|"The Glory and the Lifter of My Head"|
This Spring has been busy here in the studio, with lots of special projects going on.
I started and completed this big guy! This is a 36x48 oil on wrap around canvas #dontfearthebigart! I cannot even begin to describe how much I love painting on a big canvas. It is thrilling to stand before a big canvas of white and begin to paint something bigger than life, with the hopes of making it extraordinary.
This painting has quite a story behind it. When began I had an image in my mind of what I wanted to convey, but not necessarily a theme or message behind it. My time standing before a canvas with paintbrush in hand, is often spent in quiet contemplation and even prayer. The goings on of life, both the good and the bad, are pondered in a deep way. During the painting of this one, I had a lot on my mind and was really struggling with some situations that felt daunting. I spent lots of time, while painting this, praying and thinking about different scriptures I have read that give me peace.
Fast forward to the completion of the painting. I was happy with the way it turned out - I really felt like my heart was really out there for all to see on it. But I had no name. Not one idea for one! So I posted a picture of it on my Facebook page and asked my followers to help me out. I am so thankful for all of the answers I received! All in all I was given 63 wonderful suggestions! It took me a while to go over all of the ideas. Many of them took paths that I hadn't expected. It was so fun to get a glimpse of the thought process viewers go through when they see your art!
The name, "the Glory and the Lifter of My Head" really spoke to me. It put into words ideas I had while painting, but hadn't quite been able to convey with words myself. The title comes from the Book of Psalms and was written by David at a very difficult time in his life, when everything around him told him all was hopeless. But he chose not to believe that. Instead, he turned his eyes Heavenward and declared where his hope came from. In so many ways, that described my thoughts while I painted this- struggling to find peace in the midst of voices that screamed, all is hopeless. As I look back over my time spent before this canvas, I can see many "David" moments when I took my stand, choosing to trust in the One who gives hope. Amazing sometimes, the twists and turns a painting takes.
This painting is for available for purchase. You will find pricing and more information here. If you are interested in purchasing this painting, please email me at email@example.com.
Friday, May 26, 2017
Monday, March 27, 2017
Sometimes it is all too easy to let ourselves slide into a pattern of doing the same old routine. This holds true in life, and in art. One thing I have tried to focus on in the past few months is keeping the creative spark going by getting out of my comfort zone and exploring new or seldom used mediums and departing a bit from my floral subject routine. Here is a glimpse into the different activities around the studio...
WATERCOLOR - Something I started out, eons ago, doing a lot of, and had mostly set aside when I fell in love with oils. I have rekindled a friendship with watercolor. The thing about them, is they force me to paint looser - which is something I am constantly striving to do. I began, a couple of months ago, to keep an watercolor journal, in which I can do quick, warm -ups that get the creative juices flowing!
My schedule this school year has my youngest taking some special classes a couple of times a week, which means precious hours for me at local coffee shops with a sketchbook before me. Drawing is a discipline that I committed to work on this year. It gives me opportunity to work out compositions for future paintings and explore subjects that I might not want to put the time in, at this point, to paint .
About two years ago, I began teaching classes, both for adults and children, as well as giving private lessons. One thing I determined, when I began teaching, was to make classes both casual and fun (in the style of the social painting classes), but I also wanted to make sure I taught techniques and that people walked away with a sense of having learned something.
Honestly, I love teaching. I love interacting with people and seeing the light come on when they paint something they never thought they could. I love it when I see a love for art develop in someone. And I love how teaching art, makes grow as an artist. Most of my classes are opened to the public. If you would like to try you hand at painting, you can sign up for a class, here.
I feel incredibly fortunate when someone enjoys my work enough to ask me to paint something for them or for someone they love. It is challenging to try and bring someone's vision to fruition, but so worth it! And being challenged to paint something I might not normally, or paint it in a different color scheme or style than I might normally do, has a huge effect on my over all painting. I am thankful to have had quite a few opportunites lately to do commission pieces.
ART FOR EVERYONE
I also began a new series of work of smaller pieces, that I am calling "Art for Everyone". The idea came out the desire to debunk the myth that owning original artwork is one, only for hoity toity collectors (lol), or two, out of the average persons' price range. This year I challenged myself to create four series paintings ( one for each season), that are small enough to be in a price range that anyone can afford. This is is the first of the series, released for Valentines Day. Each painting is 8x10 and sells for 50.00 each. Maybe they belong on your wall? They can be purchased here.
It amazes me how doing something as simple as painting smaller, makes me think in a different creative way.
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Wednesday, September 7, 2016
|"Nothing Gold Can Stay"|
Well, it seems that our endless summer isn't quite so endless. Our family went on vacation in Florida the final week of August into September and came home to Iowa to find that Autumn had arrived. I'm not going to lie - this always makes me feel a bit sad. I am starting my twenty fourth year of homeschooling my five children (down to the last one!) and even though I love teaching them, love learning with them, and encouraging them to love learning, the end of summer and beginning of Fall and the start of a whole new school year, always feels a little bittersweet to me.
