Rubbing Prayer Flags with MamaPea in The BoneYard.

For Scattered by The Wind

Dust to Dust

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Coquille Saint-Jacques

ash rub on vintage handkerchief

Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.

Since I post my weekly rubbings on Wednesdays, ash seemed like an obvious choice to rub with today. Since I knew I would not be attending mass, I had to make my own. Unfortunately I didn’t have any palm fronds to burn, so I created my own small fire of twigs and Doug fir boughs that had been scattered throughout the yard from recent storms.

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Fire is always so captivating. I am easily mesmerized by dancing flame. As I became engulfed in the smoke from the damp green needles, I thought about the quotes I had read earlier about how Lent is “Not just about giving up our favorite food but its about going further and giving up things like hatred and unforgiveness. You need to clean your heart and prepare yourself for purity.” ~Amanda Jobs

I am not religious, I was raised by Hippies not Catholics but I like the idea of cleaning out your heart every now and then.

"Everything in life has its own time. There is time to celebrate and there is time to mourn. This is the time for reflection and transformation. Let us look within and change into what we ought to be." ~Aaron Saul

Taking time to reflect before the transformation of Spring makes perfect sense to me. With no offense to the devout, it is much more meaningful for me to tweak existing rituals to meet my own playfully pagan tendencies. It’s all in the name of art deep down, that’s what I really live for  - in all it’s infinite forms.
As the fire turned to ash, I blessed it (as best I could) by acknowledging the spirit that once lived as a tree and now offered itself as a medium to create something new …
image Though rubbing a crucifix would probably come out pretty cool, I wanted to rub something more personally significant. I thought about the most religious act I had ever committed; my pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Shortly after my husband and I got married, we set out to walk the way of St. James. As pilgrims have done since the middle ages, we donned scallop shells and set out to earn our Compostela, or certificate of accomplishment -which we were also told was our free ticket into Heaven, having been absolved of all of our sins for our 1000 mile penance. Little did they know that we had been sinning the whole way!
Absolved or not, it was the most reflective and transformative experience I have ever had. The scallop shell is the symbol of St. James or St. Jacques as he is known in France, I guess you could say it is the closest thing to a cross for me …
So I rubbed it!
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Grounded

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Spent coffee grounds on #4 paper cone filter

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The bottom of my coffee cup. I’ve used this same cup for the last 10 yrs.

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Peet’s House Blend.

Would you consider these grounds for rubbing? Sure, why not!

Art with the heart (not with the eyes)

I’m exited to play with the kids at school today!

I can’t wait to spring this on them!


Do you have to see it to make it? Is it still art if you can’t see it? What kind of art does a blind person make?

How does it feel to make art blind?

Gathering goodies to rub with the 5th graders. These will be sorted into paper grab bags that they will only be able to identify by touch! The kids have no idea yet, but I plan to force them to make art blindfolded, using touch and feel ONLY! - MwahHaha!!

Artist Playdate

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Window grate rub - oil pastel on paper, inverted. Lower Pearl District PDX

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It helps to have someone hold the paper for you.

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Anna was excited for an Artist’s Playdate!

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We rubbed this big ass rose with oil pastel.

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Anna noticed these small numbers on the sidewalk and liked the way the 2nd 2 had been changed to an 8, can you tell?

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We were on a quest for surface details to rub and discovered a few interesting features like this flower pictured above, but then became more interested in the textural glop of the sealant found on the same post, pictured below.

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We didn’t make any super cool art today, but we had fun looking at things differently, thinking about things we would have never considered before. Staring at walls and curbs, fire hydrants and gas meters. It’s funny how focusing in on your surroundings can remove you from them in such a strange and magical way.

Try to take the time to look, REALLY LOOK at the little things all around you. Try to see things in a new way, if you can and make a playdate!

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Soft pastel on tissue.

I did this rub a couple weeks ago and quietly posted it on Facebook with no explanation. I struggled with what kind of fall out I might receive -especially from other parents at school! What would they think of me?! What would my own son think? I even asked my husband for permission first - and that kind of bothered me. Do I need permission to make art?! I found my temperature rising as the possibility of offending people loomed over me like big black cloud. I was thinking too much and worrying about what might or might not happen over something I hadn’t even done yet. It’s just a boob after all. Our bodies do not deserve shame. Nudity is not ugly, offensive or scary. Get over it.

I have never explored my own nudity in my art before, but once I started thinking of the organic surface of a live body, I got excited about the challenge of making a rubbing from it. It’s hard to know what will work and what won’t until you try it and this project is ALL ABOUT TRYING NEW THINGS and pushing myself to new places I’ve never been (whether it works or not). I like the way this came out, it’s subtle and maybe even a little mysterious.

