Tag: canvas

Summer Breeze…

With coffee in hand, I am sitting outside waiting for rain. Just a sprinkle to cool down the scorching heat of summer. Still in my night clothes at 3 p.m. And trying to get motivated, I tolerate the heat outside on my back porch, private and green, flourishing plant life from these summer showers. Herb garden is plush and fruitful. Vegetables, not-so much. The summer was too extreme and each new leaf withered without bearing anything yummy. The one puny, green tomato that endured was maliciously snitched from me by a hungry fruit rat. Under my watchful eyes, a mere 20 feet away, the slinky critter plucked it and ran into the night. I think I heard it laughing at me… My nurturing efforts were abolished in one clean sweep from this bandit. At least the caterpillars have abandoned the basil for now and caprese salad is abundant. We are now a gluten-free household and even though I miss my Saltiness, we are glad for the rain to nourish the herbs and flowers, making the temperature and the stagnant breeze a bit sweeter.

My studio has remained unoccupied for months and it looks as sad as I am for abandoning it. The unfinished work stares at me each day as I peek in to jog some inspiration and motivation. Thoughts are brewing and ideas are abound. Energy is at an all time low. The mundane household duties have over run my time, mixing in with somewhat mandatory social engagements and work that actually pays the bills.

This is the week, though, that breaks the cycle. Things are coming to fruition and time will be allotted to unleash the creative flow again. It seems I’ve painted everything except canvas these past few months, and even as I admire the newness of the media room, kitchen and front bathroom, it fails to fulfill any artistic need. The living room will come together soon, as scheduled, but will definitely come behind time in my lonely studio. A garage sale is in order here to alleviate the clutter bogging down our energy. I believe we have just too much furniture, for when we are in our creative mode we have the fewest guests to utilize it. My adoration of antique chairs must be squelched for my own good!

For tonight, work is scheduled for me and Nolen’s melodies will fill the house while I am gone. I will plan tomorrow’s clutter resolution for a productive weekend with my oils and brushes. Dinner is in the oven and I am 3 tall cups into a pot of coffee. Ready, set, go!

Summer Season of Change

Summer feels like it is here…hot, hot and more hot days.  Tomatoes are nestling in the Topsy Turvey, herbs are abundant, jasmine is in full bloom.  Last year’s sunflowers are poking up towards the sun and spatterings of clouds.  The sun is scorching and I am desperately trying not to get a farmers tan to go along with my outdoor nurturing of new blossoms.

My babies- the human ones are nearing preschool and it will be a sad but welcomed time, for my studio calls and I am perpetually drained of energy for all else but nursery rhymes and the beckons of sticky mouths.  Their cherub faces will belong to other teachers, caregivers and their real Mommy and Daddy.  I have found a way, though, to keep them close to heart and home for myself to cherish, as they are subjects for my newest series.  They will always be my babies – too.

On other pages of my tot-filled brain is the note that I neglected to post pictures of the last ukulele bag I completed last summer.  Uggh.  That chapter closed months ago with my blogging pages and intellectual thought.  I forgive myself in between silent recitation of “Goodnight Moon” verses and Barney tunes.   I will post today the wave bag I finished and relinquished last summer.  A timely post for the upcoming season of sun, beaches and abundant scorn from Mother Nature.

I have a day planned to the fullest with errands and sunblock before I can retire to my brushes and oils for some air conditioning and reconditioning of my Barney brain.

Big Wave

New Work

I am back in cyber-circulation, folks.  It has been many, many months and my thoughts have been a whirlwind of chaos over my head.  Last year went out and the new year came in quietly, shuffling in wearing fuzzy slippers.  Now, though, the overdue inspiration is flooding into my quiet space and creativity is abound!  My senses are alert and every waking hour I am dreaming of putting brush to canvas,  unnamed colors mixed on my palette, the smells of oils and turpentine.

I have little time actually in the studio, for life calls for my attention – loudly.  I have begun, though, to ignore the beckoning somewhat, to deal with the allure of my dreams.  My studio is lively again, smelling of those rich studio smells mixed with coffee – and fabric softener  (by day, it poses as a laundry room for my domestic alter ego).   I have started a new series of figurative work while working on some nature pieces I started a while back.   I have abandoned the encaustic projects I was working on last summer, as my studio lacks good enough ventilation and lighting over the work table.   I have traded ventilation for space – this may be the reason for the creative flood going on here…

I have been working more with glazes for this series and am having a lot of fun allowing myself more room for color experimentation.  The drying time in-between glazes allows me to go back and forth between paintings, creating continuity in movement, color and style.   I am looking for a softer finish and richer depth of color in this series as compared to the bolder  impasto style in my last few paintings.  The figures I am using will benefit more from a softer stroke and color palette, focusing on the expressions of the figures and what they are conveying to the viewer.  I will post images soon.

Sisyphus in the Studio…

Sometimes something completely unexpected and out of your control occurs that makes you realize how quickly life can get really out of control.  You then realize how very unimportant some things are which were so huge before, and just how big the little things really are.   I have been way-layed a bit, and feeling a bit like Sisyphus.  In other words, life has been kicking my ass.   Not to worry… I have re-focused; re-wound my biological clock.  No – I am not talking about having babies, here – just re-prioritizing a few things, manufacturing an importance of order and simplicity over perpetual investment.   Sounds way cooler, to me.

I am still working on “Bob” – my latest painting.  I have not put brush to canvas in weeks, now and I miss it.  I still have a pool of dried paint and medium on my palette, left from my last studio encounter.  Scraping it down will be rewarding – an act of metaphorical existence; a fresh start to this project started before my lapse in studio time; a new execution of an old commitment.   I will render this painting done by the month of May, if I am persistent in my work.  Wish me luck, friends.  I really look forward this piece – I feel I have captured something rare in this one and I will be excited to see the final phase in sight.