I did see it coming though, and have been trying to get every last delicious taste of warm sun, and free time to paint, as I can. I stayed up late many of these last few summer nights, working on the fourth painting in my "Wild Things" series. I finished up "Nothing Gold Can Stay" just in time to kiss summer days good-bye.
This fourth painting took a little different turn than the first three . The colors became more vivid, the background called for more tones than the simplistic ones of the previous three. It all started with one of the last "art in a vase" bouquets that I had been working on this past summer (these can be seen on my Instagram page). I found myself cutting Black-eyed-Susans, Trumpet Vine, and Honeysuckle with the first few berries on the branch. Everyone of them, a sign of the end of one season and the beginning of a new one; a signal that soon the intense greens we had seen all summer would be replaced with shades of brown. But each of these, right now, were so brilliant in their own colors -like Summer's last hurrah.
I can't help but think of Robert Frost's poem:
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
(Can't you just hear Ponyboy, now!)
Now before you think I am all down in the dumps about saying good-bye to Summer - know that I adore Autumn! I have big plans for new projects for this upcoming season- some upcoming art sales that I am participating in at local venues, and a holiday open studio sale. Every season has it's glory!
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
"Where the Wind Blows"
This is one of those fresh-start-moments. I have been needing a fresh start for a while, because I had set aside writing anything on "Art Speaking" for way too long. Life got busy, posting became dry and tedious, yada, yada, yada. Added to that was the big concern that I never want to be someone who inundates followers with too much. (You know, the "junk mail" of the Internet type). So I had thrown in the towel on my blog.
But I have been thinking lately about how art is, in and of itself is a form of communication. And that one of the best ways to appreciate artwork is to have a better understanding of the artist's process, including their reasons for creating the piece. Art becomes more meaningful often times, when you can understand the meaningfulness it has for the artist . I so appreciate all of you who either follow this blog directly or tune into it as one of my Facebook followers and I am honored that you would care enough to want to hear the stories behind the paintings.
So here I am at the fresh start moment, hoping to get back into the swing of writing and sharing again - with the goal in mind for this to become more of a monthly newsletter (thus avoiding becoming "junk mail" !)
To start us off, I am excited to share a new series that I had begun a few months ago. I am calling the series "Wild Things" and am focusing on the concept of how flowers grow in nature - wildly, chaotically, twisted and entwined together in a beautiful mess!
I began to think of the concept last spring when I took a floral design workshop (a birthday gift from my husband!) at a floral shop in the art district of Cedar Rapids. The owner of the shop is truly an artist, designing these one of a kind displays that are like nothing I have ever seen. She exudes a love of nature and it is contagious. Her main thrust in teaching us was to encourage us to not think about your ho-hum flower arrangements, but to put into a vase or pot a snippet of the way things truly grow in nature - all mixed together in a seemingly unplanned way. And to not just see the beauty in the flowers, but to add other interesting things found in nature - branches, unique leaves, vines. The way she put it into words and the whole vibe of her shop was so incredibly inspiring to me! For days afterwords, I felt the creative juices flowing and forming into new ideas.
Sketches, upon sketches full of twists and turns and entanglements and oh-so-wonderful sinuous lines of nature, gave birth to the first few paintings for this series. It has felt like a breath of fresh air. I have three paintings done in the series, one has sold but two are available for sale (click on the link below the painting for purchasing information), and I look forward to adding to the series.
I love to hear from you all - leave me a comment to let me know what you think of the new series and perhaps ideas you might have for some fun flowers that you would like to see me add to this series! And if you dont already, please follow me on Facebook and Instagram (where I have been spending the summer putting into practice what I learned in the floral design workshop - using the items in my garden to form an "art in a vase" bouquet that I post each week!)
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Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Lately I have had the an itching to challenge my self a little bit, step out of my regular floral box, and try something a little different. I am a huge admirer of portrait artists who can capture the beauty and personality of the human face. I am not a portrait artist, but from time to time I like to do portraits to work on my skills. Summer time, when I usually have a little more flexibility in my schedule, is the perfect time to do this.
When I started this one, I had a very clear idea in mind of what I wanted to convey- that wonderful innocence of childhood, and how they see the world around them in such a beautiful way, and how we so want for them to always keep that (something that I may even explore some more in future portraits). But the subject was needed. I wasn't sure who to paint. I had my seven year old, Sophia (a sweet little blond with blue eyes), pose for me for a few photos to see if that would work. It just wasn't fitting what I was going for.
For some reason I reached for some darker shades for the hair and instantly pictured my half American, half Bolivian grand daughter, Hope. Not as she is now, as an eighteen month old, but as she would some day, maybe be. It was about who I hope she will become.
