Monday, May 25, 2015

Sea View

Girls on boats.  With a pet goose. That's what called me when the inspiration hotline rang, I picked up, and this is what you get. Nostalgia from growing up on the water, specifically on 2771 Sea View, my grandparents beloved home across from RVYC, and the simplicity of a small one sail boat. The boat I wished my Flying Junior was, the unpretty clunky learners permit of a boat, this is the improved fantasy version. When I started painting, I had no idea that the common thread in my pieces would be nostalgia, sentimental memories, snippets of sweet spots of real life today. I didn't have a vision or a purpose other than I loved to create, loved painting as a medium to express myself, but other than that this stream of creative consciousness is 100% divine inspiration. (Note: the divine inspiration plays hooky when I am not physically present. Big ol' no show. Just saying. Got to show up first.)  I would not have planned it this way. I did not wake up thinking, that's it, I'll make a career out of girls and geese and boats and cakes and fancy parlors. But instead, I just listened, present tense, I listen still, to the little voice that says what makes you happy? What feels good today? What needs to be plugged in to make you feel excited? And that's the beginning of every single painting, card, blog post…what feels good for no reason at all? And the louder the no reason at all is, the more I know I've hit a vein of gold. xo

Friday, May 22, 2015

Book Girl

Am I a book girl. Yes. Is this a self portrait? Not intentionally. But it is a result of using up a juicy palette when the well had run dry. The creative equivalent of all dressed up and nowhere to go! And who likes to waste paint? I flipped through some art books, found something way over my head that I couldn't possible replicate and didn't feel attached to…and winged it. Winging with a visual road map works for me. I have an affinity for portraits but don't do them very often because…great question. Why? Because I am too self conscious, they are too vulnerable, awkward, I feel exposed, I could go on but the original statement remains, when I feel flat or need to recharge the battery, one of the first things that comes to mind (truth alert: I don't always DO this, but I THINK it!!) is portrait painting. And this time I did it. I hesitated posting it because…more pause dots. More dots meaning, why don't I want to share it? Who are these women, these faces, bodies, personalities? I have hundreds of them in journals, canvases, half finished, doodles, acrylics, oil, collage, they pop up over and over and over. I rarely finish them, they are underneath many of paintings, the under paintings that don't see the light. I guess it doesn't matter who they are or what they represent, it is simply a reminder that I paint or write or create what juices me up that moment. Someone once said to me, when I asked "what should I write about, I don't know where to start,  there's too much! And the response was, whatever excites you or ignites you this very second. I'm cool with that answer. Book girl. Portraits. Women with stories and a quiet knowing. That excites and ignites me this very moment. xo