Delirium tremens, also known as the shakes. It's what happens to alcoholics or other drug users whenthey suddenly stop. That's not exactly what happened to me when I put my brushes down and moved out of the studio Feb. 26th, but close. My mood plummeted and my irritation rose. Not exactly the smartest way to go about things but I was up against deadlines and other obligations. So here I am one month plus of no painting, no home studio set up and no time soon for painting. The month of May will be the month of refocus and back to painting I will go. It may look different to me, with less time dedicated to only painting, as I have taken a part time job and possibly another one on the way. But not without a little R&R in the tropics and a crap ton of yoga first to recapture some focus and clarity.
In other news, I am thinking of offering a very limited edition of prints from the March show. Once the paintings are properly photographed and digitized.
Tonight is my first solo show and I'm pretty excited. I've been so busy
painting I haven't been able to update this blog! So here's a sneak
Living: Hand to Mouth. What Sustains Us?
This series was
sparked during lunch with a friend when he jokingly placed his napkin in
front of his face as I took his photo. I began to think about how our
gestures and the things we cherish are representative of "us"; how each
person has something that defines them; how the small things can sustain and nourish
us through life's difficulties. Some of the things portrayed are literal, others
representative of something larger. It is important to me that I
capture, but not hold prisoner, a piece of the subject's essence in each
painting. Because it is more than a form or parts of the body that make up a
For this body of work, most pieces were created
using a limited pallet of transparent earth red, ultramarine blue,
yellow ochre, titanium white, and at times, actual black and a hint of
cadmium red when required. Most of the darks seen in the figures are
the result of transparent earth red mixed with ultramarine blue. I
paint for the pleasure painting, sometimes there is not a finished
product. Painting gives me a sense of peace and belonging, along with endorphins, similar to a runners high. It's my
belief that these emotions further my connection to the painting and
thereby embedding part of my spirit in each painting, too.
I'm in a painting frenzy! But it seems my body can really only take standing and painting about 5 hours a day lately. And apparently standing to paint makes me really hungry. I took the last photo to paint from for my series for the Show March 1st and will start the last one today. Then all the work will be started. Only 3 paintings are officially complete. I have 2 more that are really close. The remaining 11 are in various states. My biggest concern is also my largest painting. The female response to the dark angel(aka el corazon del hombre...) painting. I've finally got the forms mostly working, but any painting that is 4' x 4' is bound to run in to problems. Like a title. haha
Framing is also a bit of a concern. I have 15 portraits that require frames. I'll need to find a frame I like, which has been a problem, and put hangers on the back. This is also expensive! Even if I were to find an amazing deal, anything times 15 is expensive. I will have to keep that in mind if I keep painting on these panels. I can't just paint the edge and hang them.
I've had a headache since Friday which isn't helping anything. I'm in the studio today but not as effective as I should be. I basically have4 weeks to finish everything. Which sounds like a long time, but it's not. Paint has to dry, some form of vanish applied, framing. I also have other commitments and responsibilities to attend to. Spanish class twice a week until Feb. 11th. I now have a part time job on Wednesdays. I can't neglect my yoga practice, friends, cats, chickens, laundry, dishes, eating, and well you get the picture. :)
Happy 2013! Day two of the new year finds me still getting ready for the new year. The good news is in my mind it actually starts on Monday. The rest of this week is for finishing up last years this and that, organizing, sorting and making some plans.
Things I'm looking forward to:
"el Corazon del Hombre..."
Angst's annual Male Form show. I have placed "el Corazon del Hombre" aka Dark Angle in the show. The opening is this Friday the 4th. I'm planning on being there around 7pm. I'm excited to see what else will be there!
Many times I've turned my nose up at still-life painting. I'm not sure why, a problem with figure painters I suppose. But then a fairly successful artist told me that you can't get better from painting from photo. (I don't know if this is true) Models are expensive and my eyes were getting tired of looking at the computer monitor. So I went to the grocer and bought some models for a few small still life paintings. It was a nice change.
I will probably paint a few more in the next few weeks. Pomegranate and pear getting cozy, with a large pine cone lurking in the distance.
One of my favorite things about art is that it is tangible. Every thing about art is tangible. The materials, the waste, the objects created. Obviously I am a 2D artist and that is what I am referring to. Another thing that is tangible is mail. Real delivered to your door (or postbox) mail. I'm guilty of not writing as many real letters as I should. It really is a lost art, and if you are looking for a New Years resolution, it's a good one: More letter writing.
Sunday morning I opened my mail from the day before and I was pleasantly surprised to have a real honest to goodness heart felt letter from a friend. It really was perfect timing too. Remember the job interview I had a couple weeks ago? The one where 200+ other applicants applied for a part time receptionist position? I recieved an email Sunday morning informing me that they hired someone else. Part of me was relieved, as I felt like I was about to cheat on my boyfriend, Painting. But the other part of me was freaked out. I can't even land a part time job that I have more than enough experience with? But then I remembered the words in the letter, and they ring all too true. I hope my friend doesn't mind me sharing. "I'm glad you're doing your own thing instead of slamming yourself with the ridiculous job search. What a joke that whole thing is. People like us were not meant for the occupational death marches of today. We have to find alternatives because the options they offer are soul death. What's the point?!"
I couldn't have said it better myself! Some people are meant for the daily grind, the 9-5 or the 8-7 everyday all day, in a cubical, producing, tasking, working for the man. I'm not one of them. At least not right now. It's not in my blood. Or my genes to be exact, I come from a long line of immigrants, explorers, Gypsy's, and hippies. I'm the first college graduate in my family, the first one to have a desk job, and the first one to tell you this isn't the life I was meant to lead. At least not right now. That could change. I know of a job coming up in the spring that might be perfect for me. Not sitting at a desk every day. But for now, I'm putting my brush to the canvas and my ink to the paper. I don't have much money, but I have my freedom. And I have time to stay up late talking to my friends and time to get up early to go to yoga with them. and that time with friends is worth way more than a new car or a big house or fancy clothes.