Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
It looks like we spent the last 3 years drinking and wearing funny hats. I bet you are thinking we could have done that back in the States.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
We rented a car and drove from Edinburgh to the Highlands. Brian did all the driving with John navigating in the passenger seat, which was really our driving seat. I made a sign for the back window that said, "Caution American Driver". He did a great job, considering he only took out a few sheep and one old lady standing too close to the side of the road. It was her fault.
Mike Meyers was right when he said that all Scottish food was based on a dare.
We all tried haggis and believe it or not, it was pretty tasty. I will be like the waitress that served us and not tell you what it is until you actually try it. I believe they enjoy pulling this on unknowing tourists.
We also went to a distillery and learned all about Scotch; not the sticky tape, but the liquor.
I hope you enjoy this little slide show!
Tomorrow will be my last post, because the movers are coming on Wednesday and they will be taking my computer. I am already starting to go through withdrawl.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Trodden and worn
Stepping once again.
below my feet
remind me where I've been.
Stairs still stare.
for I have you
We are off to Edinburgh, Scotland.
One last step
before we leave Germany.
Check back Monday the 26th for photos of John in a kilt..........
We are going with our friends, Naomi and Brian.
We might try to stay out of trouble, but I can't make any promises.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
3ft x 4ft
acrylic on masonite
I painted this right before I met John in 2003.
I was looking for someone to share my nest.
This painting hangs above a couch...............
I must warn you the content in the following post may be offensive.
In no means do I mean it to be so, but I cannot contain myself.
I may be cutting off my nose to spite my face, but let me return to the USA without that feature and a loss of sense.
I have come to the conclusion that the term , "Art for the Masses" must be changed to "Art for the Artistically Impaired". This new term is more justified.
The 3 years I have been in Germany I have been working in an entirely different vein. My choice in subject matter has allowed me to develop my technique in painting more realistically. I have been quite fortunate to have this time to explore this and document all the wonderful places we have been.
On the other hand, I have struggled with the fact that my work is lacking in concept. I am aware that it is more decorative than my abstract work and possibly more popular.
I once read an artist’s biography that stated she didn’t create art for artists. I remember being impressed by her conviction. Now I am not so sure.
Maybe artists are the only people that truly understand art.
What exactly is art for the masses and just who are the masses?
The woman with the red kitchen, the woman with the negative space above her couch,
or the woman perplexed because her living room is missing something, but has no idea just what?
She shops for art at Hobby Lobby, Marshalls, or God forbid, those posters stores in the mall. When asked to name her favorite artist she can't help but express her love for Thomas Kinkade.
She carries her paint and fabric swatches in that oversized Gucci bag waiting for that right painting. That piece that will really pull the room together.
You know the type.
In the future I think it might be easier if I include an instructional booklet with each of my paintings.
Perhaps something similiar to those little plastic tabs in the soil of a new potted plant.
They would read," This piece of art thrives best in a well lit room hanging just above your couch. Painted with neutral tones, it will compliment your lack of creative decor and possibly give you that sense of style you've been searching for."
I received an e-mail from my agents the other day asking me if I plan to be an active artist when I return to the States.
I have tried to peddle my work for the past 3 years myself to no avail.
I guess you really never appreciate someone until you walk a mile in their shoes-maybe more.
I am tired of walking in these shoes.
I am returning them because
they have rubbed horrible blisters on my poor feet.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Last night I dreamt of a soon to be far away place. A window opened in my soul soaked in salmon sun.
He painted here.............
A bounty of brushwork buildings
surrounded by a seaside swathed in blue.
I was seeing through his eyes
the many colors
speckled and framed by the shutters in my mind.
This photo was taken from an old convent, where we stayed in Nice, France.
You can see Matisse's Open Window here,
Monday, May 12, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
acrylic collage on paper
As our days in Germany decrease, everything is becoming more meaningful.
For it may be the last time.
I am flooded with so many questions.
Is this the last time I'll see tree shadows across the church down the hill?
Will the many cobblestones I've walked fallback in my mind?
the old man in the window that never waved.
Only a nod
I make plans to slumber with future dreams under a canopy of Black Forest trees.
Hills of yellow
Hills of green
forever fading toward
a slowly setting sun
even further far away
I ask myself
Is what I see a memory
or just what I see today?