I see the most amazing things when I pay attention.
Went for a walk and the sun was bright. The path I take leads me into the forest and down to the stream. I've been this way many many times and yet this time the shadows displayed a marvelous deep abstraction and I was moved to stillness. Lucky for me I had my trusty phone to capture the moment and I smiled inward anticipating those shadows in a painting.
After that scene I just started spending less time in my thoughts and more time actually looking and appreciating my surroundings. Peaceful and lovely.
On my way out of the park I passed an adorable couple holding hands and I knew they needed to walk into my painting.
I'm living...I'm learning...I'm growing as an artist as I engage in new techniques and discovery. Discovery in my art and in myself. Recently I have experienced several bad paintings with a technique I kept trying over and over. Each creation had some qualities I appreciated. Those paintings that were not really that good (I don't like referring to them as failed attempts) led my vision and thinking to different areas and ideas....and there I went again....another attempt! You are by now thinking the ending to this story is that I finally created the most perfect beauty! Alas, this is not so. The final outcome was less than stellar... so I moved on.
On a recent walk... the Oregon sun was high in the sky creating these dynamic and interesting shadows! My goal in this art piece was to portray the posts as secondary players to the shadows on the steps and pot. I poured a triad of primary colors in multiple layers to achieve this. The process was creative, challenging, but fun and easy.
I remembered the difficulties with my recent last project. Had the multiple attempts en'couraged' me to proceed...with deliberate action and confidence?.....because I felt fearless and went to that place where magic happens in me and on my paper.
I believe no time in creation is wasted. It affects me in deep ways.
My messes one day obviously open me to my Flow on other days. I will neither challenge or inquire into how this plays out.
Making art is all play. Messy, emotional, beautiful and moody. There are many facets of who I am...my paintings express me, captured in moments of my life. Some are amazing, disappointing, disorganized, and subdued into acceptance. If I am honest with myself, I will follow that need of what to create. Fortunately, the call is always there.
Well, it has finally happened! Summer is here and I am enjoying the return of sunshine and warmth.
I have much to do in the studio getting ready for shows but I am called to get outdoors .....where there is a different and unique arena of living creatively. Observing, sketching, feeling, appreciating, photo hikes, and breathing in the sunshine. This is my time of Inspiration! A few months of easy going awareness and daydreaming. If I take advantage of this special season I'll be busy painting all winter!
Sketching is starting to take on more importance to me. In the past it was a pleasant passage of time, doing what I loved. I am approaching my sketchbook differently now as an opportunity to sit in awareness and observation...a time of study. I am moving into an interest of landscapes and find I want to know the differences in structure of specific trees and bushes. Perspective and values take on more clarity. I'm seeing what I have always seen but with different eyes. I like these eyes.
This study time paints my life with a meaningful wash...I am not just moving through life; I am engaging it... and becoming a part of what I see.
This is "the secret sauce" I will bring to my paintings!
Different than I usually paint, no?
Feeling the urge to stretch myself... so I attended a three day workshop at Menucha, in Oregon's Columbia Gorge...which is probably close to what heaven looks like!
There were 17 of us eager to learn new techniques and become inspired...which happened quickly and easily. Three days of painting, quiet focused times, laughter, and lots of appreciation for other's creativity.
By the end of the workshop the email list was passed around so we could continue to keep in touch.
Making Art is personal and solo. I love my quiet time in the studio. My creations are born in this environment. Yet I am social and crave relationships. Blending my creative time in association with other artists infuses me with a Goodness that lifts and inspires.
Yes, I had fun learning new information and practicing techniques that will find their way into my paintings, but the gold in this experience lies in the sharing and insight of my new art friend's stories. We all have similar creative stories and it helps me to clarify my own strengths and weaknesses through them. Interacting with people in this way makes me grow...and my equally important quiet time allows me to appreciate the value.
I feel a little more interesting today than I was four days ago. :)
I attended, and volunteered, at the Watercolor Society of Oregon convention hosting the Western Federation of Watercolor Societies this past weekend in Eugene. Twelve states of watercolor associations meeting in Oregon to celebrate, learn, and connect. The best of the best saw their painting hung at the Jordan Schnitzer museum and it was very beautiful and inspiring! Even though I did not jury into the show I felt included in this large group of artists who create.
I love, love, love my solo studio time where I am alone to explore but, oh.... these gatherings fill my need for socialization, laughter, and noodling new ideas and techniques.
Connecting with others....surrounded by Inspiration....and that forever eagerness to create......
I am a happy artist!
What a wild and WET Springtime so far...even for Oregon! The TV show, Portlandia, captures the sentiment of life in the Pacific Northwest perfectly...when the sun makes a brief appearance...everyone runs outside to stand in it, and I am no different.
