It is always fun to play in the virtual world and see what my pieces would look like in someones home.
Hello, it's been awhile....
A few weeks ago I met someone I had never met (don't you love that ?) We ended up talking for hours. Sitting in the chair across from me someone was sharing their past stories...it was apparent early on that there was still deep emotion not yet healed. I was present. I listened. I had eye contact. After a couple hours listing to this life journey, I realized something...I have been doing the same thing... telling and re-telling my story from long ago... It's my story, right? It is what brought me to art. This happened so then this happened and then this. Why did I feel like I had to start way back...all the way back every time? I have re-told my journey so many times and it makes the wounds and questions open up once again...I tell it again, and again...it keeps the past well, present...it holds me back...it has been keeping me a little blurred. Yes, my story is all of me...all of it. I know this. But there is so much more...so so much more. All this has brought me to this place where I am at this moment. All of my life comes to the canvas when it is time, not sooner and not later...and it becomes a piece that is all of me coming out at that very moment.
We are unique and we all have a story...there is room for all of us.
Listening that day, I realized I do not have to go way back anymore...yes, it is part of the weave of my canvas but I can start where I am now. With tears in my eyes I felt a tremendous lift for the first time. I had to realize this on my own, when it was time. I am thankful that the person in the chair came into my world that day...I found my sunshine again....I AM ME
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I do not know what is trying to creep out of me. I have never sketched until a couple weeks ago at my daughters swim meet. I am going with it...it is part of the process...
As I look back through my sketchbook I notice that all of my sketches are of people...together and alone...
They are LOOKING FORWARD... at the cities, and mountains, and trees, and storefronts, and airports, and beaches...
They are looking Toward. This is how I have, mostly, lived these past eight years. Trust the process...
don't you dare give up !
Behind the scenes I have been working on some really large pieces. It has been magnificent ! The perspective of the finished piece is grand...I mean, I stepped back and said 'wow, nicely done'. I smiled really really big...thankful that everything in my life has led me to this...My ART.
Last week I worked on rearranging my art space to accommodate for these LARGER pieces. I love to decorate and change up my living spaces often. I need to be in the hub of our home. I do not schedule my time for painting. I listen to the call of a creative moment and I am drawn to my wooden canvas...and I start to paint...really special work has come from this freedom I am allowed.
I had a long conversation with my art mentor and dear friend Argene...I was restless and felt something new working in my head...this always seems to be how it goes before I start a new series. We chatted about lots of stuff...she is wise and I am grateful for her. My Dad made me a 36x60 wooden canvas a couple weeks ago. I set it up in my art space after talking with Argene and must have walked by it a 100 times...and then I started. I tried using a brush because the canvas was so ginormous compared to those I have used in the past. My paint bottles were tiny compared to all of the space on this wood. I had it up on my easel and it towered above me. I stood on my tippy toes...the paintbrush felt confining...I could not feel the paint move through my fingers. So, I put the canvas on the floor and squirted paint on my fingers and began....and let me tell you I felt one with this piece.
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