Well actually a week of drop dead beautiful mornings in Maine while tenting up in Acadia both on Mt Desert Island and on Schoodic Peninsula. i relished the solitude and the quiet. I guess I’m not much of an extrovert for i really enjoyed being by myself and alone with my dreams. Hmmm… the ocean and some loons were companion enough. The late evening light was beautiful. i only wish i had the fortitude to work hard enough to capture it. I promise myself I’ll keep trying-there are those who care and the beauty of ocean and woods are calling.
I did go to the new lecture series on Museum Treasures with Carol Beaudoin at NWCC yesterday and it promises to be interesting. Only I wish i were sharing it. And, my husband and I will be going into Hartt University for a horn concert tonight but…
I seem to be spinning my wheels here in terms of getting engaged with projects around the house and there is so much that needs to be done.
Here is a figure study from last night-
And two little studies from this morning of rocks that I did on hot press using the palette knife.
And from my walk this morning-
It is curious how the icicles form above the stream like little fingers.
“The Aim of Art is to represent Not the outward appearance of things but their inward Significance.”
A quote by Aristotle taken from Debi’s post:
Oh gee-“The weekend”: that time when our weakest selves can shine through. I lay down for a “little” nap after getting home and woke up two hours later. Oops, no time to paint now. I have to go to dinner. However, we did get a new exhibit installed down town this morning. There is nothing of mine which is new in today’s. Those pieces will go up next week in Gallery on the Green.
I have an idea I would like to express with the ocean and with waves and sand but clearly it will be a while before I am able to do this to my satisfaction. I want to break the picture up into sections and first I have to be able to paint a wave then abstract it and…sleeeeping all afternoon rather defeats the effort.
But now with our change in time it’s off to bed as tomorrow choir rehearsal will be starting an hour earlier than before.
I have been told “that if you really want something; you can make it happen.” Well maybe and maybe not yet, if ever. I know what I want but I don’t have the skill to paint it. So I will share these studies with you just so you may see that I am working, not because I am satisfied with where I have gotten to.
I do have to come up with something by the end of the week one way or another. Unfortunately I cannot take the cavalier approach of blowing this one off. The deadline is 5PM Sunday: 3 pieces matted and framed ready for hanging. The poems are already submitted and in the catalogue.
This one may have to do bumpy horizon line and all. There are parts of it I’m happy with.
This one also has a large version which works OK. I just haven’t got it flattend yet to photograph.
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.
Inspiration for working from sketch to larger painting-
I have much to be grateful for; for still being able to walk, and sing, and paint, and most of all for caring family, and friends. I am so very grateful that a special friend introduced me to the practice of yoga; it continues to help in healing both body and spirit.
Today having missed rehearsal with the choir I went to yoga instead of singing in church.The movement and breathing of yoga was like listening again to the breathing of the ocean. It eased physical and mental pain and opened my heart to being at peace here within my own home far from the restorative sound of the ocean. May it do the same for you.
Here is the poem our yoga leader, Mary, closed with:
Up before the sun and I made it up to Burnt Head comfortably in time to watch the sun rise. As the sun gained altitude the water caught fire and the headlands glowed. Grass and bushes ran like burnished gold up the cliffs which themselves took on a warm red brown. It was lovely. So I painted Burnt Head that way when I got back after breakfast. Then I stayed up on the cliffs sketching other painters painting and working on waves and water until tea time. The fragrance of wild grapes diverted me on the way down to the cottage for tea and ended in a little still life along with some fallen apples I picked up by the trail. Then a third trek up the hill at the end of the day gave me sunset over the harbor. All in all it was a lovely day sunrise to sunset.
You would think I might learn that here on Monhegan trying to use the internet at peak times is an effort in futility. So now I will go out and paint. It is a clear, sunny, and quiet day today-perfect for getting sunburn and having glare in ones eyes from off the paper.
I am not sure what I am looking for today but probably water and rocks. We shall see.
Wish I had some company. Solitude is not all it’s cracked up to be.
Looked at reflections in the water and collected sea glass this morning. Zero motivation-no Muse anymore and nothing internal to motivate me save sheer stubbornness.
So out of a whole day here are a few moments of sketching. Actually the good moments were when a little brown shore bird thought I was a rock and hopped onto my shoulder=
and later above the cliffs when a black-back gull landed next to me to see what I was doing. I guess I faded into the scenery today.