gratitude

I am grateful that I have a nice husband who reminds me of art that I have seen and loved out of the blue. We collectively do not remember where we saw Agnes Martin's work, though. We only have so many spare brian cells.  Or brain cells. I remember when you see the work up close there are many fine lines. I find women from the west coast tend to produce colours that I find incredibly soothing. I first noticed it with Margaret Killgallen a long time ago, but it's something I notice often, though I'm sure I am being quite selective in what I remember.  

Gratitude by Agnes Martin via AGMA

Happy Holiday via the Tate

Untitled, 2004 (her last drawing) via Peter Blum Gallery.

Marimekko notes


melooni, 1963


I think of Marimekko as being a very well-known studio, but my students are often unfamiliar with it. I found an old copy of petit glam in a sale bin with a beautiful marimekko feature with some pretty, classic prints and thought I would put in a few notes from it. Maybe I should do this with all magazines so I can happily throw them away!

ilo, 1981 (This was my childhood tablecloth. Or it was an Ikea knockoff — nostalgic)



bo boo, 1975

"[Bo boo designer] Katsuji Wakisaka's relationship to colour was emotional; first came the material, then the pattern, and finally the colour." —Phenomenon Marimekko


kivet, 1956

 

kaivo, 1964


unikko, 1965


"Fujiwo Ishimoto thinks young people will continue to be drawn to Maija's designs [such as melooni because] they are so light, so happy — there is no shadow. As you get older you cannot design this way anymore. At this point in my life, I am more interested in exploring the shadow in design."

the school of things


This summer we visited an exhibition of Lee Ufan (Marking Infinity). It was very relaxing. I loved the rocks on cushions (Relatum) and the repetitive paintings and prints. If you are interested in this type of thing, you can find out a bit more about the movement that Lee was a part of, Mono-ha, and see a video about Ufan here. Mono-ha may translate to "the school of things". This is apparently not a very good translation, but I like it. It seems very vague and inclusive. I feel like I belong to the school of things.



Anyway, I came across our tickets from the exhibition while I was tidying my paperwork today and we decided to do some Ufan-inspired paintings at the kitchen table with the Augs.
We used brushes and q tips. Auggie improvised by drawing suns over top and running a toy crane through the paint, wheel painting-style.



It was fun. And then we cut our paper up (it was thick watercolour paper) and used some for birthday cards.