Saturday, 29 December 2012

Word pictures are beautiful too

Sometimes I cannot decide if I love paint or pen best.  

On the beach

The sand on my skin
Distorts my perception of myself,
Transforming me
everyone else.

audacity like gulls.
Build the castle higher.
Make it prettier.
Dig the hole deeper.

Insistent voices
as I dig in the sand.
To no avail.
The rain softly pads on the grains.
A child falls on the castle.
The tide fills the hole.

The Ocean has sought me out.
Cool, refreshing, lingering,
Washing sand from skin.

Revealing my true appearance.

The Ocean calling to me.
Swim, child, swim.
You were made to swim.

Shelly Beamish Dec 2012

Written as I begin to reflect on the possibility and hope of a new year.  

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Christmas angels

I find myself occasionally saying yes when perhaps I should say no.  

So, here I am, procrastinating all week long over a painting I want to paint for the thing I said yes to when I should have said no, that doesn't have to have a painting but I want it to have one because that's what I do.  

It comes to crunch time when if I don't paint it now it won't be dry enough to hang before Hubby goes to work.  I do what all good artists do:  I google for ideas.  There in google images is a vibrant angel that I base my work on.

I get set up outside and chat to Hubby while I enjoy simply painting.  I use the tiny inspiration picture, repeat the one angel three times, and make it all very big!

The acrylic paint responds well to the retarder medium, painting with a 1inch flat brush.  The MDF, base coated with a warm cream (adding depth to the feel of the painting without any extra effort), takes the paint well.  All in all the process is relaxing and enjoyable.

Two and a bit hours later and nearly finished, I paint the faces and hair last, one shot and no "fixing".  These guys need to be imperfectly engaging.

Hubby, my "go-to guy', takes the painting to church to hang. 

It is to be the backdrop of the Nativity play.  I had grand plans for a big "reveal' moment when the Innkeeper is woken by a chorus of angels and takes the curtain from the window and tada! there are the angels.  One little issue of scale.  The star of the show, Daughter, isn't going to be able to reach the top of the "window".  I have visions of torn curtains and large pieces of artwork falling off the wall, and can the reveal idea. 

Instead, Daughter and all of the other children are wonderful.  The angels are happy and sing their praises beautifully.

And maybe, just maybe,  a yes that should have been a no was really better off being a yes.

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Worshipping God through art

It's one thing to take your time, plan a piece, slowly pull it together, fix mistakes as they's a whole other world to set yourself a time limit (1 hour) and make yourself a promise (no going back).  And to choose to focus on God and not yourself...

I get up early, make Hubby come with me, take my easel, a big board and my basket of paints etc around to my local church.  I wait outside while Hubby runs the gauntlet to turn the alarm off and switch on some lights.  Seems it's kind of dark inside even though the sun is up outside .

Hubby gets me settled and goes home to wake the kids and start breakfast.

I set up my limited pallet: titanium white, paynes grey and carbon black.  The picture has been on my mind for a few weeks and I have already decided that I won't wash my brush.  Beginning with white I gradually add paynes grey to build up the storm.  It feels odd to paint "up" the board as my normal habit is to begin at the top of the board and paint "down".

I play worship music on my phone and sing while I paint.  There is no one around and no neighbours. I sing loud, and paint fast.  No going back means not fussing with details but just giving over to the whole process.  It is invigorating and uplifting, and sobering at the same time.  As I use more paynes grey I become increasingly aware that there are many people who feel the way paynes grey looks: far away from hope.

Chosen 1m x 1.25m (Approx) Acrylic

But hope is not lost.  God promises to be there for us, closer than the shadow at our right hand.  He chooses us, all we have to do is accept.