Happy 4th! Enjoy some detail shots of what’s going on my studio recently. Lots of small pulp painting/pulptype experiments and making friends with my new(ish) beater. Yep, I now have a little monster of a Noble & Wood Hollander Beater.
After a run of some popular basic hand papermaking classes at the AS220 Print Shop, a sculptural papermaking class seemed to make sense. Pulp painting is fantastic, but so is taking advantage of the artistic potential of paper to be three-dimensional. Working with paper pulp or freshly formed, wet sheets opens up a world of sculptural techniques that utilize how wet paper sheets dry and the remarkable memory that paper fibers have. Lindsey Beal and I had a great time showing a range of sculptural techniques in this debut class. Check out some photos from the workshop!
Phrag is everywhere. And that’s not exactly a good thing. Common reed (Phragmites Australis) is an invasive plant commonly found near waterways and especially near construction sites, ditched marshes, roadside ditches, and other disturbed sites. With such a plentiful fiber used in other areas of the world for papermaking with loaded environmental significance, I decided to process a handful of these monstrous plants into pulp and paper. Keep scrolling for directions on how I turned something unwanted into paper.
As freshly wet, handmade paper sheet dry, they have a life of their own. Helen Hiebert is an artist who creates small-scale sculptural work using the natural characteristics of drying paper. Take 10 minutes to witness the amazing process that happens as paper reacts to embedded objects and other restraints.
Helen Hiebert’s website for images of her work:
A short photo essay from a walk earlier today from the Mississippi River riparian. Witness cracked mud, barges, and even my dog, Boca.
Spalding’s catchfly? The Quaking Aspen? All foreign to someone from Connecticut/Louisiana. Never-the-less, these are endangered species residing in the Zumwalt Prairie Preserve in Oregon.
Around a month ago, my dear sister called me up and asked: “Want to come and volunteer to tear down some fences?” “Sounds great!” I said. Oregon is beautiful, I thought to myself (it’s true, as above photograph proves).