altered playing card
a gift for a friend
©Nikki Soppelsa 2013
Showing posts with label found paper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label found paper. Show all posts
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Sunday, October 28, 2012
bricolage for ...
Bricolages A & B
©Nikki Soppelsa 2012
(sent to mail art friend Jean-Pierre Comes~Limoges, France)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
The Suitcase
The Suitcase
Helping my friend Diane to pack her house,
she sent me packing with items she thought would be of interest to me.
This was one.
(I honestly don't think this is finished, but here it is for now)
she sent me packing with items she thought would be of interest to me.
This was one.
(I honestly don't think this is finished, but here it is for now)
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
The art of being...staying in FOCUS
(what a difference a drizzle makes)
FOCUSThis is one the most important words in my day to day living. When distractions of present or past life invade, I say this to myself repeatedly until I find myself centered once again.
This piece of art began with the desire to clean my watercolor palette...my intent to relax, to play. I did relax, I did play...but a little watercolor goes a very very long way!
This piece of art began with the desire to clean my watercolor palette...my intent to relax, to play. I did relax, I did play...but a little watercolor goes a very very long way!
What began as play, took shape and form in my mind. I found myself with a foundation for experimenting and for my ongoing love of collage in this instance, using my saved watercolor scraps, chinese newspaper and fresh watercolor paper.
My former father-in-law (now deceased) was an advertising artist...skilled hand-letterer. An early example of one of his 'alphabet' paintings, my favorite, hung in my home (until the splitting of 'matrimonial' property)...I am quite certain that the influence of it...is here and I'm certain too that he would have enjoyed this.
...and so, I now find myself with a 'subject' that utilizes two mediums I thoroughly enjoy. I will continue to cleanse the palette playfully and with form.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
"Remembering My Make-Believe Parents"
"Remembering My Make-Believe Parents"(July 2009)
William & Elizabeth Clark, my make-believe parents, born long before me and married before I was born. They were nicely settled in by the time I arrived. For how nicely life went for the three of us, I'd say we were all ready, well-suited for one another.
They and only they referred to one another as Bet and Bill. To me they were mom and pop, and I was their little offshoot, munchkin, third pea in the pod. Life wasn't necessarily quiet, but it sure was serene. So much of our lives spent at the small cottage at the edge of the shore's stoney beach. Mom always painting, pop always writing...the glow of lamplight in the night, me on the little screened porch watching the fireflies flicker in time to pop's typing.
He always signed his notes to mom...love always my sweet Bet...your Hemingway
They and only they referred to one another as Bet and Bill. To me they were mom and pop, and I was their little offshoot, munchkin, third pea in the pod. Life wasn't necessarily quiet, but it sure was serene. So much of our lives spent at the small cottage at the edge of the shore's stoney beach. Mom always painting, pop always writing...the glow of lamplight in the night, me on the little screened porch watching the fireflies flicker in time to pop's typing.
He always signed his notes to mom...love always my sweet Bet...your Hemingway
Sunday, July 12, 2009
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