A fairly bad photograph of how my easel looks at this very moment in time….
I went back to some old (lacklustre) paintings that needed a little cheering up, things that had never quite felt finished… Some have been greatly improved, I fancy! Some – there is, quite simply, no hope. Into the bin with you.
Always satisfying to be able to rescue something, to bring a painting back to life. Proper pictures of resurrected paintings later this week (she says).
I’ve been having a think about making a series of paintings, on a smaller scale, with a limited palette of blue and red, working quickly and loosely. I rather like the outcome, and the process suits me perfectly. Sections of colour; paint that looks like paint, muted, bleeding puddles with lots of blank space. Pondering how beautiful a lot of little paintings could look on a white gallery wall… a small nail in each piece of paper, perhaps? More work of this ilk to follow…
For an unemployed person, I am one ridiculously busy lady.
I have completed my CAB training, and so this week I was let loose on the public, attempting to help them sort out their problems…. So far, so good. Starting Monday, I am spending two weeks volunteering as a teaching assistant at a primary school… which is a rather daunting prospect. Arg. Terror. AND I’m attempting to organise an art exhibition at the little gallery I volunteer for! Oh my. Unemployment is definitely not boring these days…
And, when I get a moment, there is art! And yoga. SO MUCH YOGA. I love yoga. I have gotten so damn bendy.
Lately I’ve been spending time looking into the more meditative, emotional, calming, thinking side of yoga. Which turns out to be fascinating and ever so thought provoking. A hell of a lot of my art has been about feelings and emotions and thinking (or not thinking) and what’s real (or not real.) I’ve spent a lot of time and energy attempting to fight negative memories and emotions…. With yoga, you just let it be. You accept that you are not in control. Things come and go. You recognise emotions are there but you don’t fight anything. Oh it’s all so… liberating! And peaceful. But I’ll stop there before I go all obsessive-preachy-hippy on you. Uh oh.
A sneak preview. I’ve sewn the horizontal rows, now just gotta stitch these all together…. getting there. It’s gonna look amazing on a wall in a gallery. Oh yes please! Loosely hung up, so its all lovely and textured and tactile and vaguely crumpled…. so you could attempt to see the other side perhaps……
I want to do everything. However fleeting an idea, I sometimes end up being convinced that it is the big epiphany I’ve been waiting for that’s going to make it all make sense. And that makes me ridiculously non-coherent as an artist.
I’ve been painting with acrylics all morning, which is something I ain’t done in years. Abstract calm red blue purple floaty misty glowy. Really been enjoying it, and, although they’re not finished yet, I think that they will look good. And god forbid, perhaps the kind of thing that could be commercial, the sort of thing that people may want on their walls?!
Ah, but the painting will be a phase. Last week I decided that crochet was the way forwards. Any suggestions how to deal with this conundrum? Should I really just try and focus my efforts on one area? Or go with my instincts and my heart and flit between everything……. I think I know what I’ll do. Surely everything will just fall into place eventually!
In other news, I baked a loaf of bread this morning. Quite possibly The Best Loaf I have ever made! And, somewhat more exciting- it’s my birthday at the weekend, and we’re going to Aberystwyth! I haven’t been there since graduation in 2011, so am looking forwards to it muchly.
I think there are too many exclamation marks in this post. I hate it when people use too many exclamation marks. Here’s my beautiful bread:
I made this lovely little thing today. I have a feeling that there are going to be a crochet-filled few weeks ahead…………It is so addictive! I have a box full of unfinished bits of crochet and felt, which I am determined to make something beautiful with. I spent so long experimenting with felt making last year, and nothing ever really came of it… One day, one da
Ah, and what is this? This is the start of something epic (along with my odd-socked-toes). Another unrealised idea from 2012 – my Sketch Book Honesty installation. That never happened. I did approach a number of galleries, but never mind, this is to be a new improved incarnation! I am making a patchwork quilt out of the pages. 110 pages, hand sewn together. Quilts are comforting and cosy and sewing is calming and comforting and lovely… and the pages of this specific sketchbook are… emotional and chaotic and powerful and argh. Catharsis. Making something new and lovely out of not-very-nice-memories. Enough time has passed that the pages feel like they were made by a different person. Am very excited about finishing this thing. Lovelystuff.