Rita Rita Fashion-ita

So a year ago I started seasonal work at the art museum. 

I did an inventory of my clothes closet! 

It was time to come out of fashion hibernation!

Rita Rita Fashion-ita, Hahahaha!

In my Daily Journal I periodically document what I wore 

on the previous day.The Fashion Report, Hahahaha.

 

The quick tiny drawings remind me 

of my 7th grade fashion drawings,

inspired by Simplicity Pattern envelope illustrations.

In 7th grade I decided I was going to be a fashion designer

when I grew up. Hahahaha.

I loved the whole mix & match thing & still do.

I'm having fun gathering 

a few of my "museum costume" sketches. 

Do we see a theme here?? 

Guess how many scarves I have in the

blue-turquoise-teal-aqua range?  

(Answer in next post.)

 

 If no scarf then one must at lease wear a turquoise shirt! 

In high school I decided that my interest in fashion 

was "shallow".  

It is true that my brain had other things to work on.

College days: Work boots & flannel shirts. 

More brain & social stuff to work on.

In this semi-retirement museum employee stage,

It's fun to "curate" my clothes collection. 

Maybe it's still shallow, but, shrug, it is pleasurable.

Our museum visitors, who are in a visually receptive

state of consciousness, appreciate my efforts. 

"Oooooh, your colors!" the women exclaim.

Lupine Time & Moonbat Baking Co.

 Annual Lupine sketch time, out my back door! 

Each year my image is different! 

(see lupine  blog posts in June, 2017 & June, 2016.)

Minute to minute the lupines transform in appearance.

Above, just before the bright Eastern sun hit this morning,

just before they went from soft misty blue-lavenders

to warmer golden tones, 

not as distinguished from their surrounding greens.

My seasonal work hours at the museum have increased 

so when I had a free Friday I reveled in it,

sketching at the Farmer's Market & then,

out the window 

of the locally celebrated bakery, 

Moonbat City Baking Co. 

The pastries & coffee, divine, & the happy atmosphere~Wow!

I overheard more than once,

"It doesn't get any better than this!"

The owner Michelle sets the tone greeting customers 

VERY enthusiastically, 

the chartreuse walls & the light from windows lift spirits.

 The café is small, 

but it welcomes lively visits & conversations,

& folks at tables doing their own thing with computers 

or, in my case, bien sûr, 

with my sketchbook.  

Sketchbook Wandering in Québec City

Away from my to-do lists & routines
 my senses always open up in Québec.
Sketching & note-taking, my tool for observing & reflecting.
A beautiful place to enjoy being in the moment!

 My travel journal was a 4 X 6 book.

 After many trips there, I walk & wander, 
& I still discover new sights, like the Fontaine de Tourny.
Happy tourists play to the sound of 47 jets of water. 

(installed in front of the Parliament Building in 2007, 
but created in France in 1854.)

More new discoveries. This statue guy was a historian. 
Poets, artists, soldiers, women, politicians are also honored 
through statues around the city. 

 A visit to Musée de la civilisation always educates through sight, sound, movement & language. 
(French language!!)

On the left, part of a small model, une maquette, 
for the outdoor statue, Tribute to Women in Politics.

Surprise: The Quebec City Symphony filled the Main Lobby

with Beethoven's joyous 2nd Symphony.
Seeing them so close reminded me of the Sempé illustration,
which made me laugh!

 The exhibition C'est notre histoire, Premières Nations
et Inuit du XXI ième Siècle (First Nations) 
filled a huge hall with soft lighting, a sacred atmosphere. 
Artifacts & crafts displayed everywhere, 
including suspended from the ceiling,
stories & interviews on monitors, contemporary art...
The oral history touched me deeply...

Le Temps des Québecois was a fascinating historic exhibit,
again via artifacts, narratives, videos. Again, people's history.

Sunday morning sketch walk. Because of the weathervane

(la girouette) in the museum I started noticing them in the city.

The sketch on the right took quick minutes 

as my hands were cold & my feet were sore (wrong shoes).

I did it simply to observe the facade of a pretty café.

 I took some photos before my camera glitched out on me.

 The old city was being refreshed & renovated. 

Lots of construction workers, painters, scaffolding & cranes 

in the old city.

 But churches & monasteries were peaceful & quiet,
dressed in springtime light.

