August 2nd, 2017
I got a flyer in the mail last week from my nephew, encouraging his followers to "take that next step." A few days prior to receiving this, I had the fortunate opportunity to begin working with a life coach. Call it synchronicity or a God thing. Whatever. My focus has sharpened, my work more fruitful and my vision has expanded. Artwork I have admittedly procrastinated putting online has been finding its way to my site. Probably has a lot to do with having some accountability.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe is quoted as saying, 'Whatever you think you can do or believe you can do, begin it. Action has magic, grace and power in it.' I've had experience this week with that magic. Inspiration hit me for a new painting series. Here's a peek of it in progress.
I began, knowing I had only one canvas and no funds for more. I did one of those wish-prayers: Sure would be nice to have some more canvases... and continued painting. The very next day, I got a call from a friend cleaning a closet at work. She wondered if I'd have any use for some canvases that had been painted brown and had stuff glued all over them. I regularly re-purpose canvases so gratefully accepted her find. I was shocked when the Professor delivered 3 - 2ft x 3ft canvases, the exact size of the one I was working on! A little elbow grease and a couple of coats of gesso later and I had 3 fresh canvases to finish the series on... with no financial outlay. Yes!
Ryan, I have decided to 'take that next step,' trusting the magic, grace and power of action. Some of you have encouraged me over the years to put together video of techniques I use in my art. So video lessons are my 'next step.' I hope to have something available by the end of August. I would truly love to hear your feedback. How many of you would find this of interest? You can comment below or on social media. I'm delighted you are sharing my adventure. Take YOUR next step...
Because I love you guys. Bunches.
July 24th, 2017
I've found my tribe. Back in the early 1900's, a group of artists began to paint landscapes and portraits non-realistically in abstracted colors. The recent advent of the camera brought capturing realism into the hands of the non-artist. This new group of painters broke with the traditions of the past and did not try to imitate reality. And for the wild color and distortion in their work, they were call "Wild Beasts," or Fauvists. Click here to find examples of their glorious work. Fauvism
I've often said that if I wanted an image exactly replicated I would photograph it, and that seems to be the premise of the Fauvism movement. So, as a dedicated Creative Explorer, I've decided on exploring Fauvism in my current work.
This is what I've got so far...
May 19th, 2016
After much planning, procrastination and prayer on my part, I have asked a very talented woman to join my team and keep my online presence in order. Bekah Willis is a gifted writer who knows the ins and outs of cyberspace. She has fearlessly visited all my online sites and corralled them all into one place.
As a disorganized, Creative Explorer, I feel successful if I occasionally post images of studio progress. Never mind that my store (s) and gallery have not had a new posting in ages. My Etsy store listings expired months (years?) ago, never to be renewed. Keeping up with that kind of business is not something I enjoy. I simply prefer getting my hands into the paint.
Bekah is the solution to this problem. She will be able to keep my store and gallery online up to date. She will motivate me to communicate with you more regularly. She has already taken a mishmash of sites and streamlined their presentation. She is truly a gift. I did go in and tweak some things, but she has the final say. I am so grateful for her willingness to apply her gifts and talents to my work. Once she gets me shipshape, she will be looking for other creative souls to organize.
Bekah is currently located in Florida with her husband, expecting their first son, Peyton, in the fall.
February 20th, 2015
I agree with some of you: yesterday (or the day before) was horrible. Memorably so. And with those kind of days comes the temptation to lay down in the dirt and give up. To dredge up all the rotten days long past and stew in all the unfairness and unkindness and misery. The temptation is to make those kinds of days the whole story of our lives. I have faced that temptation countless times. And I will sadly confess to spending more time in the mud of despair than I'd like to admit.
I hate to be the one to say it, but bad days are guaranteed to come. Truly. And crying over them is appropriate. Really. So go ahead and grieve. Don't put a band-aid over things and pretend it's all better before it is. Let yourself experience the pain and loss and sadness. ...And then let it go.
Don't let that one unbelievably bad day (week...year) be the the whole story of your life. We get to choose which lines and chapters of our lives define us. And, precious one, you story is far from finished. You have so many more experiences ahead. I'm looking forward to hearing your new chapters, to seeing what new strengths and insights grow out of these challenges you're walking through right this minute. Really.
I certainly don't understand the whys of bad days. And I refuse to minimize how difficult some days can be. But as you're trudging through this particularly lousy day, please remember this is not your story's final chapter.
So keep me posted. Because I love you. Bunches.