May I find inner peace and strength to live each day as deliberately as nature.
My life just now is a whirl wind. It’s been life in the fast lane with no time to paint. Still I hold faith that I will find/make that time to paint when the moment is again right.
So, Dear Reader, I am still around and even though I must recycle an image or two in the Fairy Boats I am painting at least a little and always evolving. I live in Gratitude for all that has and is happening with-in me. I hold fast in knowing this moment is perfect.
Although landscape painting seems beyond me just now I have been able to do a little figure drawing and it has kept me sane. Here are a few done in watercolor on Bristol vellum set vertically on the easel which makes it all rather challenging but fun.
There is that important idea “fun”, a reason to smile, something to reach for. As i work at figures in watercolor i find myself seeing more and more in blocks or areas of tone and value. Edges and lines become less important to understanding the form. It’s rather exciting.
Of course, sometimes certain details of the model freak me out and i resort to line big time. and sometimes line just seems best-This one might just get a watercolor wash- nothing more.
Life throws us curved balls sometimes, fly balls lost in the glare of the sun or balls so fast they slam into us with devastating impact but whatever happens we still have to find and touch base. I am grateful for the practice of meditation through yoga that a good friend once introduced me to.
And, I am grateful for the ongoing support of the wonderful artists I’ve met through this blog (and before) who keep coming up with encouraging ideas and experiences of their own to share. Thank you. You are fun to know.
To R- for setting me on the path to begin the journey to self awareness through the practice of yoga and for getting me out of doors just to be alive to the beauty around me.
Walking and Hiking get me closer to nature and i find inspiration and solace there. My heart fills with gratitude.
The practice of yoga is gradually giving me freedom to once again move from a secure center both physically and mentally. This journey now begun will never end. I know there will be interruptions and set backs but i will always be grateful for the gift.
-And for reconnecting me to my family in a positive way. One which allows me to return to these stories from my childhood with fond memories-
Maybe I’ll even paint that wave-
For now I am listening to and loving some piano music (Rachmaninoff’s 1st piano concerto) and accepting who i am.
I haven’t been able to photograph my painting lately so in place of a painting I’ll share my favorite sayings from my much loved but inexpensive Yoga mat. After all Magic is where you find it! Here are the words on my mat:
“Yoga is the journey to self”
Find a reason to smile
Quiet your mind
Act without expectation
Talk less say more
Continue to learn
Fear less hope more
Play with abandon
Be present every day
Open mind-open heart
I’m home now from a 3 hour session in figure drawing at the art barn-the first in many weeks. While there i was disappointed not to find any photographs by my favorite artist hung in the new exhibit. -One could become depressed in this “Awareness vacuum”-
Tomorrow when there is some light I might try to take a photo of what I’ve done picture-wise. And best of all once the work is matted for the show I can go back to Painting without expectation. Now won’t that be nice! Perhaps I’ll just experiment with color for a while or paint what i see on my walk or outside my window. Thank you Debi and Shari!
I think my friends learn to accept my idiosyncrasies such as today when I lay down on the stiffly frozen grass to photograph the ice and then just stayed there admiring the trees. Actually the grass was comfortable. It worked like coiled bed springs trapping air so the ground did not feel a bit cold even though the air temperature was barely above the single digits Fahrenheit.
We stayed for quite a long time listening to the ice which besides reflecting the trees in its usual beautiful milky way was also “talking”; it chortled and burped and gurgled. Once it even gave off a series of explosions sounding like a fourth of July fireworks. I suppose it was expanding and responding to the warmth as the sun gradually rose above the trees. But, I don’t really know. My friend said it sounded like the mud baths at Yellowstone National Park.
Often when I experience something beautiful or fascinating I am aware of a deep loss. Only today an idea clicked: in my sensation of loss the one missing becomes present and is, for that moment, here with me, a comforting feeling. And so “up” gets very soft and full of memories:
Home from our walk i worked on painting number two of the ocean, then headed into class where I sketched people at yoga practice-a great place to do figure drawing if you keep it simple and quick. The challenge for this week is to sketch or draw a 100 people by the end of the week.
Have you ever tried combining your routine and stretches to good up beat jazz? Just let it move a little bit? Shake it out between poses? This is really good for lifting ones spirits. So is getting outside to sketch:
Back from a walk down the lane and a brief moment sketching by the pond I’ll try again to establish a better attitude toward life in general. I seem to be looking at a raft of failures in everything I’ve tried to do but I guess that will change if I find a different approach.
Here are some of my recent trials and errors in ceramics:
The hand built pieces seem prone to warping in the firing-something I never experienced with wheel thrown pieces.
And in watercolor:
There are more on the back sides of no matter
I have learned a great deal from these on how the paint moves now I think I need to use a different paper, one that doesn’t buckle.
Our lives are so fragmented, so torn by hopes and dreams and unfinished business it is hard to stay centered and be deliberate. i am grateful if i can maintain that attitude for any length of time but i keep trying.
When I parked at the gym for yoga practice I admired a beautiful young con-color planted on the edge of the parking lot and determined to sketch it when class was over. As I began to paint, it started to snow, and the snow to accumulate rapidly on the roads. I hurried through the sketch and wondered how does one do falling snow????
So with hope and dreams safely in your pockets go look at the view-where ever you are-and maybe sketch it. There are worse things to do.
So today I bought a Day-Minder for 2017: I guess that means I intend to keep on trying.
Everyone makes New Years resolutions even when they claim they won’t and I am no exception; I will title mine “YES” for moving forward one day at a time into the New Year. “Y” is for Yoga practice, “E” is for exercise of all kinds, social and solitary, “S” is for sketching. And here is today’s sketch-
Not Jean-Baptiste-Simeon Chardin but the best i can do.
I make no promises except to try, and to be mindful, and kind.