And so it goes, the days turn into weeks and the weeks into months…the trees are bare and stoic against the grayness of winter. Life goes on, a birthday comes and goes, and the passage of time is marked in colorful strokes of memories. I am in a darker place in the winter than other times of the year, it just seems to always happen like that in my life. I am on the threshold of Spring, but it is not here yet. Long, dark, moody days seem to persist.
I am in the studio as much as possible, but the beginning of the year demands laborious tasks of record keeping from the previous year to be tended. I am almost at the end of that torturous endeavor. Thank the good Lord for that.
My mind is in hundreds of places at this time, and it is a time of disquiet, and little if any sleep for me. I am in self made chains of distraction, that keep me in a state of vacillation in my art. My mind wanders and finds no sure paths; other than the familiar trails left by previous paintings, that have no need of being taken again, so the journey becomes one of searching more than pleasure at this stage.
I am having some success, albeit long and hard won at times. I am working with a muse that came to me at a funeral. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust was part of the graveside service, a familiar rift of words; but one that struck me as something I need to pursue in my art. I am trying to meld the figure with the landscape and finding the commonality and the connectivity that exists. My impetus is to see if land and figure can almost become one, yet still remain a figure in a landscape painting. As a person that comes from a long line of farmers and currently married to a farmer, the land has a integral part of my life. We are literally tied to and count on the land to survive, and one day will return to it. I think in looking back on several of my paintings, I was subconsciously pursuing this goal. I am focusing on the texture to carry the load of the paintings, as the textures will give it an affinity through the paint regardless of hues I choose to use. I am always trying to find ways to transcend ordinary methodology in painting. I cannot be happy with repetition no matter how well received it might be with the public. There is something in the discovery in art, that lures me like a junkie to heroin. I have to find some newness in my art, to be happy with it. I believe as we grow we get more discerning in our art and in our art making. I find the beauty in art for me, is often found in the making of the art, and the trails and marks left by the process. It is often not pretty, but tortured and wrought from hours of working, that in the end mesmerizes with its simplicity.
This is painted on a panel I ordered last year, Art and Enns Panels http://www.jerrysartarama.com/discount-art-supplies/canvas-and-boards/canvas-panels-and-boards/art-and-enns-art-panels.htm . I found the panel to be great with only one drawback; the cradles are rather thin, and I found them too thin to float in a floater frame. So I had to opt for a deep flat frame. I am sure the cradles are thin because the panel itself is very tough and rigid and would stand alone without cradles just fine. You could just hang it without framing, but I don’t like the thinner panels without frames; although, each to his own in their framing. The surface is great and I will order more of these panels. I painted this painting in acrylic but the panel can handle any media.
Here is the resulting painting. I titled it LandLady…but I may tweak the title as it feels foreign but for now will suffice.
Thank you for reading my blog and I hope it helps in your art making, viewing or otherwise just love of creation. Take care,