Pareidolia – Opening TONIGHT! 5p-8p @ Gordy Fine Art and Framing!

Pareidolia – Opening TONIGHT! 5p-8p @ Gordy Fine Art and Framing!

What are you doing tonight?

If your answer is anything other than ‘Checking out the awesome artwork Muncie has to offer at its First Thursday event, including Drawing Practice + Pareidolia at Gordy Fine Art and Framing‘ you are sorely mistaken.

A preview:



Pareidolia is the psychological phenomenon of finding significance in random visual stimuli. The most common examples of this are finding images in clouds, seeing faces in kitchen appliances and Rorschach ink blots. As humans, we want to find meaning in the seemingly random chaos that surrounds us. It’s why we study history, it’s why we feel cheated when fictional stories ‘don’t make sense’- we want to believe there are rules and, by extension, that by playing by these rules we can take control of what is ultimately uncontrollable- namely the Universe.
See you tonight!



It was a muddy and gloomy evening…

It was a muddy and gloomy evening…

Spring is here!
The 20th has come and gone, and winter is finally over. Between harvesting new spring greens and tending to my indoor seedlings and planning picnics, I’ve just been filled with springtime joy! The fresh scent of jonquils and new leaves is carried on a breeze that is brisk but mellowed with the first warmth of the new season, through my open kitchen window. Outside, baby ducks and rabbits frolic in a bucolic bacchanal of fuzz and fluff and too big eyes.

If you listen very closely, you can almost hear a chorus of baby lambs singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

If you listen very closely, you can almost hear a chorus of baby lambs singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

If you’ve read this blog for more than 5 minutes you know a) that I am in the Midwest and thus b) dripping with sarcasm. The truth is, despite what Martha and Pinterest and the rest of the internet is telling me, the current season is one that isn’t a season at all. It feels like it shouldn’t be winter. The days are longer, there’s a strange and firey ball of light in the sky, Easter candy abounds and yesterday I counted approximately 177 robins in our front yard. It’s definitely not SPRING- there’s a Winter Weather advisory in effect and while a few unwise blubs have started sending up green stuff through the sea of mud, all the tips have been frost burnt.
When I am feeling cheerful, I call this current state of being ‘The Mudglooms.’

Having spent the better part of the week bitching about our lack of spring like it’s my job, I’ve decided to take this transitory state in stride. Sure, every formerly grassy then snowy area has been replaced with mud- Sure, going for a run requires more layers of spandex than I feel comfortable disclosing- Sure, it seems like everyone (including yours truly) has spent the past 5 months perfecting their snarls- At the same time, though, all these gloomy skies and biting winds put one in the perfect mood for tea and rumination but without the utter despair that comes from the deep heart of winter. Having the nearness of spring so close to the current desolation seems almost supernatural. I’ll say this for the Mudglooms- they’re a great time for reading books about villages on moors. And looking at art like this:

Figure 2 by Agnes Martin

THE KITCHEN V Carrying the Milk by Marina Abramovic

Exploded View Birds by Jim Campbell.
Click HERE or HERE to see this piece in action. Awesome.

The Argument With Spring by Jessica Tremp

a drawing by Eva Hesse

Heart Branches by Anne Siems

from Bloom by Anna Schuleit

Robert Montgomery

Robert Mongomery is right- Winter can’t last forever. Let us savor this liminal state- Three cheers for sunglasses+beanies! A round of hurrahs for the extension of hot cocoa season!

Home Sweet Hermitage

Home Sweet Hermitage
CLynch 2012

snowday shut-in, Cat Lynch, acrylic/mixed media, 2012

Well what do you know, I not only managed to complete one last daily-practice-piece before 2013, I even managed to finish before the weekend (because technically, 11:50 on Friday is still a weekday).

This piece kind of went back and forth for me- every NextThing I did to it made me either love it or hate it. Currently don’t feel either at the moment, but I guess that’s sort of the point of practicing daily, right? It’s not always going to be something I want to frame and will to my progeny.

Snow Schlow Mow Day.

Snow Schlow Mow Day.
CLynch 2012

‘ends and beginings’ Cat Lynch, acrylic and graphite, 2012

Another of my ‘weekday’ endeavors, though I bent the rules a bit and finished it over the weekend at my parents’ house. Given the way I usually work, and the proximity I am to the end of my book, this will probably be the last drawing of 2012. Fitting, then that it’s a drawing of a butt.

In related book-finishing, drawing-making news, it is SNOWPOCALYPSE. After bad-mouthing the mildness of Ohio winters for three years, she’s finally calling my bluff. Outside is a beautiful, wintry wonderland and zero reason to leave the house.

Stay warm!

A Stitch in Time.

A Stitch in Time.

A few weeks ago I got to hear an artist talk by the talented performance artist, Coco Loupe that was everything you want an artist talk to be; interesting, inspiring, humbling and reassuring all in one. In it, she mentioned her ‘daily practice’ which really struck a chord with me- Most of my current projects are either long-term, collaborative, wrapped up in about 12 layers of CONCEPT or some combination of the three. While it’s all work I’m really excited about, I’ve been having a hard time the past couple of weeks maintaining momentum. I think my own lack of ‘daily practice for the sake of daily practice’ is the culprit.* It’s like playing an instrument or running- warm-ups take more than zero minutes and they certainly aren’t interesting, but they do make a world of difference, especially, in the case or running, in longevity.

All of which is to say that the night before I succeeded in living for a quarter of a century found me with a 1987 planner passed on to me by another talented woman I admire, and a longing to just make something pretty. Or, not even pretty- just to make something barely beyond the realm of doodlery for no other reason other than “it feels good.”

CLynch 2012

‘a stitch in time’ Cat Lynch, mixed media/

Why a timezone map? Because the lines made by the zones were interesting and the colors pretty. Why cut them out? Because Sunday I wanted to cut something up. Why weaving, why sewing? Because the rest of the week I felt like putting something back together. And I wanted to make art while watching ParaNorman.

Of course, because I’m still me, this is merely the beginning of a series, and of course there are Rules;

-They will be small
-They will be arbitrary
-I will only work on them during the week/evenings and save weekends for working on bigger and better things
-I will not be upset at how they look in the end.

Another idea came up during Coco’s amazing artist talk- the idea that one must make lots of crap to make things that aren’t crap. I believe one artist present mentioned a “10% rule”? (Meaning that for every 10 things she makes, maybe one will be good). By that logic, there’s a chance that, should I continue to stick with this, by this time next year I’ll have 5 good drawings.
That ain’t bad.



*well, that and the fact that it’s Christmas time and I have a mental age of 10.