Printing...a line collograph

The Geranium

watercolor tinted line collograph printed on masa

©NSoppelsa 2017

The Geranium

monotone line collograph printed on masa

©NSoppelsa 2017

Watercolor fragments ...

Watercolor fragments ... collage

small format & smaller yet

©Nikki Soppelsa 2016

my smallest (thus far) ... 2"x2.5"

mail art in mail art ... and a little more

Mail Art ... to Belgium

The Yellow Pot

The Yellow Pot
(09.27.09)

Watercolor/dried grass fronds/chinese newspaper

The art of being...staying in FOCUS

(what a difference a drizzle makes)

FOCUS

This 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!

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.

Bull's Eye

Bull's Eye
Nikki Soppelsa 07.09
(photogram/found papers/watercolor/ephemera)

Study I

Study I
Nikki Soppelsa 07.09
(watercolor/found papers/ink)

early watercolor/collage...the rose is the same rose, the same rose, the same rose

The Chrysler Building

The evening began with a rendezvous under the awning of Rockefeller Center. I arrived early, walked the shops until I saw him in the distance, pacing, looking for me. I couldn't run towards him fast enough and when I got closer, I began calling out to him.
He, me...these days awash with perfection in every regard. There we stood overlooking the skating rink, immaculately dressed, each fragrant with a scent that was unmistakably our own and...smiling. We kissed. He took my arm and guided me inside the building, into the elevator which carried us up to the Rainbow Room. Martinis, a stunning view of the city, a fiery sunset...an evening and affair to match.