I tend to work in bunches, on several paintings at one time…. A lot of people ask me where I get creative ideas. I don’t think you get them…I think it’s a muscle. You keep on and keep on and one day it’s like turning on a faucet…you get a few drips and then the next day it’s overflowing and etc. It seems to me that it’s about getting more and more in touch with yourself. That’s not just a cliché….the more you practice (copy, learn muscle memory, etc) the closer you can come to just letting “you” flow down a brush or pencil or pen onto the page. That’s my take on it for what it’s worth.
8×10 Mixed media on canvas board
8×10 mixed media on canvas board
12×12 Mixed media on canvas board
8×10 Mixed Media on Canvas Board
8×10 Mixed Media on Canvas Board
12×14 Mixed Media on Canvas Board
Already? It’s Fall already? Sometimes I feel like my life is a blender and it’s set on whirl 24/7. Everything just whirls by and I can’t catch hold except in moments of quiet art making. Or…that’s my justification lol, for taking the time out to create. I don’t need justification, I know that, but apparently my subconscious does not. So I find myself taking moments to ground, contemplating grounding things. Like Bear. He quietly goes to ground in the fall and dreams away the winter. He will miss the blues and greys and white of winter for the most part. So I gave him a few color palettes to dream with.
Yes I know it’s politically incorrect. I don’t even know where the saying came from because I, personally, would love to have red hair. However; when I was growing up, this statement was used for a certain feeling. A feeling like you weren’t as good as someone else, or you were left out of the good things when they came around. Raise your hand if you’ve had that feeling before? Hey people raise your hand because I know we’ve all had this feeling. So what to do if you have that feeling? In my case, you journal. With pretty colors.
But also, it’s about realizing that we are all creating our own reality. (I know that sucks right?) But we are. So none of us are redheaded step children. We are all just children in the cosmic classroom sense. Working and worrying our way on our path to knowing ourselves. True story. But not a popular one.
I was watching Caroline Myss on Oprah this weekend. She said something pretty amazing. She said that a lot of people are chasing a life that wasn’t meant to be theirs. Basically she said that we had a soul contract and that we got here and got distracted, by the “American Dream” or “American Idol”. Basically she was saying that when you’ve done all you know how to do and it still doesn’t work…that it wasn’t your path to begin with. That’s why you lost your way. I had to sit with that one for awhile. I understood exactly what she was talking about. But…lol…..if you know when you wake up in the morning that all you want to do is create art, then, you’re an artist. However; possibly that’s not the main thing. Maybe it’s a hobby. Or maybe it sort of leads into what you’re meant to be doing. Don’t know. Don’t care…la, la, la, la. Yes I did put my fingers in my ears and sing.
Then in a lucid, adult moment I did have to consider this truth. I find it very difficult to see a truth and then ignore it. Well, I can ignore it but I’m only pretending to ignore it. Everyone may think I am ignoring it, but I’m not really. I’m usually meditating on it. Or letting it marinate. One or the other. So then I was left with that idea and it was sort of depressing…I won’t lie. Artists spend truly amazing amounts of time practicing. It’s hard work whethor you know it or not. Focusing on details, finding materials, paying for materials, looking at trends, ignoring trends, trying different things to get out of the box, visually portraying your feelings, puttting it all out there to be judged, ignoring judgements and criticisms from family and well meaning friends, etc. etc. In the end, after many hours, many dollars, many lessons, you are left with voluminous amounts of artwork staring back at you from every corner of your home and studio. Some good, some bad, and some occasionally great.( As a matter of fact, my daughter asked me recently “if something happens to you, what should I do with all of it? I mean there’s too much for me to keep all of it”!)
Now what? Dang it! Because… just because you learn a truth doesn’t mean you act on it. Am I right? You know and I know that I’m probably not right. I hate it when that happens.
Literally…is there anything as downright dang good as a box of creamy hand rolled pastels?. I could just eat them up. And even though I now have to wear gloves and a mask to use them (I’m sort of allergic to them) they are still my first love. And even though they are still what I’m truly best at…everyone says so…..I don’t use them that often anymore. Can’t afford to frame them. Oh yeah, they have to be framed, no choice. I don’t frame my own art. I’m not great with power tools although my sister is. Power tools scare me. They have to be framed and matted. The double whammy. So, I don’t use them often but I dream about them. Dream you say? You think that’s odd? I do too, but it’s true. I always imagine any art that I create in pastels first. Then I pull out the paint and slap it on the canvas. Kind of sad now that I think about it because that means that the paint is second best. Don’t tell my acrylics ok?