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Walk So Lightly

7/30/2020

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"Walk So Lightly" - mixed media on gallery-wrapped canvas, 36" x 36" x 1.5".  Ready to hang.  Available here and at Artfinder.

So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly, my darling, on tiptoes and no luggage, not even a sponge bag, completely unencumbered.  -Aldous Huxley

I came across this article on Medium about letting go.  You know how it is - you read something that just resonates to the bone. After reading it,  I could feel myself exhale, relax, loosen, unwind.  I didn't know I was holding on so tightly.

Lightly, my darling, on tiptoes says Huxley.  Which seems counterintuitive during tumultuous times.  Completely unencumbered he advises.  I contemplate this less than 24 hours after a man died in my own neighborhood, killed by multiple gunshots while walking in broad daylight.  The same stretch of sidewalk I walk each day with my tiny, ridiculous dog.
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There it is - that quicksand Huxley describes.  Fear.  Despair.  And so instead I breathe through it,  cast away the fear and go forward. Optimism is a superpower.  And it weighs nearly nothing.

About the art:  this is the final piece from the Expressive Seascapes workshop with Pauline Agnew.  The goal in creating this painting was to abstract a big wave!  There are the requisite 80 million layers in this one.  Mostly one glaze over another, leaving both sharp, geometric spaces and hard edges along with soft, murky sections.  Primary tools were a large dry brush, spray water bottle and rubber wedge shaper.

It is SO exciting to be participating in my first ever online art auction with the incredible Artistic Souls Gallery!  August 2 - 3 only.  Stop by on Facebook to see all the amazing art, and to snag yourself one of these lovelies. 
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Thought-Full
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Avifaunal Emissary
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Optimism is a Superpower (Monday Magic event - August 3 only)
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Incoming Moon-Tide
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Dream a Little Dream (Reserve piece)
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Whenever and Howsoever

7/27/2020

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"Whenever and Howsoever" - acrylic on cradled wood panel, 18" x 24" x 1".  Ready to hang (back has been pre-wired for hanging).  Available here and at Artfinder.

It is six a.m. and I am working.  I am absentminded, reckless, heedless of social obligations, etc.  It is as it must be.

I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.

My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive.  

- MARY OLIVER, Upstream


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Whenever and Howsoever
I've been pondering the muse.  That outrageous, ill-tempered, demanding and elusive being I love so much.  On the surface, it seems to be a dysfunctional relationship.  She appears to hold all the power and to have very precise requirements for her to remain with me.  She seems to be unpredictable and moody, unreliable and fickle.  And yet... what she requires are the very things my spirit thrives on - adequate rest, a slower pace, showing up every day to practice and create.  She wants regular infusions of adventure and new experiences, deep connections and exquisite, luxurious laziness.  She wants to surround me with good people and excellent food and the feeling of rain on my upturned face. 

And so, as I return to the studio after a brief (but much needed) time of family, connection and adventure, I see the muse nodding at me with bright eyes.  She hands me the brush and says "let's begin."

About the art:  created in the style of  Scottish painter Barbara Rae's  abstracted waterways, this piece strives to push an aerial view to abstraction.  Beginning with a heavily gesso'd panel with a focus on texture, adding light washes of neutrals over color.  Spray bottle, rubber wedge, chopstick and paper towels used to create more texture.   Resisting the temptation to clean edges - allowing one to run over the next until an organic feel is achieved.
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A Sneak Peek Trifecta

7/16/2020

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I've got nothing to show you today.

Well, that's not exactly true.  What I do have are three pieces ongoing which are very nearly finished.  

The Expressive Seascapes course with Pauline Agnew  is drawing to a close.  Truly, I believe I could take the course every year and glean something new from it.  It is that good.  To the right, a corner of a large abstracted seascape in moody cools.  I keep sneaking into the studio to smile at it.  Do you sneak up on your art, dear reader?
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It was my goal to get to the coast during this course.  To sketch the motion of the waves.  To breathe the salt air.  Instead, I have been following the story of The Flying Tortuga Brothers, two artists who were just awarded the annual residency in The Dry Tortugas.  after a brilliant, year-long campaign to take home the residency prize.   Astounding!

To the left, a corner of an abstracted aerial waterway view in the style of  Barbara Rae.  She does masterful things with acrylic paint and abstracts in a way that makes my heart skip a beat.
As summer expands, we enter the glorious season of Cancer and Leo and fiery birthday people (like myself - you guessed that, right?) and there are weirdly wonderful celebrations planned to mark the occasions without crossing the moose-antler/two adult cats/manatee distance divide common in gatherings right now.  And some of those people will receive gifts of, well, art.  To the right, a little glimpse.  Shhhhhh!  It's a secret.

Blogger, painter and shenanigater  will be off next week to enjoy some family malarkey, which may or may not include spaghetti on top of pizza.  Ttfn.

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Uncertainty is the Essential, Inevitable and All-Pervasive Companion

7/13/2020

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"Uncertainty is the Essential, Inevitable and All-Pervasive Companion" - acrylic on gallery-wrapped canvas, 36" x 36" x 1.5".  Ready to hang (back has been pre-wired for hanging).  Available here and at Artfinder.

​Control, apparently, is not the answer.  People who need certainty in their lives are less likely to make art that is risky, subversive, complicated, iffy, suggestive or spontaneous.  ART & FEAR

Wait.  What?  Control isn't the answer?  Just kidding - we already knew that, right?  I mean, we WISH we could control things into magnificence, but we know that approach is futile. And yet.

