Tag: coffee

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!

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.

New work

“Bob” is complete and I have posted an image.  The image is not of high quality, but nonetheless representational of the piece.  I will contact a photographer friend soon to take some decent photos for better website results and archival material.

I have picked up where I left off on my encaustic work, as well as an abstracted, scenic triptych.  Studio time has become more accessible this week, as my garden is growing and nourishing itself, taking up less of my time.  Research time has also doubled and project ideas are scattered about my workspace.  Coffee is brewing nearly around the clock and my coffeemaker threatens to quit amidst the chaos – although Starbuck’s is close to home and has those wonderful cinnamon scones….  mmmm.

Me and Joe

The higher your energy level, the more efficient your body. The more efficient your body, the better you feel and the more you will use your talent to produce outstanding results. (Anthony Robbins)

One question….. where can I get some of this “energy” stuff?

I have been running on empty for some time, here – painting, working, cooking, cleaning, nurturing, loving, fixing, paying, etc….. All the while, I am wondering how I will make it to the next task when my coffee cup is always half empty?  I seem to thrive on deadlines and falter on days when I have less on my plate – time to pour that full cup of Joe… This is when I sit down to drink in my tasty companion and the comfort of my furniture.  I put my fuzzy slippers on the coffee table and my fuzzy dog on my lap and just…falter – me and Joe.  Unfortunately, he only gives me just enough to keep me awake and think about all I must do to feel like I haven’t wasted another day.  Therefore, I must make myself a “honey-do” list daily to keep it all together.  Saturday’s list usually ends up on Sunday.  Sunday’s less important items end up on Monday.  Monday is usually when I wake up and get motivated enough to almost feel not-so scattered, fulfilling most of the tasks at hand by the end of the day.  Tuesday is, well, just Tuesday.  I work Wednesday, so I wouldn’t want to overexert myself the day before.  I am thinking I need to trade Joe in for Tony – but then again, Joe doesn’t mind my fuzzy slippers….