am preparing my front hallway for my printmaking equipment.)

Kathy Crabbe printmaking etching press

It's all about the trash. I'm clearing, cleaning, consigning and giving away HEAPS of STUFF!


My portfolio is up on my new Flickr site, my Artist's Resume and Statement are up and I'm takin' a class. I need a photographer (or do I? Ask Amber).

Moon Musing, as always continues especially for Wednesday's total lunar eclipse and Full Moon in Sagittarius.

Innocence Lost

Innocence Lost. Acrylic & pastel on masonite, 48 x 48 inches. © 2011 by Kathy Crabbe100 Words 5/24

It is amazing how one stroke of a brush or line of charcoal can exhilarate. Without over-thinking I let the painting itself guide me into new territory, Aries rising leads the way, until something unique and intriguing is discovered.

Sometimes a little insanity is a good thing...that's what art has taught me.

Amorphous forms arise from the murky deep. Sea creatures feed.

Art making requires supreme faith in one's humanity, or what's the point in living? Working alone we face ourselves - can you handle it? What kind of world do you want to create given a choice?


My painting dreams ME into being almost as if I don't exist until I paint it so. Sometimes I'd like them to be more political, but often they just don't care...their roots grow deeper, their consciousness primeval...a reminder of hidden depths we've yet to plunder.

Innocence lost, a forgotten melody, a charm, a far off friend, a sorrow buried...these marks I make a reminder.

Paintings I love: the Post Impressionists, Expressionism, the Fauves: Matisse, Gaugin, Kirchner, Nolde, Munch, Der Blaue Reiter, early 20th century Paris, woodcuts - raw emotions.

Where to go next? One false move it's ruined.


"No" to painting today. It's so perfect and sunny but paint it is and so I sit and stare and wait and ponder and write and dream and worry and wait and hem and haw and fiddle and fuss until the birds and the breeze and me are in synch then I close my eyes, take off my glasses, put down this pen.

Can things be easy just for once? Like having someone else sell my work so I can paint and printmake and write and Circle. Does there have to be a hard part. Can't we all flow?


What's the good of expressing emotions? Well, for the "armoured amazon" (Schierse Leonard), let down by an emotion-less father figure it spells hope for mankind and I do mean the 'man' part.

The fire that burns within must be released or else one dies from the inside. Commercializing art-making brings no joy or hope or spark to me. Creating and releasing. The trick takes place in the next act: the selling and marketing of the work - not my job, but like breadcrumbs to the wolf, my paintings are being discovered by the trickster who resides in each of us.

EXTRA BIT: Perhaps by facing and owning this trickster, this huckster of dime store dreams, we can save what's left of our culture and ourselves. If dreams are paintings let mine save nothing, not souls, not dreams, not minds, no escape from ourselves. So what's left? What's the point? There is no point. We've only got our own life to make a difference. How will you make a difference? The point is to go beyond everything and into new territory and yes, I'm sure it's been explored before, but for me it's new - that's where the thrill lies. New for me, is having faith in my work in and of itself and for no other reason other than that it exists and its good and its speaks to me.

Art Matters

Acrylic & pastel on masonite, 48 x 48 inches. © 2011 by Kathy Crabbe100 Words Art Matters. Why? Because it inspires us to become more human, more in touch with who we are and how we relate to others, the world, the big picture.

Art takes time to appreciate. It's not fast food. Some art makes you think, some feel, some both, but good art changes you and how you see the world.

My first love was children's books; the wiener dog, the collage caterpillar, Czech and Grimm's fairytales. What about you?

Can art change the world? Can making art change your life? Name one artist who inspired you the most. (My fave: Matisse).

Painting Tip #1 (above and beyond 100words)

I don't guess when I'm painting. I let the painting lead matter how long it takes. Sometimes painting one single stroke can take hours and hours and hours of just looking.