So I posted it and no one even saw it or cared. I put it out there and my world didn’t come crashing down on me. I feel a bit like I have crossed a tiny threshold as an artist and my world feels a little bit bigger and bolder now. I celebrated by putting it in a gold frame and submitting it to Spendoporium’s Pink Show!

Baby steps.

A view to a chill.

Inspired yet challenged by all the snow falling. I’ve become used to seeing texture everywhere, but now all the surfaces are blanketed in billowy white. I feel compelled to rub something, but it’s too soft and wet -all jokes aside!

How do you rub snow?!

It’s ephemeral.

Today’s Rub is full of mystery.

When it comes right down to it, life is just fun and games (and death).

Who wants to play with me?


#wednesdayrub #rub-it #hasbro

I found this thistle on a small plaque on a drinking fountain at Reed.
This project is training me to see things in a whole new way and focus in on some tiny details I may have otherwise overlooked. I have sipped from this fountain many times, but I never noticed the thistle before.
There is subtle relief every where. I am becoming obsessed with texture and the way things feel. I’m starting to analyze everything by whether or not I can …  Rub it!

I found this thistle on a small plaque on a drinking fountain at Reed.

This project is training me to see things in a whole new way and focus in on some tiny details I may have otherwise overlooked. I have sipped from this fountain many times, but I never noticed the thistle before.

There is subtle relief every where. I am becoming obsessed with texture and the way things feel. I’m starting to analyze everything by whether or not I can …  Rub it!

For this rub, I headed down to the Reed campus on a hunt for Griffins.

The official mascot of Reed College is the griffin. In mythology, the griffin often pulled the chariot of the sun; in canto 32 of Dante’s Commedia the griffin is associated with the Tree of Knowledge. The griffin was featured on the coat-of-arms of founder Simeon Reed and is now on the official seal of Reed College.

I had hoped to find a neat old carving or sculptural relief somewhere, but ended up finding this on a speed limit sign! The relief of this image is barely raised, in fact it’s just a vinyl sticker on a flat metal sign.  I used tracing paper and lightly smudged with a charcoal stick.

I’m excited to rub all over Portland!

First Rub. The art of play.

The idea is not to plan too much, but to allow creativity to happen in the moment -spontaneously. This first rub was made by grabbing my son’s bucket of crayons, a sheet of printer paper and the little sacred heart milagro that hangs on my mantle. I tweaked it in Instagram to get this effect. The original is very small and not nearly this vibrant. I am not concerned with creating a finished work of art that you can hold or frame. It is more about the idea of exploring a process and sharing my discoveries.

The art of Frottage, or rubbing was popularized by the surrealist Max Ernst in 1925. Ernst was inspired by an ancient wooden floor where the grain of the planks had been accentuated by many years of scrubbing. The patterns of the graining suggested strange images to him. He captured these by laying sheets of paper on the floor and then rubbing over them with a soft pencil. He called this new style of textural impressions “Natural Histories”.
Watch Max Rub:    http://youtu.be/5Jm5jHMETfM

The art of Frottage, or rubbing was popularized by the surrealist Max Ernst in 1925. Ernst was inspired by an ancient wooden floor where the grain of the planks had been accentuated by many years of scrubbing. The patterns of the graining suggested strange images to him. He captured these by laying sheets of paper on the floor and then rubbing over them with a soft pencil. He called this new style of textural impressions “Natural Histories”.

Watch Max Rub:    http://youtu.be/5Jm5jHMETfM

I’ve always wanted to do one of those photo-a-day type of projects or in this case, a rubbing every week for a year. So I came up with the “Wedneday Rub” since Wednesday is Hump Day and the art of rubbing things is called Frottage. I gotta admit, I love the double entendre.  -It fits right in with my sense of humor and style of art. It’s an intuitive thing more than anything, since I love texture! I’m a mixed-media artist fascinated with the way things FEEL! I paint on wood, leather and velvet and nail down beer cans and bottle caps, sequins and staples. The idea of rubbing things came to me as a way to loosen up my process by allowing myself an opportunity to play with an idea and see it thru for an entire year. These will be loose exercises done spontaneously every Wednesday, in other words a creative play-date for a year. This project is all about process and hopefully opening up to seeing things in a new ways. It’s about ideas and exploration and the adventure of interacting with my environment  thru art. The hunt for texture is on … now let’s Rub it!