Wednesday, October 10, 2012

pastels are fun and messy and dusty and incredibly smooth and forgiving and transparently lovely.  Different papers, different surfaces there re so many things to explore.  Playing with the light has been a wonderful experience, it truly is like painting with light, something I have always dreamed of doing

Thursday, September 20, 2012

I have been playing with this image for a couple weeks-at one point he is flying with his umbrella, another has him being blown about by the wind.  I never show his face but just the shadow of a man teetering on the brink of something-mortality...the loss of control....I don't think it is a depressing image, it feels to me more of a letting go of what one thinks one is supposed to do or have or be and leaning into the world and being free...leaving the old behind

Sunday, September 9, 2012

I am absolutely in love with these pastels .  I love how I can capture the light and shadows, the incredible palette of grays the darkness that defines the space.  The way I can move the color with my hands, almost like a dance.  It keeps just flowing and its a wonderful feeling

Thursday, September 6, 2012

I have always wanted to try pastels.  Always.  I love the way they look, what you can do with them, the way they make you feel.  But they are also expensive, and I have enough stuff in my studio-and then, and then, my dear friend gave me a huge lot of them-all the colors you could imagine.  I brought that big heavy bag up the stairs and took out each tray like it was a piece of gold and just feasted my eyes.  But today I took one in my hand, and it was love, it was a fairy tale, things flowed and blended and came together like magic.  

What a dream, and how grateful I am that J decided to clean out her studio and gift me with all sorts of treasures.  Can't wait to get to work tomorrow...

Sunday, August 26, 2012

It has been months.  A long sad and exciting few months.  Three major deaths in my life have knocked me down and yet given me so many gifts.  We moved to an 1855 farmhouse right next to the city, with a huge garage and a loft which has skylights and everything I could have dreamed of for a studio.  I am starting to get back into the painting and the working out and the eating right-the things that make me me.  At the risk of sounding sappy, I am finding myself, the true self and I AM SO HAPPY!!!! 

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

My new project for artmat-a vending machine for art. I am calling these Instant Ancestors. We all need a little history and some great old relatives-each one comes with its own unique history~~~

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Fooling around with water colors. i am pretty darn proud of this since all my paints are pretty much dried up and 15,000 years old-think of what I could do with new ones-but then, I wonder-would I be as creative..would it be too easy??? Would an abundabce of colors throw me off cause I didn't have to use 6 to get the one I wanted? Would I learn as much? Would it be as satisfying when I finish........I think I will use those paints until I cannot even find the last hard crumb inside the tube!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

Monday, January 23, 2012

Someone told me once"well, You are never going to be Rembrandt"

I never understood what was meant by that-that I should give up trying to paint people. That only Rembrandt is great. That that is the be all and end all of art so why are you even trying..

and this was from someone who was quite close to me

What do we do to ourselves and others- constantly comparing ourselves to others, it is such an odd thing that we embrace-that we are never good wnough-we need to lose weight, make more money on and on..

and back to my friends comment-

I should have said
so what
he already danced his dance-let me do mine

Sunday, January 15, 2012

It has been so long since I posted. the holidays make a mess of my schedule -not only that they always make me redefine what I want and who I am. for the first time I can remember one of my resolutions is to just enjoy being me-most of our wishes for the new year involve changing ourselves, dieting being kinder having more-which actually means that we are living from not liking ourselves and our actions and coming from a place of lack. this is so ingrained in my psyche and I am actually tired physically and mentally from it. What if we all got out of bed every morning and thought I am here now and that is so astonishing! What are the odds! What if we lived from a place that says I have more than enough just because I am-