Saturday, June 26, 2010

. . . were truly amazed




I was headed for a meltdown the other evening. My attitude was bordering on self-pity. . . I felt a hint of a tear in the corner of my eye. Hysteria was looming. As a remedy, my daughter suggested that I join a gym, or, at the very least, become a member of a book club. Oh, Stephanie, you know me better than that; me at a gym? It is to laugh. I am not a joiner, not since high school, when I signed up for everything to get out of class as often as possible. I am simply a hermit. So I paint. And here's the truly amazing part: absolutely everything that was bothering me disappeared with the fortuitous stroke of the brush; a line placed just perfectly, but accidentally, where it was meant to be; a combination of colors that meshed into something unexpected but luscious; an experiment that produced something beyond my expectations. All was right with the world again. How could anything be wrong when I was so delighted with my art? The pictures here were not part of that painting session, but rather are just things I had already scanned. Again, just experimentation for the sake of play.





This week I decided to try to impose some rules on my play. That sounds like an oxymoron, doesn't it? Anyway, I cut up some foamcore into 5" x 6" pieces; I also used some abandoned office envelopes and some of my stash of heavier papers from an artist's estate sale. I decided I would limit myself to using only black, white, and two other colors. I intended to use unexpected color combinations, or at least colors I normally don't use. That's really not working out that well. I find I gravitate back to my comfort zone colors very quickly. I applied extra heavy gesso to all the pieces and after they dried, started to mess around. I wanted to work quickly, intuitively. Here's a tip: if you are experimenting, and if you want to save your "good" artist grade paints for your "good" artist-grade paintings, go to Home Depot and get the little pots of Behr sample paint. They are cheaper than the art-grade stuff, and (here's an inspired idea) the lids have tiny little brushes attached. Way cool.





Don't really have a lot of time to surf the net any more, but I did come across an artist I like a lot that I haven't noticed before. His blog is here. And there is a program on our local NPR station featuring a local gentleman, who I plan to stalk and marry one day, just because he recommends exactly the kind of music I like but have never heard before. I don't remember his name and I have no idea what he looks like; he could look like a troll for all I care. I just love his voice and his taste in music. In a recent program about new music by woman, he featured V V Brown and I love every single track on her album. Tell me what you think.


Off to start a hot, humid, stay-indoors art-filled weekend. Have fun.

5 comments:

layers said...

I think it is wonderful to be pleased with your painting outcomes-- we have enough ups and downs and the occasional doubts-- rules can be applied when you feel a need-- or not when you want to be free. I did go to that German painter and I like his work very much.

Zappha said...

Excellent work/play. It is amazing how the body feels after a conversation with a canvas and paint.

Uta said...

Yes I have had my gloomy moods of winter lately and I think I will take a leaf out of your book and have a play day in the studio. Thanks for inspiring me :)

Jazz said...

That top painting? Oh wow. I absolutely love it.

Arija said...

Have I been here before? Maybe just for a peep but my eyes did not see . . .

A.) I love your work.

B.) I have always wanted the freedom to be a hermit and do what ai want, when ai want it and paint, paint, paint . . .

C.) My husband of 52 years has developed dementia and the irrationalities drive me insane!!!! That is the reason I keep landing in hospitals wanting to die rather than being manipulated into having people around when I want the smell of paint not the sound of small talk.

E.) I am learning the art of self-preservation from my daughter and starting to be myself again and at least intermittently really living.
Escapism can keep one alive, I have read every word you have written down to this post and felt fellow feelings so so girl go! Get into those stilettos and let those boots do some walkin' , look down st the world and be strong!