Tag: focus

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.

Saturday studio

It is Friday night and I’m worn out from the week.  I have not been to the open drawing studio at the Morean Art Center in a couple weeks, unfortunately… but, I am definitely going tomorrow.  I miss the unbroken block of work time offered, even though I struggle with going to the classroom-like atmosphere.  I need this time tomorrow.  I need to focus.  I have been slacking in my own studio a bit, for my week is full of truly exhausting tasks and my Temperpedic bed is just so snuggley during this arcane  Florida winter.   And I’m still looking for a Quiller wheel to play with….

You’d think that my warm, snuggley, Temperpedic bed would allow me to focus and read some of the library books I brought home over a month ago.   It really is an evil entity, beckoning my sore bag of bones to sink down into it, eating  popcorn and watching dvds of Charmed and old, black and white movies.   I renewed my stock of books last Saturday (instead of going to the art center) and still haven’t cracked open but half of them.  I LOVE reading, but focus is hard to come by these days.  Must work on that.  Maybe its my house-wear – cozy, fuzzy slippers and flannel jammies –  that keeps me from seeing the light of day?  hmmmmm.