 This photo is for La Table de Nana. 

Lines were too long for me to eat 
at one of our favorite bakeries/cafés, Paillard. 
But these folks were enjoying it.

The public library that is housed by the 19th century church:
A place we return to for quiet, peaceful reading (in French!!)

Already planning my next trip...

Watercolor Mixing in Spring

Watercolor Mixing~ Enjoyment!

That is the diagram of my current paint box. 

Ceramic tray, a total pleasure, 

though too heavy to take on on the road.

Such fun to play Let's Mix Some Greens with a friend...

Possibilities, willy nilly were all over my page

with no thought to composition.

So cutouts & collage created a bit of order.

Il fallait les mettre en valeur.

After such intense focus, greens called me

everywhere I looked! 

Now, they are popping like mad outdoors,

minute by minute, vite, vite! 

taking their place in the midst of winter grays.

A friend calls them:

 "Emerging greens of spring..." 

I think they are in a hurry to arrive in time for summer.

Soon they will take over. 

In full bloom & without the gray contrasts, 

they will be harder to distinguish.

Perhaps we New Englanders are like 

the emerging greens of spring. 

The gardeners are out, the bicyclers, the walkers.

On the sidewalk & in shops, livelier hello's & quicker smiles.

It was a long winter...

Sketchers Go to a Beautiful Space

 An initial rough sketch made at 

Beyond the Sea, (Gifts & Books & Café) 

Not great paper in my sketchbook, but it works.

Another field trip with the sketch group.

The owner has created a sunny pastel space 

in the back of the shop, 

looking out to a salt marsh 

on the edge of Lincolnville Beach. 

I had sketched out the window in December,

on a solo visit. 

Today the focus was on my friends.

Tourist season has not yet begun, 

so we each had our own table. 

We chatted lightly, sporadically,

punctuating the space with art tips & experiences. 

The above two images are illustration-sketches 

on watercolor paper,

derived from the roughs in my sketchbook.

They aren't meant to be portraits, nor to capture likenesses.

They are impressions that bring back the afternoon.

They allow me to linger in a pleasant experience...

It's May!

It's May!

Happy First of May, Joyeux 1er mai! 

In France it is La fête du travail.

In Poland it is too, Swięto Pracy.

A long time ago,

In the US

 we used to make & give May baskets.

So here is my little May gift for you,

including un brin de muguet.

Sketchers Go Downeast

 

Sketchers went Downeast, to Stonington. Field Trip!!

Sketchbook Wandering!

 

 I got to ride in the back seat...

Quick impressions on the road to Deer Isle. 

Last chance to enjoy tree branches as buds are sprouting.

I got car sick from all the curves & hills, but it was worth it!

 

Glimpses drawn from imagination & memory.

In the sketchbook, not on watercolor paper...

Low tide.

If I could sum the voyage up in word, it would be: BLUE!

Blue & breezes & springtime sun, 

replacing frozen grays of winter.

On the way home we stopped on top of Caterpillar Hill,

and looked out across the Bay! So often I have looked out to 

Caterpillar Hill from my home on the mainland! Amazing!

The Mouton Studies

Mouton came to me during a time of intense bad-luck stress. 

The bad-luck stress left, but Mouton decided to stay. 

He is a "Sigikid" and comes from Germany.

Recently I did a quick sketch of him in my daily journal.

He liked it. "Do more, Rita, do more!" 

"Andrew Wyeth did many studies of his favorite models, Rita. 

So please, study ME!"

He often sits next to my pen cup. He knows how to get

my attention. (He's onto my fountain pen obsession.)

 He did not realize how how much work went into me trying to illustrate, 

verses my private sketching! 

After all these years of loving & sharing picture books with children,

I know even more what tremendous work goes into 

creating animated, consistent images!

Picture book authors & illustrators are Mouton's & my heroes!

(Mouton's favorite picture book at the moment is 

I Lost My Bear by Jules Feiffer.)

He may still prefer it when I sketch him loosely in my sketchbooks, 

but he's glad I challenged myself to try something new.

Mouton's been speaking to me in French lately.

(We like listening to a French radio show while we work.)

Even though his name has French origins, 

he pronounces it MOO' tawn. Accent on the MOO.

(Il aime faire le clown-pronounced "clune.")

 

Now, take a break from modeling, dear Mouton.

Repose-toi bien.