But, it's good solid time in the studio and I am enjoying my productivity.
Of course painting is always the most fun...planning and creating. Yet I set aside a day weekly for the busyness of paperwork, working with inventory, and making contacts to grow my business.
In my early years as an artist, I really never gave much thought to the above...I simply painted. As I have grown, I now am emerging into the community of artists, critiques, exhibitions, competition, collectors, marketing, and sales. Some of these areas have challenged me greatly and others, like creating and maintaining my website and monthly Blog, delights me while documenting my progress and understanding of this new world. I am opening myself to experience it all and take little steps daily towards my goals.
This month I achieved my first large goal of opening the studio and gallery to family and friends. I had prepared for nearly a year with only my vision to guide me. I wished to show them WHO I AM now...a visual artist...a watercolor painter.
It wasn't necessary to reveal the art tasks of spreadsheets, supplies lists, volunteer times at shows, and the multitudes of marketing options...all to put myself out into the art world.
But it's who I am now, and what I do...mostly with a smile.
After 18 months of planning, clarifying my dreams and goals, and taking steps towards my career change... I have made my move. The past three months I have painted like a fiend...enjoying every moment too. I still awaken at 5am to take my coffee into the studio... but now I stay there. I'm finally a full time artist!
Without interruption, I have produced work I am very proud of. Artistically, I am growing and socially, my world has exploded...for the best! I am putting myself out into the art community and have been well received by many in the art associations and groups I now belong.
Looking back..the decision to pursue this passion has been an exercise in RISK for me. Never one to shun challenge, I do so with a modicum of control. I had been used to control through planning with unsurprising outcomes. My life is different now. I am learning that as much as I love and strive for my goals...there is an uncertainty to my outcomes. I am making friends with this. I feel vulnerable...and also limitless in my possibilities.
As I mentioned, I have been busy at work in the studio with my intention to show my work to all who know me on March 4th. I've created a body of work I will eagerly present. I believe I will be acknowledged for who I have become.
We all see our reflection from time to time, sometimes it catches us off guard or we pursue it.
What does a reflection really show us...who we were? who we are? or perhaps; who we want to be.
But reflections only mirror an image... the power actually occurs in how we interpret that reflection, and what we choose to do, or feel.
While painting this plant's reflection I realized it was more complex than I thought it would be. A simple reflected image...but the edges needed to blur and the subject was somewhat distorted. Recognizable but without clarity.
...Ahhh...similar to reflecting on myself and my life.
December 31, 2016.....
Worked like a fiend to finish this beauty by last call of 2016.
Determined not to take old work into the new year as I love fresh starts ...new goals...spiced with determination and action.
Looking back on 2016...I grewas an artist, accomplished my goals, and had loads of fun along the way. This new year will see me as a full time watercolor painter which feels like, like...Possibility.
A friend challeged me to post my art on Facebook for 7 days. I had just planned this painting and decided to post my progress to completion. Occurred during the Christmas celebration, with my kids home, so I woke early and snuck into the studio to quietly paint away...
Merry Christmas to me...doing what I love!
It's going to be a brilliant New Year!!!
Once upon a time....
I lived in the east Bay Area near San Francisco, next to a large and wild reservoir. I started the day lacing up my shoes and running the length of this nature's oasis...wetlands. The red-winged blackbirds sang to me daily and those sing-song notes remain in my psyche. Their's is a melancholy tune, yet I was filled with a joy and peace. I experienced the beauty and goodness of that time, quietly and alone.
My days are busy, as everyone's. My friends and I routinely talk about this and wear our chaos like a badge of honor. Does busyness equate to living fully? I tell myself that.
Yet in my studio, I release concerns and slip into the the depths of that great creative flow. Another place of joy and peace; where my visions take shape and become.
This is why I paint. The how takes care of itself.
....and she lived happily ever after.
Autumn....such a nice time of the year!
And it's been a busy start to the season with art show preparations, volunteering, workshops, and meeting new people in the arts! For me, creating my art is not just a solo practice in my studio. Not at all...it's the beginning, and reason to put myself out into that exciting stream of sharing my visual arts and discovering other people, and their passions! My work introduces me; and there were many introductions this past weekend with my involvement in two simultaneous shows. Successful shows. I met and talked to many talented and interesting painters. A rich experience!
And now it's over and I am surrounded by quiet in the very early hours of the morning I love. Soon I'll be going into the studio to start a new commission piece, but for right now I am enjoying my thoughts and appreciating the goodness of comfort and relaxation. Simple pleasures.
