I was recently introduced to Missy Dunaway's work. Susie left her info in the comments a few posts back. I found myself intrigued by her fresh unique approach to sketchbooking. Entire pages filled with beautifully rendered ink paintings. Landscapes & cityscapes in all their rich glory. Unimaginable beauty. So painterly! I love to find artists I've never heard of before who leave me breathless after spending time with their work. You can read about her process HERE. She answers questions from readers which make fascinating reading. Go see for yourself!
I contacted Missy and she kindly agreed to let me feature her work.
Recently Chronicle Books had a "Great Tumblr Book Search" and Missy entered it. She writes on her tumblr blog:
I have combined two personal art journals into one book entitled “Standing in Asia, Looking at Europe, Thinking of New York.” This book builds a narrative through painting and poetry to recount two years of solo globe-trotting, giving readers a chance to explore the world through the eyes and heart of a painter.
Eighty paintings guide the reader through a visual journey beginning in 2013 when I moved from New York City to Istanbul alone. Short poems describe a mirroring emotional journey as I leave old relationships, adjust to a new culture, and learn a new language. The book continues into 2014 as I move from Istanbul to Central Turkey, where the cultural divide deepens and the language barrier rises.
“Standing in Asia, Looking at Europe, Thinking of New York” combines female travel writing themes like independence, exploration and alienation with simple poetry and colorful artwork ...
I hope Chronicle Books sits up and takes notice. I, and probably you too, would buy a book of these glorious paintings in a heartbeat! Missy's website HERE.
I simply cannot NOT recommend Miss Hargreaves. Especially if you are prone to making up cockamamie stories about people who don't exist. I myself have a weakness for dreaming up characters so elaborate I often cannot remember if I'm remembering a book, a movie, an old friend, or the inside of my own mind. Norman Huntley has the exact same problem. And her name is Miss Hargreaves!
Written in 1940, by Frank Baker (author of The Birds!) the language of Miss Hargreaves is delightful. The walls of Moss Cottage were shaking with laughter as I read parts of the dialogue aloud. to. myself. It's that funny.
I cannot remember now when or where that was. My memory-alas!-works spasmodically in this the evening of my days. But what an evening! Oh, yes! It is no use disguising the fact; I am no longer young. She leant forward across the table, tapped me on the chest with a silver pencil suspended from a chain round her neck. 'Eighty-three, Norman; eighty-three! Five reigns. And yet I feel as though I had been born last week! Youth - she declaimed, touching her heart - lives here.
"I am not accustomed to being spoken to in this manner," she said sharply. She went towards the door. "Kindly move, sir! Kindly move! Make way! I wish to descend!"
After my vintage reading tangent, I've landed back in the 21st century with a companion book to the beloved Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. Yes, you "heard" me right! How glad I was not to have to hunt very long for my next book. Sometimes the search is a real pain in the tuchus. Ya know?
I'm only 30 pages in and I'm already charmed.
Blah blah blah.... I'll have to insist you spill the beans on what you're reading. At once!
48 hours ahead of me to poke around the house and garden and find more things to paint.
when i was in amsterdam late 2013, i only brought gouache with me. the ittiest bittiest tubes imaginable. one late afternoon i ran out of white and i zipped out the door to a little art shop a couple blocks away for some gouache. that's where the longer PLAKKAATVERF tubes came from...
anyway, they were inexpensive so i picked up a few. here are the links to my: