The country drive last Sunday began "the stir........" Monday after running errands, I stopped by Lincoln Lakes "to stand ...... and be. listen. feel the sharp air on my face. silent, hoping for a response." I began a checklist. Dug out my padded overalls. Would my body still fit in them?? Pulled the heavy backpack with paints and supplies out of storage. Tuesday I checked off the overalls. It was a squeeze with my tummy, but I fit. Went out with the hand saw and for my new past time, hand sawing tree trunks that lie out in the yard. Each in various stages of being cut. It is more of an exercise for me to do, rather than a task to accomplish. An exertion to keep my mind sharp. Wednesday the paint kit was moved into the cab. The easel in the back. For a time to come. Friday the sun remained out long enough for me to"go look. pull out the backpack, set up the easel, hunt and locate the bungee cords. telescope the legs out.stand and observe.locate the graphite.. and sketch."
Orange road cones are stationed around me as I draw from the creek bridge on South Ely Street. Sunshine. Nip in the air. Clear sky. November. And the promise of an overcast afternoon. ... An hour passes. I regard the creek on the west side of the bridge. Another day for that, another time.
Today it goes well. How will my body respond tomorrow? ...to this stretching and lifting, bending and moving, climbing up and down out of the cab. Another check off the list, taking down the easel, carrying supplies back into the cab, lifting, placing. Gathering the cones. Off down the street.
Ely street meets West Lincoln Street and I stop by a green field with trees aflutter and a house nestled beneath its boughs. At last I find a fallen branch and mark the place I want to come back to. No sketch. Jotted thoughts on a paper squatch in my pocket to remember by.
On the shore the easel and drawing pad secured with bungee cord around back. All set. A sullen monument of bleached tree ascends to my right. A far tree bank across the lake. Two houses peeking out from behind way up there. The breeze cold, the sunshine bright, the sky still clear blue. Bright yellow green algae. This place I hope to return to and paint. Less than an hour I am satisfied.
Piling all into the cab. Easel hoisted. Graphite retired. The smudges removed with a clean moist baby wipe towel. I return home. My eyes roam through the passing tree trunks to backyards and houses tucked away in the wood. The spark bursts. Houses tucked away in the wood. A concept to come back to.
Here, I have finished posting the photos and typing the text, and the weather report proves to be true. The clouds have rolled in and the sunshine has left.
Thanks for reading it. It's time for lunch.
North central Missouri, central United States, North America, planet earth.
"Sonar On" by Karl Marxhausen, pencil and crayon on paper, 8 1/2 x 11 inches, March 7, 1990 . Location: Trinity Lutheran After School Daycare, Norwalk, California. Jan and I worked there in the afternoon while we attended school in Anaheim. I had hurt my foot from a soccer game at the Lutheran Bible Institute (LBI) -- so I sat while watching the daycare students. I drew with crayons during that time. I drew this picture. That is me in my sonar ship.
Nelson Atkins Print Society Presentation: Intersections With Fred Geary - Karl Marxhausen
grid shows the order that constrains sand amoebas
"THAT PAINTING BRINGS YOU JOY SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT YOU, AND I WOULD FOCUS ON THAT INSTEAD." DR.TANYA W. LAND, nurse practicianer specialist in Carrollton, MO
Cutting Block (Winter Scene)
"HELLO KARL. AS A FRIEND OF CHARLES AND ANITRA STEELE,I HAVE BEEN INTRODUCED TO YOU AND YOUR WORKAND AM ALWAYS INTERESTED IN READING YOUR WRITINGS AND ABOUT YOUR ACTIVITIES. I ESPECIALLY ADMIRE YOUR PERSISTENCE IN "BEING A TRUE ARTIST" IN SMALL CARROLLTON.I'M SURE IT IS SOMETHING THAT YOU PERSONALLY NEED TO DO AND IN WAYS THAT YOU WILL PERHAPS NEVER KNOW ARE AFFECTING MANY IN A POSITIVE WAY.CONTINUE TO HEAL!!"Patt Behler, Jefferson City, MO
sand, packaging, and acrylic paint is seen in this detail of "A Thinking Reed's Response"
"ABOUT YOUR DAD: THE BLESSING THAT CAME INTO HIS LIFE WAS CONCORDIA. THIS SETTING HELPED HIM BECOME THE PERSON HE "BECAME." AND BY SETTING I MEAN THE COLLEGE AND THE CITY OF SEWARD. NO QUESTION ABOUT IT. IT WAS THE PERFECT SPOT FOR HIM." JACK DUENSING, SEWARD, NE.
mixed materials used in "Wired To Hear Your Voice" by Karl Marxhausen, 2002
owner of "Sundown" from Seward, NE
Welcome. Art is alive in the middle of North America. Ten miles north of the Missouri River, down the road from Moss Creek, I work with a variety of materials. This journal tells you what I am up to with PAINT, COLLAGE, RELIEF PRINTS, MARKERS, and MUSIC. Your comments are welcomed from around the globe. Posts go up every two weeks. Come back often.
plein air acrylic
"SOUNDS LIKE GOD HAS BLESSED YOU WITH YOUR ART. YOU ARE AN INSPIRATION TO MANY!!"SANDY QUICK, KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
"MAKES PERFECT SENSE TO ME, KARL. IC UNDERSTAND THE PRIORITIES OF KIDS. YOUR DAD WAS JUST A "REGULAR DAD" EXCEPT THAT HE TOUCHED A LOT OF PEOPLE'S LIVES, AND THAT MADE HIM EXTRAORDINARY!!!" MATTHEW G. HANSEN, LINCOLN CAPITOL PRESERVATION ARCHITECT
"ALWAYS ENJOY YOUR BLOG, KARL --- YOUR FUN STORIES, CREATIVE WORKS, AND PHILOSOPHIES ON LIFE!! THANKS!" LOIS MEYER VOELTZ
"HOW COOL IS THAT KARL!! CONGRATULATIONS AND KEEP AT IT - YOU ARE DOING WONDERFUL WONDERFUL WORK."richard hamilton, kansas city, mo
artist and his collage "Airstrike"
"INSPIRED BY YOUR COMMITMENT TO JESUS CHRIST."murray hunter, london, canada
"I ADMIRE THE WAY YOU MAKE THE SCENE YOUR OWN. YOU USE ACRYLICS IN A NICE, FLEXIBLE WAY WHICH IS SO DIFFICULT." sheila vaughan, painter, united kingdom
"MAY THE LORD CONTINUE TO INSPIRE YOU!!" adebanji alade,artist, united kingdom
"KARL PAINTS WITH STRONG STROKES - SOMETIMES ALMOST SLASHES. HE SAYS IT ALL, FEARLESSLY, IN A FEW WELL CHOSEN WORDS FROM HIS PALETTE. HIS SUBJECTS ARE SIMPLE EVERYDAY THINGS THAT HOLD THE GREAT PLEASURES." phil chadwick, painter, ontario