…for me to occasionally dabble in landscape-type paintings when requested.
My Aunt Bonnie, like me, loves the sea (I’m certain it’s a hereditary thing). One of the main things she loves: Lighthouses. Aunt Bonnie = Lighthouses…always has. She asked me to make her a lighthouse picture a few weeks ago, so I did a watercolor sketch and sent it to her…and forgot to sign it. She’s a sweet stickler for things like that and demanded I make her another, SIGNED this time. I did, except this time ’round, I used acrylics.
The idea of making tapestries has been really intriguing to me lately so I decided to experiment using canvas. My intention is to slide a dowel rod through the top (replacing that nightmare thing I have in there right now) but keeping the idea of hemp twine wrapped around the edges and used as a way of hanging the painting (plus I think she’ll like the rope look combined with the painting). And, yes, it’s signed! 🙂
New body as in body of work. I’m not sure where I’m going with it, but I have found that I’m very attracted to poppies. Symbolically they are of great interest to me – anything that is tied to dreams is bound to pique my interest (or obsession). I’ve also noticed that the use of poppies seems to soften things up a bit for those that are turned off by my work.
I stayed with my Grandmother a lot when I was a little girl and among the variety of flowers she had (has) were poppies. They surrounded the base of 2 oak trees that I played on and around. I loved the colors – bright bloody red, sometimes tinted orange and the petals seemed so vulnerable. We sold fake poppies made by Veterans to support the American Legion. The fake poppy petals were more resilient than the real ones and I always wondered why poppies were chosen for that specific purpose. I’m sure I knew I one time, but I can’t think of it right now.
Knowing the different things poppies represent I was hesitant to use them in my work, considering the subject matter, but hopefully it will be taken as something positive, whatever the interpretation. One constant running theme with me: I mean no harm.
I’ll be honest: this was not made for this week’s Illustration Friday theme, but I think it fits very well. The word is “Lost” and the painting (“Lost and Found”) matches. This painting (6 in. x 9 in. with 1 inch border) was made a couple of weeks ago using watercolors. As usual, it contains bits of my own self image, the idea of loss, and even the eventual celebration of what loss can illuminate.
I have been bound (and gagged) by horrible grown up stuff like…cleaning and signing leases and paying bills. Yuck. Short story with zero periods: Our lease is up in July, the same direction our rent is going, we were going to move, I cleaned like one does when preparing to move (as in, hauled ass cleaning EVERYTHING), I created a donation pile so large I will have to make multiple trips, decided not to move, everything is nice and clean, and I have been doing much artwork since. Even some things to sell! Woohoo!
Tonight I quickly sketched out a drawing for an eventual painting I want to do for our living room/Manbearpig Cave. Hopefully the painting will be done tomorrow when the Husband is gone. Then I will hang it in said cave so when he comes home, he can “oooh” and “aaah” and all of that stuff people REALLY into action figures do.
Please note that the current figure has 3 hands and some seriously twisted features…he will be losing 1 hand and his features will be restored.
And now I need to find a new thing to do. This photo was taken before I put the clear coat on and I wish I had taken a better one because I always struggle with taking pictures of varnished paintings. If anyone has some good tips on how to do that, send ’em my way!
The clouds are working out. I always forget that if I am patient, then I can get things to look as I want them to. But rarely am I patient. I made tiny, tiny changes today that might be hardly noticeable, but that’s okay…
I’m really, really struggling with the clouds. The first picture was my first attempt (I sort of like those clouds better). The second picture is what is currently on the canvas. I think I’m heading in the right direction…maybe!
*cue Rocky theme*
I started the Self Portrait Project, as seen below. I assure you I am a human and not a landscape. How sweet would that be, though? Height: 6,789 ft. Weight: More than your mom. Smoker: Yes (for volcanoes). I’d get all the ladies.
Anyway, clearly I’ve not done any more than a background on it, but it’s something. Plus, I feel pretty productive today. It has been months since I’ve fondled a paintbrush and doing so was wonderful!