I still kid myself sometimes when I start a painting.  "I'm going to paint THIS," I say to myself.  And I sketch my idea, post an inspiration photo or whatever and set off to make it happen.  Sometimes it does (kind of) but mostly the muse just runs amok with the paints and tickles me for thinking it was ever within my control.  Which is what happened with this big piece, nearly a month in the making and containing at least three different paintings that the Universe determined were not gonna happen.
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Uncertainty is the Essential, Inevitable and All-Pervasive Companion
Simply put, making art is chancy - it doesn't mix well with predictability.  ART & FEAR

​But this repeated experience of being tickled into submission by the muse has been, frankly, transformative.  I really don't mind going with the flow  anymore - in art or in life.  I  mean, I'd rather things went down one particular path or another of course, but I have learned to stop and expand my thoughts to include good things that just might happen even if I trip and fall down a perilous path and land with bloodied knees.

​Uncertainty is the essential, inevitable and all-pervasive companion to your desire to make art.  And tolerance for uncertainty is the pre-requisite to succeeding.  ART & FEAR

Based on my level of tolerance, I have now clearly found my inevitable and essential companion.  He isn't exactly what I expected, and with a name like "Uncertainty", no wonder he was still single.  :)
A glimpse into the twisted path of the painting:
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All the Danger We CaME From

7/9/2020

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"All the Danger We Came From" - oil on plywood, 16" x 20".  Available here and at Artfinder.

When you get older, plainer, saner
When you remember all the danger we came from
Burning like embers, falling, tender
Long before the days of no surrender
Years ago and well you know

 - LP, "Lost on You"

​There is something internally expansive about learning to see in two dimensions (seascapes, this month) while simultaneously learning to see within your own experience of living.  

This painting, for example.  Are we looking ahead toward the horizon and whatever is just beyond the cliffs?  Or are we looking behind us and seeing the fiery sky fall away in the distance?
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All the Danger We Came From

​There is a lot of looking ahead in the world right now - trying to figure out what's next, how to navigate the future and what the trajectory of all the things happening might be.  I'm trying not to spend time there.  Instead, I reflect on what is behind and then mine it for the wisdom I need right now.  But I won't spend too much time there, either.  The present is filled with wonder.

Like this singer/songwriter a friend just introduce me to.  Holy mackerel.  A little audio  treasure along the path to seeing.

​About the painting:  oil on gesso'd plywood.  Beginning with thin layers spread with rubber brayer and a soft cloth, then adding texture with palette knife and chopstick.  A little dry brushing to soften sky and water.
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The Stories I Tell Myself

7/6/2020

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"The Stories I Tell Myself" - mixed media on wood panel (plywood, uncradled) 12" x x10"  Available here and at Artfinder.

​I couldn't resist sneaking a figure into the seascapes month.  But you knew this would happen, right?

The stories we tell ourselves are not only about the people we love and the relationships we have with them. We also tell ourselves stories that form a narrative of our lives — and the narrative is everything. - RENATA GOMEZ

An article on Medium reminded me this week of Brené Brown's story of, well, the stories we tell ourselves.  

We have some powerful narratives going on in our noggins.  Stories about the person sitting across from us.  Stories about that thing in the past when the bottom dropped out of life for a time.  Stories about people we see but don't know.  Stories about people we do know but into whose heads we cannot see (ie: everyone).  But I think the stories we tell ourselves about ourselves are perhaps the most powerful of all.  And they aren't always pleasant.

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I mean, really, how many of you have a narrator somewhere in there who whispers little untruths?  Like "you are not worthy of (insert your word here)" or, for artists "you are an imposter."  Some days I have to stop and ask myself "hey, who is telling this story, anyway?"  And then I decide  I want a new narrator.  Which I can have.  I wonder if Morgan Freeman is available?

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About the painting:  beginning with a thick layer of toned gesso over an old painting on plywood, I roughed in the form with paint pens and and a light coat of white gesso to identify the light spots.  Added colors in the standard 80 million layers (carefully selected at random, based entirely on my mood!) and then slowly reined in the color mayhem to create shadows and light.  The entire underpainting is acrylic, watercolor mixed with gesso and a bit of Art Graf.  A final layer of oil paint to add vibrancy in a few key spots.

Tools used include brush, rubber wedge, squeegee, paper towel, chopstick and hands.
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Shales Slides and Interrupted Raw PLaces - a Double Scoop!

7/2/2020

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"Shale Slides - oil on plywood, 16" x 20".  Available here.

In the long journey out of the self,
There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places
Where the shale slides dangerously
And the back wheels hang almost over the edge
 - Theodore Roethke,  from "Journey Into the Interior"


​It was a week of limited color abstracted seascapes in oils...learning to soften edges, resist over defining, create movement in paint.  Which oddly parallels my life at the moment.  Edges softening.  Allowing situations and concepts to be more free-flowing and less defined.  Creating movement during times where movement is somewhat restricted.  That Universe....it just loves connecting the dots between art and life.
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Interrupted Raw Places
​"Interrupted Raw Places -oil on panel, 7" x 7".  Available here.

The thing about resisting definition (in art and in life) is that you have to be comfortable not knowing exactly where the edges are.  Which, as Roethke so aptly pointed out, may leave your back wheels hanging almost over the edge.  I suppose this is the same as living at the edge of your eyeballs, which we've touched on before, dear reader.  The place we strive to be in order to know we are really, really living.  

About the art:  In the first piece, the substrate is plywood, which allows some very nice geological texture when the paint is scraped and pushed.  The second piece is on standard art panel - much smoother.  In both cases, palette knife, rubber wedge and paper towel were the only implements.  The oils were mixed with cold wax to allow a thicker build up of texture.
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