Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
collage on paper
I am showing you the beginning of this collage along with the finished piece. You can click on the image to see the many layers I added. The bottom half is crinkled tissue paper. The first time I have tried that technique. I really enjoyed painting on that surface. I might try a whole painting that way.
Still snowing here!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
acrylic on paper
This one has a long way to go. Please bear with me.
For the past 10 years I have been listening to NPR while I paint.
I used to listen to music, but for some reason people talking have taken it's place.
I usually only get bits and pieces, because a certain word may trigger a whirlwind of memories or ideas.
Today something must have triggered the memory of learning to swim and all of a sudden there I was in a navy blue one piece with white ruffles swimming to my Dad. I distinctly remember reaching for his beige swimming trunks and missing with every desperate stroke. His backing away and my swimming further; the cruel and continuous dance each father plays on his young child learning to swim. Swallowing more pool water than a poor girl could handle, I kept going. I had to.
I am sure this tactic taught me how to persevere. Teaching me that things that may be within my reach, can only be met by pushing harder.
I will never forget the surprise of looking back and seeing how far I actually swam.
The width of the pool seemed so long and so hard.
I thank you, Dad.
I guess it wasn't such a cruel trick after all.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
'It's over, it's finally over', I keep telling myself as I sit at my computer with heavy eyelids from lack of sleep, swollen feet from standing too long, and a slight headache from being "on" with a smile.
Are you curious about how it went? Was it a success?
Knowing that success can only be determined from one's pre- set goals, I feel I may have misjudged my audience here on the military base.
Does success equal lots of money? Perhaps, not all the time. The people that bought were most deserving of my work and I wouldn't have had it any other way. The stories I have with each purchase are priceless. Here are just a few. The young couple who bought the landscape of Monetepulciano are planning a trip there this December. How exciting that a beautiful memory of mine now hangs above their fireplace. Also serving as a calendar counting the days to their own vacation, which will one day remind them of their own beautiful memories. Art can be powerful for those that can appreciate it.
The cute little girl who's mommy said she could pick out a painting for her room. Such discerning taste for an 11 year old, she spent quite a bit of time looking through all my work. Her mind was made up with a sunflower painting. When mommy came to pay she told her that the posters of Johnny Depp would have to come down because now she has a piece of real art. Sorry Johnny.
Katherine and I spent most the time laughing, but that really is nothing new. I composed a little lyric which will help illustrate my audience, a bit of a coping mechanism, you might say.........
There was a young woman who had a red kitchen
Finding no art to match
She couldn't stop bitchin
Trying to "Keep with the Jones' "
She couldn't compete
Alone in her kitchen suffering defeat
and I with my memories
Yet no sales receipt
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Deruta Pitcher II
acrylic on canvas
This is the other painting I am donating to the raffle. I had planned this to be the last one , but I still have a few empty canvases haunting my studio and my mind. Tomorrow the show will be exactly one week away. I still need to get prices on everything. I have been putting that off to the last, because that will finalize this journey. In a way, I don't want it all to end. I have been working for this goal-the bazaar- for over a year. It scares me, because I don't have a reason to paint after this, not here in Germany. I wish I could just paint for enjoyment and for myself.
I guess my next painting venture will present itself, once we get settled in Ohio.