Saturday, 31 March 2012

The things artists dream about...

Exhausted from a busy term at school, and with the house free of all noise (thanks to a concert that Hubby had taken the kids to), I went to bed early.

The sleep was sweet and the dreams crazily clear.  So I dreamt that I was sleeping under pencil circles.  Big, drawn circles.  Not those little fussy circles that might actually be a crotchet throw rug tossed on the bed at the last minute on a cool evening...no indeed. Big comfortable pencil circles.  As real as can be, and as comforting as a crochet rug.
My scribbled representation of sleeping under circles.

Who knew pencil circles could be so clear and comfortable?!

Friday, 30 March 2012

They're up!

We mounted The Wind Triad on wooden frames and then put them on the wall at our local church.  They are based on a verse from the Bible.

John 3:8  The wind blows wherever it pleases.  You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.  so it is with everyone born of the Spirit.

I know I have a leaf sticking out of my head and that this photo doesn't really do the pictures justice, but they do look good.  
You can come and see them at our Sunday Service 9am at the Community Church Warragul.

Monday, 26 March 2012

Still working the process

Okay, so I get home today and have another go at the paintings.

I use a bigger mop brush in order to stop myself overworking the detail and I hold the handle near the end.  Any mistake is actually just part of my "handwriting" and I mustn't be afraid to let my voice be heard.

Wind #1
I darkened the shadows and lifted some of the intense red.  Then I put a light yellow wash over the red to the right of the leaf.  Now I will think on the left side of the leaf (as opposed to the left side of my brain!).  The trick here is to know when to stop.  A little more is needed but not too much.  Watercolour likes to stay where you put it.  Recovering light paper is second to keeping it in the first place.

Wind#2
Done.  I really like how this has come up.  
This is the focal point leaf of the triad; the one that signals the difference between just falling off the tree and being caught by the wind, lifted to new life.  

Next challenge, mounting these bad boys on wooden frames.


Sunday, 25 March 2012

The "thinking" stage

So, the paintings are to a point now where they are almost finished.

Time to think and reflect.
Each piece is about 75cm x 113cm and will hang on a dark brown wall.  They will be staggered and represent the freedom that comes when we allow God to move in our lives just as the wind blows through the leaves.


Wind #1
The contrasts in this piece are not strong enough.  The leaf needs to be darker where the background is lighter, the right side.


Wind #2
Same as for #1.  The darks need to be darker.

Wind #3
I'm pleased with this one. The contrasts are stronger and so it is clearer and more engaging.

Tomorrow's job is to darken those leaves.



Saturday, 24 March 2012

Slowed down by the studio cat

Rather than be anti-social, I took my board and paper to the lounge room.  I sat on the floor and started drawing the second of the "Wind" triad.  Before I knew it Little Moo had settled in.

I seriously can't convince Little Moo that she could actually sit on my lap.
Never mind, I'll take whatever I can get.

I did, however, finish drawing the second and the third paintings.  And have masked in the second.  Progress!

Thursday, 22 March 2012

Fresh inspiration

This has been a hugely encouraging week!  The result?

I feel inspired to create and am going big.  

Aim:  To create three large watercolour pieces that hang off-set from each other.  
Subject:  Autumn leaves blowing in the wind.  

Masking in the leaf.

 I have a saying in my head and am working on nailing it down.

I took the painting outside and painted in the background.  

Messy but so much fun!  It was very wet and will need a day to dry thoroughly.  
Awesome! 

Sunday, 18 March 2012

Hovercrafting video

I know, I know, this is supposed to be a blog about my art journey.  And I think today I might have taken a baby step forward.  But in the meantime, here are the Twins.

Sigh...they grow up so fast.

Saturday, 17 March 2012

The Twins learn to fly

So I am up early with a million things to do.  A house to tidy, washing to peg out, more washing for the drier, pamphlets to deliver, food to gather, fuel to get, papers to buy (love my Saturday papers!) and on and on it goes.

Low tide and the bay turns to mud flats.  The perfect conditions for learning to fly the Hovercraft.  Us girls disappear to go shopping and leave the men to it.  Sexist?  Maybe.  But what mother wants to watch her sons put themselves in danger as they learn how to operate a vehicle of any sort?

We buy some girlie things, quilts and aprons and candles.  Driving back in we debate: who is it flying in the 'craft?  It looks like Hubby or even FIL but then mother eyes see.  It is Twin 1, and he is confident, controlled...and very dirty!
The before and after shot.  

Flying in the Hovercraft.


Friday, 16 March 2012

The lesson of the inane

There is something therapeutic in just letting a pen draw on a blank page.
Learning from the silliness evident in ourselves is tricky.  No one wants to admit to being obsessed, self-absorbed, distracted by breezes, carelessly forgetful...

But there it is...a work in progress.  Truly. 

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Beaminator gets a face lift

It has to happen.  A person turns 40, they get wrinkles and BAM! face-lift time!  No one escapes, not even the virtual face.  

So I am giving Beaminator a face-lift.  Boring is as boring does.  And lets face it, life has really side-swiped me this year, leaving no time for art making (excuse me while I wallow in my one person pity party...sigh...pass me the jelly beans).  My 10 year plan and goals for this year seem very much out of reach , and the only way to move forward is to blog it.

Momentarily interrupted by Twin 1 and Twin 2 snorting Smiggle erasers.  Apparently they smell nice (the erasers not the boys).  The Twins are 13, identical, and looking like Mike TV from Charlie and the Chocolate factory after he was stretched in the taffy puller.  Daughter, owner of the smelly Smiggle erasers,  is unaware of the snotty abuse.  It may well unravel tomorrow when she reads this...

Such is the fun of Family Life with an Art Nutter!


Thursday, 8 March 2012

A five minute moment

My wonderful students were labouring over their work, bogged down with making sure every line was exactly right.  On the spur of the moment I decided to show them that imperfect pieces were often interesting.  So, I grabbed a bottle off the shelf, did a quick pencil outline. Talked about drawing what we see not what we think (thus the square bottle in the corner!)  Grabbed my wet pallet, and threw some paint onto the page.

Not bad, even if I do say so myself!