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The Ghosts of Egon Schiele

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The Ghosts of Egon Schiele

I recently took an abstract class at the Oceanside Museum of Art.  Since it’s been years since I’ve taken an art class of any kind, I was attracted to this particular class because I’m always looking for more incite into a form of art I really enjoy, but still have trouble understanding occasionally. Abstract

Please don’t ask where the idea came from for this piece, I don’t think I even know.  I remember walking into class with several printed copies of ideas I could work with.  But, that was all incase the instructor asked us to do the exercises I was prepared for.  (Wishful thinking)

I always like the idea of stacking things together.  Like coffee cups, bowls, bottles etc.  In my mind was an idea simmering  of what I might paint based on the guide lines we were given.  Other than that, we were all using student grade paints…I guess that’s ok, we were the students.  Brushes had been trashed, so I had a few of my own, but I swear that’s all I brought with me!

Before I knew it I had my sketch roughed in, and was planning to do something I’ve never thought of doing before.  Putting the heads of one of my favorite artists…..”Egon Schiele,”  on the bottles.  I soon realized there are many self-portraits done by that artist, and have many examples to choose from.

Even the simplest of pieces can cause a bundle of pain.  Even when you are committed to being abstract, and loose,  it’s painful to paint.  It’s painful because even the smallest of creations is something I pour heart and soul into,  getting it just right. Even though “Just Right” is subjective,  my just right is the one I’m concerned about.  It can’t look like I’ve worked too hard, or cared too little.  Even if I do work hard, and care very much.  After all, each creation no matter how small, is our own creation, and we love and care for them all the same.

Squealwith Joy!

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I’ve only seen one demo by Chris Cozen, but when I did my inner child had a very good time.   Chris is a mixed media artist living in Southern California.   She is fun to watch, and will get you thinking you need “more paints,” “more supplies!”

I kid you not,  your inner child will squeal with joy!

My Granddaughter the Artist!

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Last weekend my Granddaughter Sage spent the weekend with us. Before she left her house, she told me she wanted an art weekend.  Actually she said, ” I want to be able to do art all weekend, just two days to do art, nothing else!”

I think God created granddaughters because we have to make up for what we couldn’t do with our own kids!

Somebody wants to spend the weekend with me…

Sage finished three paintings over the weekend, one of the three was a school project.  This piece of her project was completed in a half day.     (We got that out-of-the-way!)  The other painting was wrapped & given to her Mom as soon as she appeared.  (Still needs her Mom at eleven.) 

I had such a great time with my granddaughter, and she had a great time creating.  (I’m blessed!)

While Sage was painting, and drying her work, I had to work on something.  I didn’t want to be looking over her shoulder all day, I wanted her to build her confidence by having some guidance, and letting her fly. ( She’s a flier!)

I worked on my Daisy Dog Pic…  Admittedly, I was once again playing, and nothing happened to me…No Anti-playing Police, or the Poor Linework Police, not even the police that monitor the imperfection on ones creative process!

There was a time when I would never have painted with a color that shouldn’t be in its place.  It would have to be real or, I wouldn’t do it.  I’ve over come nearly a lifetime of being taught perfection, and it being demanded.  I broke out of the box, years ago, but not without the expense of everything I painted not being  any good  – because it wasn’t perfect.   I looked around and realized Everything is perfect in its imperfection.

(I love doing different things, and with different ways of expression.) 

Holly, Moley

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Exactly!

I am over the purse thing.  After helping some of the girls with purses, figuring out my own design, and all the chaos that goes with a room full of purse painters…….I’m over it!

I painted two purses….one to small for me to use, a little  leather travel bag I purchased on Cedros St. years ago to travel with.  Turns out,  it’s so small it won’t hold my sunglasses, or much of my wallet.  So of course, I had to paint it.

Paint on leather

The other a canvas travel bag that should eliminate my wallet, but hold my sunglasses.  The thing is,  I got over it before I finished, and that is not good!  When that happens, I start making mistakes, and mistakes I made.  Dripping paint where is shouldn’t have been.  Smearing from the side of my hand, things like that.  So I did exactly the same thing I’d do in a painting.  There are no mistakes, only opportunities to be creative!  Well, I don’t know about that.  In this case I’m not so sure that worked.  Line work was used to pull it together and poka-dots were used to cover other opportunities.

“I should have stopped here!”

All in all…..

I meant to do that!

 

Whats Next?

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Our Daisy dog

Cats, dogs, flowers, houses, trees,  what does one tackle next as a creative endeavor? We all want to do something different, but we’re probably subconsciously attracted to the thing that works the best.  On the other hand, don’t we like the challenge?  I do.

Even if it doesn’t turn out perfect, and we all know perfect is not probable!   I don’t even like perfection,  that is for cameras, not artists!  I uploaded a sketch of Daisy, our dog to  work on, and with a little effort it could be just a little wonky.  I love wonky, it makes me happy and creative.  It takes me to a place I was never allowed to go as a child.  So the wonkier the better…

There are other subjects I could paint, but while I’m finishing up the painting of my purse……

I’ll form a plan for Daisy.

The purse, well…after painting two, I’m getting over it.  Purses no longer intrigue me, and I’ll be lucky to finish this.  The cat has given me more trouble than I could imagine, as cats tend to do.   Whiskers…no whiskers?  Stripes, or no stripes?  Polka dots, or not?   Whatever I do seems to not be the way I had imagined it to look, consequently the cat has more layers of paint than my kitchen.    It’s all good, and it’s all in the name of experimentation.

The end result of the purse is yet to come, so  for good or bad, it will be finished!

Craggy Crow

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Cragy Crow

Craggy Crow

Last week the weather was so nasty I stayed inside and made the most of being cooped up by painting, experimenting, and just plain having fun in my studio.  The rain was coming down so hard the yard and the patio were flooded, and you couldn’t see in front of your nose if you went out.

Opportunity!

Being stuck in one place gives us opportunity.   To curl up and read, bake cookies, watch a movie, or Paint are just some of the possibilitiess     So paint I did.

I played with colors, sketched out possibilities, played with different papers, and much more.  In my mind, I try to  play like a 3-year-old.  Just like my grandson use to do when he’d play in my studio.  I think letting him play in my studio was the beginning of me letting go, and not taking myself so seriously.  I’d give him a huge pad of paper, and he picked his own brush, and watercolors.  (After all I could wipe them up when he was finished.)   He’d pick the longest brush he could find and make a huge puddle of blue watercolor, he loved blue.   After he went home, I’d find blue paint all over my studio, the kitchen, and into the garage.  How can you ever get mad at one of your grandchildren? He loved blue, and he loved the way it looked on everything.  He is now twelve going on thirteen, he still loves blue, but fortunately doesn’t find the need to splatter it all over the house.  He’s a great kid, and is very creative.

The crow, well  crows speaks to me.  I love them, and can’t find enough places to put them in my art.  This time I just thought I’d make a big crow,  wet him all down like a watercolor, and drip blue ink into him.  This is how you get craggy!  Of course, once he’s big as life on a sheet of paper, he needs something to complement him.  Journal style seemed to work for me on a cold, wet, rainy day.  This is my version on playing in my studio this winter.