Filtering by Tag: painting

new moon

New Moon watercolor painting by Phoebe Stout for Untold Imprint

I started painting this print on November 6th, 2018. There was something about the energy and excitement of the day made me feel so deeply that I should start working on a new pattern. It turned out to be a historic day for women, and for our country – a new beginning.

One of my favorite quotes is by Arundhati Roy ~ “A new world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.” I think of it so often these days, and had it playing on a loop in my head on November 6th and 7th. A new world is truly on her way, led by the most inspiring and courageous women.

I sat with the start of this painting over the holidays, revisiting it – letting my thoughts wander, my body feel. I generally work this way. I’ll start a new pattern and then over the course of a few days, or sometimes weeks, I think about it and let the painting evolve slowly, adding to it and revising. This one led me to the new moon, a time of rebirth. I set an intention for finishing it on the weekend of January 5th, 2019 and cut my screen to begin printing the following week. It all felt so right and good, as if pieces were falling into place. I don’t ever print a pattern that I don’t love, but there are sometimes patterns that I feel more connected to than others. This is certainly one of them. I hope it will bring to you all the positive vibes and faith that it has sparked in me.

New Moon celebrates new beginnings ~ brought forth by the creative, wise, and intuitive energy of our cosmic mother.

The start of my ‘New Moon’ pattern with the names of just some of the incredible, awe-inspiring women who ran for office on Nov 6th.

The start of my ‘New Moon’ pattern with the names of just some of the incredible, awe-inspiring women who ran for office on Nov 6th.

water's edge

Water's Edge painting by Phoebe Stout for Untold Imprint
Water's Edge Organic cotton tee by Untold Imprint
Water's Edge tank dress by Untold Imprint

My spirit found home among great trees, at a water's edge.

I was looking for a quote about nature to accompany my new print and then it struck me – why not write what I feel about nature? So I did. My spirit truly did come to life when I left the city and rediscovered how much I love nature. The feelings that nature evokes led me to start my altar collection back in 2016, it led me to adopt Alice, and it has given me a deep sense of connection to the world, both near and far.

Squam Art Fair will be my first market of the Fall season and I'll have tees & towels with this new print to celebrate the magic of Squam. 

Until then, enjoy these last weeks of summer and all that nature inspires.

from inspiration to printed textile

poppy fairy by Cicely Mary Barker.jpg
flower fairy painting 2.jpg
wonder watercolor painting by Phoebe Stout of Untold Imprint
Wonder Altar printed towel in poppy red by Untold Imprint

I grew up with Cicely Mary Barker's beloved flower fairy books on my shelf. I loved looking at all the details in her paintings and would imagine living right there beside those sweet forest folk. When I set out to paint an altar dedicated to the world of imagination, her work was what came to mind first. My 'Wonder' towel was inspired by her Poppy Fairy – partly because poppies are my favorite flower, and partly because I so wanted to do a print in a cheerful poppy red color for Spring. My fairy's wings are hidden in my painting – a nod to Kira in The Dark Crystal, who didn't reveal her gorgeous gossamer wings until exactly the right moment. 

Wonder is available now in my shop as cotton towels in both dusty mauve pink & poppy red

Sleeveless tees are coming soon ...

the comfort of old friends

moss covered walls of Central Park near The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

moss covered walls of Central Park near The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

exterior of The Metropolitan Museum of Art on a gray day.

exterior of The Metropolitan Museum of Art on a gray day.

The Little Fourteen-Year Old Dancer  with  The Dance Class  and  Dancers Practicing at the Barre , all by Edgar Degas.

The Little Fourteen-Year Old Dancer with The Dance Class and Dancers Practicing at the Barre, all by Edgar Degas.

detail of  Mada Primavesi  by Gustav Klimt.

detail of Mada Primavesi by Gustav Klimt.

High C (Forte Chanteuse)  by Georges Seurat

High C (Forte Chanteuse) by Georges Seurat

The Album  by Edouard Vuillard

The Album by Edouard Vuillard

Saint Mary Magdalene  or  Holy Woman  | French 1500-1525

Saint Mary Magdalene or Holy Woman | French 1500-1525

detail of  Nasturtiums with the Painting "Dance"  by Henri Matisse.

detail of Nasturtiums with the Painting "Dance" by Henri Matisse.