It just fit. It seems like when the ideas line up, the painting lines up. The paint went on just like I wanted it to and all the time this grandma got to pray for her sweet grand baby's future. I can't even tell you how much fun it was to paint this one.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
It took me quite a while to work my way through this one. Not because it was exceptionally difficult. It was more a matter of life getting in the way. I had a lot of starts and stops on this one. Sometimes that can make "getting in the groove" a little difficult. This morning I was able to sit down and put the finishing touches on it. It always feels good to accomplish something.
The entire time I painted this one, I kept envisioning flaming fire. Thus the name, "On Fire".
Sunday, February 1, 2015
|"The Hopes of Anne Bradstreet"|
I don't often do still lifes. I am usually a floral kind of girl. But this one mulled around in my mind for literally, three years, waiting to be painted. It was sort of like a puzzle that I slowly collected and put together the pieces to. In 2012 I painted a large painting of a bird nest and a feather - with lots of background. Then I promptly asked myself "What were your thinking?". I set it aside, staring at it occasionally, scratching my head. I knew the idea I wanted to convey. I had painted the nest to convey home life. There were an abundance of eggs - five to represent each of my own kids. But I had nothing else - just a lot of blank space in the back of the painting.
I was tempted to throw it out or paint over it a hundred times. I am beginning to wonder when I will learn that when I am on the verge of pitching a painting, I am also on the verge of a break through.
Some time last fall I began to mentally fill the background. I thought of a bird cage. Not the kind that entraps a bird, but one that provides a home. In our home we are over halfway through with raising kids. Our oldest three are on their own, one is in high school, and one, well, we have a ways to go on the last one. Ha! But with this in mind, I envisioned the colloquial 'flying of the coop' for the better part of my brood. Thus the open door on the bird cage.
As a parent, when you reach that stage when the kids are trying life on their own, you spend lots of time hoping and praying that you, in eighteen or so short years have given them the things that will equip them for life. I am not just talking about how to pay bills and get a job (although these are important). I am talking about the things that will make them a descent human being who chooses a good path to walk down, and doesn't get distracted with everything that glitters in this world, who remembers that we are eternal beings only living on this earth for a short time.
With these things in mind, I mentally filled the background of the painting with the things that I hope my kids have taken and will take with them out of their childhood. In our home, it was the light and wisdom of God's word - without which, I truly don't know how people cope with all that life throws at us.
I felt like I needed one more thing to tie it all together. Two things occurred that really sealed the deal for me:
One, I found myself thinking about the word hope. Isn't that what parenting is really all about? You hope you did it right. You hope they learned all they needed to. You realize that you can have hope, because their Maker loves them and cares for them more than you could ever imagine. I remembered a Bible study I had done years ago in which the word 'hope' first occurs in the Old testament in the book of Ruth. In Hebrew, the word literally means "a cord for attachment (or to hold onto)" and refers to a rope of scarlet red. It is seen quite a few times in the O.T., most often in relation to the stories of women - a woman feeling desperately alone and forgotten, unable to see that God has an amazing plan awaiting her (Naomi). Another woman, who had been wronged, and desperately asks for a sign of deliverance, including a scarlet rope (Tamar). And finally, a woman who wisely sees that destruction is coming to her people and asks for God's help - a scarlet rope hanging from her window to be the sign that she is trusting in Him (Rahab).
I know, I know, you thought you were reading about a painting, not getting a Bible lesson. Ha! But this was my thought process -what can I say!
The second thing that occurred is that I opened up a book from one of my all time favorite poets - Anne Bradstreet. She was a seventeenth century stay at home mom with a creative streak a mile long and lots to say. I adore her writings. She wrote a beautiful poem about her children ("In reference to Her Children"), all eight of them (!) flying the coop. I love her because she is just so real about her hopes and fears. In the poem, she goes through each child and lovingly relays who they were and are and where they "flew" off too (in the poem, she actually refers to them as birds flying from her nest). You can hear in her tone that she, in the 1600s is saying the same things that parents are saying today - 'I hope I did enough". But she has assurance that they things she taught them will see them through - not just because she taught them, but because they are Truth. She ends it this way...
When each of you shall in your nest
Among your young ones take your rest,
In chirping languages oft them tell
You had a Dame that lov'd you well,
That did what could be done for young
And nurst you up till you were strong
And 'fore she once would let you fly
She shew'd you joy and misery,
Taught what was good, and what was ill,
What would save life, and what would kill.
Thus gone, amongst you I may live,
And dead, yet speak and counsel give.
Farewell, my birds, farewell, adieu,
I happy am, if well with you.
And so, with this I had my final element for this still life - that red cord of hope to hold onto, that wound ( and winds) its way through our home throughout the child rearing years and beyond.