Oregon, no doubt, is a beautiful state. I remember one day, arriving in Portland to visit my sister, only to be surprised at the sweet, perfumed air. I looked to see bounties of roses growing by the sidewalk.
Only, I don’t know how I’d do in all that rain! I asked my sister how she did it and she said (and I paraphrase), “It reminds me of the mists of Japanese paintings”. From that perspective, I’ve tried to look at rainy days.
You don’t have to go to the Pacific Northwest to get rain all the time, any more! We have had plenty here in the Northeast, and dampness abounds! We were teased by a couple partial days of sun…but back to it.
So, I’ve finally gotten it! What my sister said, the elegant and moody mists of a Japanese painting. Did my best to express it, here:
“Rainy Day Rhododendrons”
An aside, also makes me think of the Beatles’ song “Rain”. I interpret it as an idea that when life’s misfortunes come upon you, it’s more your attitude that matters.
Today, I embrace the rain.
Every so often I do something practical with my artwork. A friend of mine, who is an expert in natural health, is creating a line of skin care products, so I did some work on the label. Remember “Floral Overload”?
Well, I did something along that line for a product which contains marigold (or actually a scientific name for it that I can’t spell). So, here’s the drawing for that:
Which brings me to a dream I had, that sort of illustrates my feeling towards the artworld, now.
I was in an exhibit of cutting edge modern art, and I was painting pictures of lilacs all over the work. I was being filmed as I did this, and the footage of me doing this, was a piece of conceptual art. Go figure.
Yes, it’s been a while. Topsy Turvy winter into spring…kind of chaotic, don’t want to go there.
But still, I’ve had a revelation, I’m more a healer than an artist. So, I’m going to start my Reiki practice again.
But no, I’m not giving up art. It means so much to me, and to many other people. I am, however, going to try to get my ego out of it. That means, back to the intention of making joyful, healing art..without worrying whether it’s a deathless work of art.
So, I realized what I mean by paradises now. They’re gardens! Flowers and plants in a harmonious composition.
So, with that…remember this picture from last year?
I decided to do a complete drawing of the garden in the reflection. Haven’t gotten a name for it, but it doesn’t really matter. Maybe I’ll be an egoistic artist, name it Garden 1, to mystify people. Anyway:
All my bitchin’ and moanin” has come to an end. I’m finished with “Floral Overload”. Honestly, I haven’t sweated so much over a drawing in years, but I like the result. Months from now, it will be the result that means anything to me.
Now that I’ce done something really cheerful and lively, I’m looking back to this one I did. January 2. I like the tranquility, and tranquility and soft cool colors is a healing combination.
But I was also intrigued by the idea of a rock concert. I expected to do something really lively, now I’m not so sure. Can I pull off a tranquil rock concert? We shall see.
Honestly, I was going to go into another rant on how bored I am drawing flowers. Then I realized, you’re probably bored hearing me complain…so, peace. As I go along, though, I find my flowers are becoming more scribbly. It still works, though.
I usually don’t show my work this far along (rather give an overwhelming finale), but I’ve come to an interesting predicament I’d like to share.
At first, the compostition was easy, the colors just fell into place. But as I reach the finish, every potential move has tremendous consequences. I’m playing chess with flowers, folks!
Maybe I should make the left corner a pink flower and continue the line of pink. Or perhaps I should make it blue and balance THAT out. Or maybe I should just have a good night’s sleep, a cup of coffee in the morning. Yes, that’s it! That’s got to be it.
Yes, doing artwork is good therapy…..for me at least. It gave me a reason to live, when depression was clouding my perceptions as to the quality of my life. These days, I’ve been so busy, that it is literally a flower a day. So, rather than ruin the surprise of the finish of “Floral Overload” I will present a detail….one flower. This is a close-up of the iris.
Next pic? I’ve just recently been to a rock concert, and was impressed by the drama of the visuals. I remember a fantastic inner cover of a “Wings” album (back when the artwork on a record cover was a dramatic statement in itself.) It was a realistic, yet exaggerated painting of a rock concert. It stuck in my mind long since my record collection faded into CD’s….faded into Mp.3’s…faded into ipods, my smartphone (and who knows what’s next).
Also, a friend’s scizophrenic relative did sort of an art brut version of a rock concert. Very impressive, very dramatic.
So, after “Floral Overload” is finished, I shall enter the world of Hard Rock.
I’m happy with the way “Floral Overload” is coming along. Really, truly, I am. But, it is a LOT of work. I can get maybe one flower done a day. One factor is that my job leaves me fatigued, and I don’t have much time..so, Day Job hunting again. Oh, and I’m going to see the Moody Blues on Sunday. Just thought I’d throw that in.
So, I finished the sketch of “Floral Overload”, and here it is:
So, now I begin on the large version.
For that, I realized I would have to do the flowers in careful, realistic detail. For that, I’d need good flower pictures to study and draw. For any artist who may not be aware of it, there’s a copyright free picture library at the Wet Canvas artists’ website. So, I blithely went there, and plucked a picture of a pansey. After a momentous struggle with Windows 8, I was finally able to print it out.
So, Georgia O’Keefe? As I started to draw this pansey, I went into a meditative state, not quite in the samasara dimension. When I came to, I realized the pansey was starting to look like a vagina….not something I intended. Then, I thought of Georgia O’Keefe and her flower paintings, that were often compared to sexual parts. I think everyone is of the opinion that this was intentional…but was it?
Maybe it’s a natural phenomenon that female sexual parts look the same throughout earthly creation. Or maybe, I”m making too much out of it.
So, the question is…do I continue and accentuate this trend? It wouldn’t be the first time one of my paintings looked (unintentionally) like a vagina.
Fudge is a nice euphemism, isn’t it? Instead of harsh profanity, you get a remembrance of chocolate delight, maybe days in the kitchen as a child, helping with the stirring of candy, sun shining through the curtains….I went off on a tangent I guess.
Picasso (at least I think it was Picasso), said “Inspiration can strike, but it has to find you working” although that maybe a paraphrase. So, I’m working on my art, hoping for a great lightening stroke from my muse. Or whatever.
Thing is, working full time, I don’t get the chance to sit in my usual dreamy reveries from whence (yes, I said whence). I also don’t know how I ended up typing in italics or how to stop. Anyone here a Windows 8 expert?
So, just to be doing something, I’m working on an idea I’ve had since high school…yes, I had to go that far back to find something that excited me. So far, it’s in the sketch stage, and I’m calling it “Floral Overload”. So, here’s the start: