Its interesting lately how my process has changed. I am hauling paintings out of my “closet”,( the works I had given up on in frustration), and really looking at them closely. I am gaining in my experience a more defined sense of what a good painting is. This absolutely comes from all the hours I have put in but also from studying other artwork I admire. I have piles of magazines handed down to me and looking through them often gives me a sense of unworthiness as I am faced with the sheer magnitude of the talent within the glossy pages. So many times after reading through a magazine filled with exquisite paintings I want to throw in the towel. (or the paint rag)
I have recently come up with a solution that works wonders for me. With scissors and glue in hand, I am only placing the images that exite me into my scrapbook. The ones with pallets that sing the way I want my colours to sing, the compositions that have a mood I can relate to and the ones I draw energy from. Many times one artists work will repeat themselves within my book, but other times they are random. They all have one thing in common though. Each time I look at them a spark ignites, hope flourished and I can hardly wait to dip my brush in paint and create. Pure creative energy fuel. Gotta love it!
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These days one feels increasingly guilty of being in a “bad mood”. Just the title in itself says “BAD”. Like a dog that pooped on the carpet, or a piece of fruit with a rotten core. Bad Bad bad!
I am here to defend the good old fashioned once in awhile bad mood. Actually right now I am in a relatively good mood and what is making me kind of annoyed is thinking how guilty I felt about my bad mood a few days ago. In this world of social media there is enough positive affirmations, uplifting quotes and fairy dust to make even the most positive person overwhelmed. I believe that the rule “everything in moderation” even applies to happiness. What? Are you kidding you say? No, I am not. If we didn’t have the down times, we would not recognize the the happy times. Speaking for myself I know I need my bad moods once in awhile and I try to go with the flow the best I can without making anyone else around me miserable. Basically, just leave me alone. My latest bad mood lasted an afternoon and into the evening. Some things came up I did not expect and I desperately needed quiet “alone time”. ( I was the kid in school who loved being put in the corner) More than anything I needed to get into my studio and work. Nothing stirs up a bad mood faster than not enough time in my creative zone. Within this zone I solve many of life’s problems by painting them out and writing them down. I work my way through issues while I paint and eventually I have to write thoughts down to stop the wheel from going around in a pattern of craziness.
I am mostly always content within my life and the odd dark mood only helps to amplify the brightness of the bursts of happiness I experience. So if you see me in a bad mood, don’t blow fairy dust into my face. Leave it be. Dark moods are part of my human process and sometimes one needs to ride on the “FU express” for a bit before transferring back onto the” happy train.”
Note: Staying on the FU express too long may be a problem though…that’s another topic.
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My vegetable garden lies just outside my art studio. Surrounded by a 3 ft wire fence, the garden is safe from destructive intruders, mostly the little brown bunnies that live on our property and my chocolate lab who innocently and unknowingly wipes out my precious plants when she follows me in looking for a fresh pea or green bean. Deer are not a problem as the rest of the yard is protected by an 8 ft page wire fence to keep them out and dogs in. This year I covered the garden plot with a thick black plastic. Normally I am all organic and would not have done this, but I have a weed called “garden purslane”, which is actually quite edible and full of anti oxidants. I know this because I planted it myself 10 years ago in the greenhouse. Hind sight is 20/20. Never should have done that. This plant LOVES the sandy hot soil and is very prolific. I have seen the harvested plants for sale in the produce section of the healthfood store and have pondered giving in and just growing it for profit. The thought was fleeting and the war continues. So this year my rows of vegetables are neatly cut out of the black plastic, composted, set up with a drip watering system and doing very well. I am more or less keeping up with the purslane as it noses out from between plants and from under the edges of the plastic. Less weeding gives me more time to paint.
Recently because of this plastic covering, I am more aware of the many little birds that frequent my garden picking insects in and out of the plant rows. I can actually now hear their footsteps upon the plastic. I have a renewed interest in weeding, just so I can hear the comical pitter patter of itty bitty bird feet as they run all around me. What a joy, weeding the garden with a smile and a giggle.
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