Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Spellerberg

Flooded with memories.  I feel this when I visit my family in Indiana.  The shapes of houses, the height of trees, the negative windchill and its force to remain indoors.  


Saturday, January 20 here in Lockhart, Spellerberg Projects will open at the Masur Building a show of artwork and music and cocktails.  This is my own Bedford Falls hometown and I'm excited to see the people I call my friends and neighbors.  I can walk to my exhibition.


I've been preparing for new things in this 2018.  Not quite ready yet, but I am excited as I try my best to remain patient.  Not at all the way I normally do things.


Please let me know (by emailing me at info@christopherstleger.com) if you'd like to be added to my contact list.  I'd like to share what I've got cooking.


Monday, December 4, 2017

ladder building

What is an inverted watercolor?


I study the negative of my snapshot and create a watercolor based on it.  I then scan this watercolor and digitally invert the file.


 The result is printed.  The process is a head scratcher.  What I love most is its unpredictability.  One step beyond traditional watercolor on paper.  



I fulfilled the order for lofts in my children's bedrooms.  Building a ladder, a simple one from 2x4's, is deeply satisfying.  Elevating. 

Monday, November 27, 2017

two wishes ranch

The polo field at Two Wishes Ranch is, like all polo fields, large.  300 yards.  
My first impression of it as I walked over the hill was that of land art.  Stanley Kubrick perfect rectangle of green.  


I was invited by Lauren and Skylar to create watercolors for their promotional posters.  Molly Humphrey did the rest.  I enjoyed it all.


These will be for sale soon.


Friday, October 27, 2017

thoracic

My daughter is musical.  She sings and hums and adopts new words that she's only heard and never seen.  She dazzles me.


Yesterday my son said, "sometimes, when people are talking to me, I just really look at them and I can see their personality." 


 I more closely resemble my son.  I too listen more to a person's mood as their spoken words pass to either side of me.  I often catch myself mirroring another's crossed arms or hands in pockets.


The wind outside is cool.  It is time for garden work, for the transplanting that cannot be done during the other three quarters of the year.


It is also a school break.  My son is requesting I throw the baseball with him.  We stand apart and mimic each others motion.  I hold back in correcting him too often and he's shown improvements with his form.  Nature's way.


I paint them quickly.


Again.



Monday, October 2, 2017

boundaries

I remember moving around a party in a mountain cabin above Boulder, Colorado, the first of many new home-bases in my young twenties away from the midwest.  Each guest that I met seemed eager for their chance to share a core aspect of themselves that was guiding them through their unique cycle of life.  One fellow described to me his discipline of drinking several glasses of water upon waking up each morning.  By doing this, he'd ground himself in his body after an astral slumber.  At such a party I remember being careful and, in this community in particular, to not seem unspiritual.  I asked few questions and went along with the rules of others.  One such practical rule was that I fill a basin with only an inch of water.  I would use this water for cleaning the hummus off of the dishes.


Restraint.  Thrift.  Moderation too.  Cool, even critical in some circles.  In my circle too mostly.  


A champion physical trainer warned me recently against recreational sports for exercise:  The game takes over, hiding the harm to your body from over-doing it.  
But I love games, watching games, the focus or distraction of games.  There is also an experience of inviting a new member to the game.  Explaining the unique rules of how we play the game.  And making that newcomer's experience such that they want to join in more.


Watercolor is a conversation with my primal urge to lay bare.  Things take place here sort of like an arena.  Game of constant and variable.  Lay out boundaries first.





Wednesday, September 6, 2017

new walls


In addition to showing new watercolors in Austin this month, we are surrounded by our new place, home and studio.  We moved in during the hurricane winds, had to.  I'm open with a courtesy call for an appointment.



Wednesday, August 2, 2017

tinted

There were a few parts missing from the order, so I had to drive into north Austin with orders to return promptly.  This allowed me no time for experiencing any of the fun of the vibrant metropolis.  There was no time for doing lunch with friends.  No time for Peter Pan mini golf.  I was able only to veer off of the highway, and to slowly circle a round-about beside my wife's office.  By doing this I could wave toward the second level corner office.  My kids were inside that office today with their mommy, and they waved back, reportedly.  I couldn't see them through the office building's tinted glass.  They saw me.  They told me over the phone.  


Summer's end approaches.  As a nonTejano I scan the horizon for this season change every year.  The light changes always, but this one change I detected last week.  It is autumn.  And though it's still months away from fully landing, I know it's coming and I feel hope once again.


My strategies for entertaining the kids with an unforgettable summer have run out.  By strategies I mean that I mostly expect them to entertain themselves.  But this has devolved into tv binging, or as in today's case, adventuring with mommy to mommy's office.  Today they were able to see my white van circle below, to see me smiling and waving.  I told them they looked like they were having a blast.