I’m starting on a new healing project. A friend and her daughter are starting a new project. The story goes like this:
My friend’s daughter was giving riding lessons to a young girl named Jessica. Unfortunately, she was killed in the Newtown, CT massacre. So, in her memory, we are raising funds to give riding lessons to underprivelidged children. So, “Cloud Over Greenwich” will have it’s title changed to “Jessica’s Home”. We will be offering full-sized prints. When this becomes available, I will post a link.
Here’s the first step in the large “Pocket Paradise”. I have the flag done, but realize, I don’t have the stripes a consistent width. I’m going to keep it that way….that’s the true impression the flag gives, and my work is interpretive, after all.
Had a rejection from a juried show, but was invited to resubmit according to what the curator’s vision for the show is. What can I do? My work is my work, I can’t make it something it’s not. So I opted not to resubmit. Thankfully, I have gotten a tough skin for rejection, and I’m very aware I have plenty of people who like my work as it is. I sent her a nice note despite this. Good not to burn bridges.
I’ve gotten the foreground of “Freedom Tower” pretty much done. I may go back and look at it with a fresh, but I think that’s it.
While I was doing this, it occurred to me that visual arts are a lot like music. You’ve got compositions, rhythms, and harmonies. I tried, here, to get a lively harmony and rhythm going.
As for healing art, maybe this piece is for me. I was not directly affected by 9/11, except for being a New Yorker. Some people lost loved ones and friends, some people’s health was horribly affected by the smoke at Ground Zero, but all of us in New York felt something. In the morning, I’d wake up thinking I had a nightmare, only to realize that the nightmare was true.
So, it’s very hopeful and healing to see the Freedom Tower rising on the horizon.
Here’s the stage where I am in doing the large version of “Freedom Tower”. As I usually find, when you translate something small into something much larger, you run into difficulties in detail and composition. Here I’m finding I need more trees to fill up the foreground.
I’ve started work on the large “Freedom Tower”, but so far, don’t really have enough to show a work in progress.
So here’s something I did a little earlier. It’s one of the Paradise series. It’s an interior, for I know some for some people, paradise is their own home. That is, especially if it is beautiful. I would have copied one of the photos of the Plaza Condos, but that would be a copyright issue.
I never really had a beautiful home. My childhood home was a fixer-upper my parents bought while their income was generous. Then my father lost his biggest client, and my parents’ financial situation tumbled. The fixer-upper never got fixed up, and with no money to repair the house as other things fell apart. It fell into terrible disrepair.
I probably should have been grateful just to have a roof over my head, but I was ashamed of the house. As I grew older, I saw other houses in equal disrepair, but in those days, I felt very alone. I was not allowed to invite friends over. I felt embarrassed whenever anyone came to the door.
As I became older, and had my own places, I care less. I still don’t live in a Plaza Suite. My house is cluttered with art supplies and electronics belonging to my partner, but it’s home. And I’m not embarrassed anymore.
I don’t have a title for this yet. It has kind of a children’s book feel to it, I think because I made it up almost entirely.