,, An interesting commission for this piece came my way earlier this month. I was asked to paint 'wheat with a blue sky'. The buyer knew my art and left the details up to me.
As I started sketching, I realized early on there was something missing for me...the story. Wheat and sky. Is there a relationship between the two? What is the significance of the wheat? I wanted more information to ignite the passion and meaning of this piece for me so I called and asked.
A gift for one who values the early seeds of good hard work... that grows and grows until ripe, at harvest! Yes! Now this is something I can contemplate as I paint...patience, discipline, and perseverance.. A beautiful recipe for life success. I added colors of Humility and Faith and am pleased to present "Seeds of Harvest".
This summer I'll remember for much happiness around me and the beauty of Nature... at the peak of it's cycle of growth and intensity.
Yes, I run through my days, sampling experiences and occasionally impacting those around me, and my world. I know this is true about myself and also am aware I do this unconsciously. I have moments, occurring more frequently now, when I slow down to warp speed...slow enough to appreciate Nature's song. Perhaps you've experienced these times in passing too! I follow an invisible breeze dancing through trees, upturning leaves and causing them to shimmer. Colors more intense and birdsong so familiar I wonder about it's meaning and to whom it communicates with. Hmmm, maybe me.
Life happens, whether I am aware of it happening or not. Plugging into and focusing on the stream of life happening right now is vibrant, expansive, and quietly (but profoundly) joyful.
I recommend it!
When contemplating comfort… the word gratitude quickly popped into my head…a symbiotic relationship, a compliment of each other, or a beautiful cause and effect. Yes, my mind wanders like that.
I love comfort and seek it out. Often. I can honestly say that I am the queen of comfort: luxurious bubble baths, soft- soft sheets, wrapped in a cozy blanket while reading in my favorite chair. I enjoy this comfort so much and am aware and grateful for this richness in my life
Comfort and it’s resultant gratitude, affects us all. I remember nights of taking warm hats, gloves, socks and blankets to those in need during the winter’s cold. The comfort those items gave were truly appreciated, perhaps even more, given their needs.
Just a simple observation. Comfort and gratitude …they are just good together.
While gardening, I happened upon this beautiful bluejay feather lying on the ground next to one of the evergreens in the front yard. The contrast of the blue feather and the orangish bark caught my attention. For no reason at all I put the feather in a crack of the bark's knot and inspiration was born.
This painting took a long time to finish. I consistently woke at 5am and took my coffee into the studio to paint... making slow and soulful progress. After many morning sessions, I am finished and delighted. During those quiet creative times I would contemplate the process and think about how much 'patience' this project required. Immersed in doing what I loved; 'patience' came easy to me. I decided on this name before completion and congratulated myself on how patiently I worked.
And here I am...ready to write and I'm having frustrating technical problems and unable to download the image of my painting! There have been many help desk calls and brainstorming as I am instructed to try more computer fixes! Aaaarrrrgggghhh! This inconvenience is tainting my day in muddy tones and nose-scrunching emotion. I am not patiently enjoying this process......which gives me pause.
Patience...What does it really mean to be 'Patient'? In real life; and with challenges?
Excavating my past successful experiences show me that being patient usually starts with 'Being'. Allowing... the dichotomy of life's experiences to flow unobstructed, and in appreciation. (It's easier to go with the flow when everything is pleasant, no?)
So I Breathe. I acknowledge my technical difficulties for what they are: my lack of, but emerging understanding, and desire to grow myself. I will. I know this. Breathing helps me slow down, step back, and look at myself as an eager, endearing, and comical child. Breathe. BE patient.
Hello and happy April!
I'm presenting to you a painting that had quite a flurry of acceptance. I had posted it on Facebook and described the painting process of using granulating pigments...the ones that leave a very cool 'residue' or scratchy appearance when it dries. This comes in handy when watercolor painting rough subjects...like those in this painting: pinecone, rocks, and dried leaf.
Pretty effective, actually.
But look....there is a broken and purely smooth robins egg. (Transparent color and very different looking from the rest of the painting). It's broken. Did it fall out of the nest? Did the robin take flight and it's been blown out? It's different; a focus ,with a story.
I also have a focus...with a story.
I work on my paintings and feel a deep connection that I will finish it to my heart's content. I trust this will happen. I do. And it does.
I have recently been completing my website and must tell you that I placed blind faith that I would figure it out...and I did. This actually just makes me a bit more gutsy.
I am initiating my blog with my painting "TRUST" for personal reasons...this has been a lesson in trusting myself to take the steps, especially when I didn't know what would/could happen. I bumped into that Procrastination...BUT I took action. My actions caused reactions and before I knew it... I completed a successful painting, have documented it on a website, and have written about my success and feelings on, my new blog!