The Tomb of the Horatii and Curiatii  by Hercules Segers

The Tomb of the Horatii and Curiatii by Hercules Segers

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

On a recent trip into New York to visit my niece, sister, and my dear friend from college, I took a few hours and spent them wandering around The Metropolitan Museum of Art. As a textile design student in NYC in the 1990s, I would go to the Met on a semi-regular basis with the help of student passes and their amazing 'pay what you wish' entrance fee. Some days I went just to see my favorite painting, which was The Album by Edouard Vuillard. I would sit in front of it for a while and then head home. What a luxury – to be able to have the time and easy distance, to visit this museum whenever my heart desired. Memories of those pre-internet days, when a glimpse of a favorite painting were not a keystroke away, are so dear to me. I loved that in order to research a textile or sculpture, I had to go in person to see it, and then spend hours in the library hand writing notes, which I would type into a finished paper on my little portable word processor. There was a great sense of adventure and satisfaction in the long process. I noticed on this recent visit, that while I still love The Album by Vuillard, it's not so much the painting that I love now, but the vivid memories of how it made me feel on my frequent visits. It's comforting seeing it and being in a place where I spent so much un-rushed time. It's like sitting with an old friend or visiting the home of a beloved relative where you spent content days as a child. Each time I visit The Met as an adult, I find new favorites and am struck by the peacefulness of a place that is always so crowded with people. If you're lucky enough to enter an empty gallery, as I did when I happened upon The Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer, the stillness and wonderment of being alone in the company of such awe-inspiring art, is a gift that feels bestowed directly from the artists themselves. 

they did not know we were seeds

My mom, two sisters, cousin and I were five in a crowd of over 500,000 women, men, and children at the Women's March on Washington. It was an emotional and historic day. Prior to the 2016 campaign of Hillary Clinton, I'd never been that involved in politics. I'd never attended a rally or protest. Never called my senator. I didn't even really watch the news all that much. All that has changed – I’ve found my voice that I’m proud to use it. The recent election and the current administration is not really about politics anymore, it is deeply personal. This is about who we are at our core. And thanks to the thousands of people who marched on January 21st – we showed the world who we are.  We are resilient, we are fighters of injustice and hate and racism, we are accountability keepers for those in government, we are allies to those who need support, and powerful opposition to those who try and silence us. We are seeds.

The day of the march was long and when it came time to head back to our hotel, even though our feet were sore, we weren't quite ready to close our eyes. The natural high was too great a feeling to part with. We stopped in a bar to have a drink and talk about this movement we were now a part of. My sister was on her phone showing us photos and reading social media posts that people from all over the world had shared that day. She came across a tweet that quoted a Mexican proverb, "They tried to bury us; they did not know we were seeds." There was a collective exhalation as she read it. It summed up what we had experienced so perfectly.

I think about it each time I see people rise up and push back against attempted oppression. When I turn on the news and there's a little girl on her dad's shoulders at the international arrivals terminal holding a sign that reads 'You Are Welcome Here'. When I hear about the leaders of a Jewish congregation in a small town in Texas who gave the keys to their synagogue to the community of Muslims who lost their mosque in a fire. When I read that 40% of Democratic women plan to get more involved in political causes in 2017. When I see post after post on social media about the daily resistance actions of friends, and strangers alike. Each time I click the 'Follow' button on a rogue national wildlife account, or drop a postcard to my Senator in the mailbox (to either plead with or thank them) – I can actually feel the rising happening in real time. The collective resistance that we are engaging in each day in order to reclaim what's been taken from us, and hold the line for what we will not allow them to take. 

I'm proud of every single person who has spoken out in ways big and small. Every word counts. We will not be buried. We will persist and succeed because this democracy is everything to us. 

40% of the proceeds from the sale of my 'We Are Seeds' print will be donated to the Global Fund For Women

The Global Fund for Women is one of the world’s leading foundations for gender equality, standing up for the human rights of women and girls. We campaign for zero violence, economic and political empowerment, and sexual and reproductive health and rights. Our Vision is that every woman and girl is strong, safe, powerful, and heard. No exceptions.


Copyright ©2019 Untold Imprint. All rights reserved.