Balance ... Breathe

Balance is a word  that is guiding my days. In the studio, kitchen, yard, sharing on social media or watching the news. As a noun,verb or phrase this simple word holds so much meaning today and it
 describes the foundational building block of getting from one day to the next.
Breathe...the path I choose to get me there.
As  artists, we feel that  we have an outlet, a place to go creatively to explore life as it was, now is and imagine what will be. We are capable of creating peace as well as chaos, finding beauty and growth in the ugliness of destruction. Both hold a fascination and in the years to come will be documented in word, splashed in paint and sung with passion. We are essential to humanity, to bear witness.There is no right or wrong of how we go forward and the timing is yours.
Today I picked up the brush that I put down two weeks ago and I listened to music freely shared. I'm reading a book for understanding and FaceTime my grandchildren to ease my heart...BREATHE

  I am …

When What Was ...Isn't

You've cleaned your studio, inventoried your supplies and turned those failed paintings back around. With all the best intentions you set up a schedule ...your heart just isn't in it. The time you used to have for yourself to paint is filled with other family members, invading your space and interrupting any semblance of concentration and of course there is just plain fear and anxiety right now.You may be the person that has to hold it all together for others that surround you.
KNOW THIS ! You have a super power...your creativity. We are rarely creative in just one thing. All over this world right now the human spirit is singing to each other, playing music, reading aloud, sharing in a life that we rushed through each day and has now slowed to a halt. We are finding long forgotten interests in hobbies, crafts, picking up that old guitar or plunking on the dusty keyboards of our past. We are creatively converting spaces in our homes to accommodate the semblance of an office and…

Coping in My Own Backyard

It seems trivial to be sitting here writing this blog in light of what is happening all around us today with the covid-19 virus. I'm writing as part of my self care and in an effort to also keep connected to others in my tribe of artists, collectors, friends and family. After all, art is a way of communicating everything about our lives. Historically, artist have documented the trials as well as the celebrations of mankind. This time will be no different. Our thoughts, ways of coping, our relief and grief will be drawn, painted, sculpted, danced, sung, composed and written in the coming years.
Choose to be a part of this through your art! It's a healthy, sane proactive way that will help you as well as those around you!
For my part, I have spent the last few days outdoors, turning dirt in the vegetable  garden and breaking ground for new flower beds(we've had a warm winter here ). As I was doing this, I formed a plan for my next project. Having just set up an exhibit of my …

Scribble,Doodle and Sketch

The Scribble has been with us throughout our lives. Beginning in those first joyful movements as a toddler . Every motion a wonder to those around us and an effective diversion used to distract us from mischief! Oh the joy! Until that question ; what is it? There was a pause in our crayon fisted hand as we pursed our lips but with absolute confidence named our creation. Seeing the  questioning but adoring look of the adult that asked,we persisted .
The Doodle ...ah yes those filled in spaces that connected .We forced closure and form upon our scribbles. Adding ink blotted lines that became boxes and mazes, circles and faces over the notebooks,and textbooks of our growing years. Throwing in names and dreams of what we were becoming but now we were the ones asking ; what is it?
The Sketch was born of ideas, past experiences and the  places we have traveled, the people we have met along the way. It is our observed reality or expressed creativity in the abstract. A combination of the joy …

Dot,Line and Shape

I finally have an answer for the person who tells me that I am so talented but they can't even draw a straight line or a stick figure. Some may think I'm being funny, glib or maybe even offensive but here is my reply:
"If you place a dot, which is really nothing more than a mark on a surface and then place another dot right next to it, you have the beginning of a line. If you then continue this pattern turning the line until it meets the other end you have a shape."
 You see, I do not think it is the act of using these elements that is stopping anyone from becoming an artist but rather the confidence and self permission to allow themselves the time to play with something so silly as the dot, line and shape. After all isn't that what children do as they gleefully attack a cup full of crayons and paper?
Creativity is child's play! Add some color and a squiggle.....ta da!

 Lol... could it really be this simple? In essence, YES! 
Where you go from here though is …

What's Next?

I have just finished 6 months of showing up every day in my studio to work on paintings and sketches to fulfill a commitment to exhibit at a library in March.  Nineteen paintings and a sketchbook have been finished. I constructed my framing, prepared the labels, the paperwork and packing are complete. My focus each day was to reach this goal. What next?
Lol ..this isn't unusual. This is a real situation that many artists face that can result in joy or sadness. It can catapult you forward into a new body of work or spiral into an artist block. It can be a moment of relaxation or the start of an anxiety attack. Is it a confidence builder or does that insidious doubt creep in? I ask myself "What's Next?"
Learning to cope with this pivotal moment is as important and fundamental to you as an artist as knowing your shape,values and color. It is also an answer that only you can provide.
For me, at this time of my life, forming a daily habit as simple as taking my morning cup…

Ease on down that here.

Last week I traveled back in time to the beginnings of my painting journey. Today walk with me along the next part of this path to my present day.

The next steps took me into my acrylic studies.
Wow! What a difference in handling this medium. Totally different from watercolors. A brush stroke had body and stayed where my markings landed on the surface. I could work over areas of color or form, radically changing them leaving the underpainting undisturbed...and I felt like an amateur again!
I had gotten away from my drawing skills. I was forming shapes with papers and colors were used abstractly, not to inform atmosphere, perspective or image. I missed my landscapes. Two years later, I had a handle on it... but something was missing. I felt a lack of connection to the land.
A road trip ensued! Cross country in a wild ride through 23 states, me riding shotgun, taking it all in, mountains to sea, farmland to towns...and the paintings changed again. I thought all was right in my world. My …