I don't know what to paint. I'm not even sure if I want to paint. All the upheaval of moving seems to have blasted all my creative systems. I can hardly sit down to tackle anything.
So, I'm making a plan. I am going to make some copies of Schiele drawings to learn about hands. I am going to tear up a bunch of 8x8 watercolor papers and just play on them until something happens that I like. I am going to force myself to experiment and not worry about ANY outcome. I am searching for workshops of artists that I admire to maybe go to one of their workshops next year.
I had been wanting an altered denim vest. I found a 1980's circa denim jacket (complete with fringe down the arms and on the back) at our local thrift store. I tore off the fringe and hacked away at the sleeves and sides of the jacket until a made a shape I was rather happy with and added some little ethnic embroidery bits that I have been packing around for a decade or so. Thrifted skirt and boots, a new lightweight turtleneck and jewelry I have had for years rounded out the outfit. I think I look quite artsy-fartsy!
And a rather ancient collage thrown in for good measure so that you know I'm an artist as well as a person who has fun with clothes.
I have to admit, I am having some trouble settling in. Two major moves in one year seem to have upset my Libran scales. I may not be painting paintings but I am working on things like my sideboard top/Tchotchke holder thingy.
I bought this top a couple of years ago at a yard sale and have been lugging it around. It's quite heavy and was missing the centre mirror and the second side panel. The wood was in pretty rough shape.
Now it adorns my dining room wall. The panels were replaced with masonite board covered in textured wallpaper until such time as I can afford to replace one/all of them with mirror. Thanks to HGTV for the inspiration. I really like accents of brightly painted furniture. I can hardly wait to decorate this for Day of the Dead.
On July 28th, my older daughter was hard at labor to produce her daughter. We were separated by many miles but as I stood with my feet in the water of Slocan Lake trying to send her strength and love, I felt the presence of her grand and great grand parents.
great grandmother "Mom Cox"
great grandmother Laura
grandparents Paul and Doris
who would have been thrilled with this first and only (so far) great grand child...
I looked at the water moving away in ripples from my feet and felt connected. Ripples moving out. Bless all the parents and the children and the children to come.
When people think about Canada, they generally don't think about how hot it can be in summer. I ordered this dress on the internet for those hot, sunny days. While it is lovely, colorful and cool, it really was quite "muu-muu-ish".
So I took in and shortened the sleeves, shortened the hem, added a belt and a hat and I am ready for the Farmer's Market.
I painted this image several years ago. It was inspired by a vintage photo. It reminds me of my Mother (I don't know why, but I gave her the red hair anyway). It has become one of my keepers and is going to be hung in the bath.
This is a painting from several years ago. I made it after attending a terrific workshop with Mike Svob. He had a great affect on my interest in bright colors. Mike is certainly not a beige kinda guy. I've grown so fond of this painting and the fact that it signaled a significant direction in my style that she has become part of my permanent collection. Pinkie is currently watching over me in the kitchen.
Lady Elizabeth Bruce, wife of Randolph Bruce was enthusiastically
welcomed to the community. In reading old newspaper articles, it appears that
Lady Elizabeth was an active and valued member of the local society, hosting
parties and the Red Cross Society of Canada meetings at her Wilmer home. Pynelogs was
built for her. Sadly, she passed away before she could live there.
The relaxed and open feeling of the photograph as she
enjoyed her garden in the lovely summer sunshine inspired this painting.
I had the good fortune to be involved with a creative installation at the Nikkei Centre yesterday.
Steve Nunoda created hundreds of scale models of the internment shacks that Japanese Canadians were moved to during WW2. He had an old box company create the templates out of tar paper, a durable, flexible material that the buildings were roofed with.
A scale model
based on one of the original shacks.
Many hands make light work. For me, this was the best part, touching and smelling the tar paper while Steve and some of the Japanese elders recalled stories about the internment.
We made 98 models.
The models were moved to the beautiful Kohan Reflection Garden.
We placed rocks inside each building so that they wouldn't be blown away.
Momoko Ito, our Nikkei internment museum director helps with placement.
Momoko and Steve do some fine tuning.
And voila, a ghost town commemorating the 220,000 Japanese Canadians that were displaced during WW2. There were several camps in the West Kootenay. Now hardly any trace is left.
I am an acrylic painter exploring color and texture. I like horses, Canadian wildlife, old trucks, bold women, kind men, tequila and cashews. Most paintings are for sale. Contact me for prices and shipping if you are interested in purchasing a painting. And thanks for viewing my blog!