Monday, September 2, 2013

The Complexity of Time...

"It is never to late to be what you might have been." George Elliot

I am a late bloomer; there's just no denying it. Has it been an interesting path that has brought me here?  Sure, some of it, but parts of it were dry as the desert floor.  The thing is, fast or slow, exciting or dull, the time has past and here I am, knocking on creativity's door.  I do struggle to learn the technology that will allow me to connect with others, and feel a bit bad, deep down, that it took me so long to find my place, but if I don't start now yet another ten years will pass me by.  I am moving, Mr. Elliot, toward what I might have been.

With that said, today on day 2 of the 30 day painting challenge, my offering is a 6x6 mini abstract.  I had some fun and relaxed a bit as I mixed, experimented and played. I learned a few things, and while this probably isn't my favorite piece ever, I may just turn this little guy into a journal cover.  Actually, my intention was to do just that when I decided to join this challenge--create small paintings that I would be able to re-purpose. 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Choices We Make

"I am an artist.  I am an artist because I choose to be.  I am an artist because I have reconstructed my entire existence to include the art making process in my daily life." Samantha daSilva, Artist.

It's hard to hold up the artist banner.  I have been "playing" the role of artist for a few years now--trying out mixed media, coming to love the sweet smell of beeswax and the sheer thrill of fusing an encaustic painting with a torch instead of a heat gun, smearing and dotting acrylic paint with my fingers as I explore my beloved abstracts, and finding silent bliss in learning new bindings for my handmade journals. 

I am still exploring, still experimenting, and still reaching toward finding my own style, my own voice.  I've "pinned" plenty of inspiration, taken Flora Bowley's on line class and an in person encaustic/book workshop with Bridgette Guerzon Mills, but for the most part it's just me, a canvas and some paint.  Through it all I have been paying close attention to what speaks to me and what I aspire to, knowing that I am learning about myself with each brush stroke so that my art will become a reflection of me and not of the artists I admire.  That being said, I truly believe that those who teach us ultimately leave a mark on our soul and are therefore always represented in our art in some way. 

The abstracts I am creating now are me:  pure and simple, layered and complex.  When I look at them I can breathe: they soothe my frazzled nerves and quiet my scattered thoughts.  They make me want

to stand up and
shout: "I am an artist.  I am an artist because I choose to be." (Thank you, Samantha!)