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The Muse is Back

Today I’ve been caught up in a whirlwind.  I woke up later than normal since I have the day off work.  If you can call 7am late.  I fed the puppies, made coffee and my breakfast, and began my day like normal, checking social media and getting my 3 Duolingo lessons in.  [I’m working on learning Dutch currently. A lot of my artist friends are Dutch.  I want to be Dutch in my next life.]

I shared a post on my FB artist page that Chris Zydel had posted about not feeling guilty for not making art.  After I stopped bawling [sseriously ugly cry bawling] went to my studio to do half-ass something with paint.   My puppy Vision was under my feet the whole time, so I slowed down instead of the frantic paint flinging I so often get into.  That slowing down made me really look and think about my process.

I’ve taken so many workshops. Painting Big with Connie at Dirty Footprint Studios, Visual Quest with Pixie Lighthorse, Bloom True with Flora Bowley.  I’d love to take (and a bit scared to) an in person class with Chris.  I have a feeling I’d do a lot of [good healing \crying there. Plus a lot of little 2-6 week sketchbook workshops.  Art on a smaller scale than the big canvases favored by Connie and Flora. But with all these workshops with various artists, I feel like I’ve never found my own style.   I was constantly stuck on the Image portion of Flora’s technique.  I’m not overly fond of painting faces or figures.

But oh, mixing colors. Seeing how they blend, and contact, and complement.  For me it’s the most incredible experience. I’ve loved painting backgrounds, mixing and smearing, blending and scrubbing.  Then I tried to add some images and boom – STUCK.  I hate this, this painting sucks, why am I bothering, I suck.

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I become mesmerized by the blending of these colors

I get the ‘ugly teenage phase’ of a painting, but it seemed I lived there.  I would become discouraged, seeing the finish products of friends and think if I just show up, that’s an important thing is seems no matter show shitty my art was, I’d get through it.

So today I showed up.  I don’t HAVE to paint images.  I can paint the cool or warm backgrounds, and leave it at that.  I can paint my feelings with colors and blending, not faces, or pods, or leaves, or feathers.   Looking around at other paintings I have, which I’m not fond of, I’m getting ideas of how to rework them, and I’m excited about painting for the first time in months, if not years!

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This ugly painting is getting a do-over

I want to finish one canvas today before I start reworking one with an idea I have.  I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.

Namaste.

 

 

 


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Art Journaling with Kindred Spirits

As an introvert, it’s hard for me to socialize.  It’s gets overwhelming and I have to retreat.

Yesterday I had two very different social situations.

The first was a quick geocaching get-together for celebrate Canada Day and earn the Where’s Signal Canada badge.  It was a fairly large turnout. Not what I could consider a crowd though.  I haven’t kept up with the geocaching community, but there were a few people I recognized.  They either didn’t recognize me, didn’t notice me, or didn’t bother me with.  I spoke to a couple of unfamilar people and it was all very friendly.  However, I felt like an outsider, watching this group of people with an common interest interact.

I do that a lot.  Just watch other people’s interactions.

The second get together was a time to art journal with a group of lades, two I know from previous art journaling and online groups, while the other two I had just met.  It was a much smaller group.  At first, again I felt a bit like an outsider, as the other 4 knew each other and had broken off into their own conversations, but soon we were all chatting, laughing, sharing stories and responding “OMG I feel that same way!”  The 2 1/2 hours we ‘hung out’ went by so quickly.    I think this is going to become a monthly thing, at least I hope it is!

I haven’t worked in an art journal in so long.  I’ve concentrated on painting and sketching (when I do get around to my little art nook) but there’s something free about journaling.  Much like a visual sketchbook, I don’t have to share  what I do.  I can have a public and private journal.   I can collage, sketch, paint, scribble, write words, glue found text.   It’s a way to dump everything out of my head, and I’ve been away from it far too long.

I have online art friends who I adore, but nothing takes the place of real people in your life.  I forgotten how special that feels.

Namaste.

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