“What art offers is space-a certain breathing room for the spirit.” ~ John Updike
Ahh, yes! I agree. I’m a happier, more peace-filled person when I take the time to create, to play, in my art room. Especially sweet are the days when I get up early and have a bit of morning paint pushing before the rest of the house is awake. I smile just thinking of it. Good for the soul!
I have let many months go by without any sharing of work here. I post the occasional process shot and inspirations and finished images on Facebook and neglect this space. It’s because of the ease of it all with the iPhone, I suppose, and I did go for a long while without creating much while my mom was ill, but I’m trying to change how I feel about posting here.
To start things off I would like to share the last two paintings that I finished this Sunday and then during the rest of this week and the next, hopefully add work in a backwards fashion until I am all caught up and patting myself on the back for being so diligent.
I’ll start with Maggie (on the right). She’s hanging along with a few other works at the Scott Kitt Salon in Roanoke. If you are in town, please stop in for a look. All of the works there are also available for purchase.
As I was painting her, a bit of a story came to me. I imagined a girl who spends her days walking in the deep mossy forests behind her house, picking herbs for her mother in the meadow just beyond, yet spends her nights dreaming of the sea. I decided she would be called Maggie. In a past life, Maggie was a sailor, a pirate, truth be told, who felt out of place on land, stepping foot on it only when absolutely necessary. Maggie is haunted by memories of riding out storms and sometimes wakes with the taste of salt water on her lips, but does not tell another soul. Her mother thinks her as odd as her anchor shaped birthmark. I like to think that one day Maggie will find a way to trade in her origami boats for a true adventure on the high seas.
The image on the left was created a few days before Maggie. Maybe they are sisters, who having found a book of alchemy, are traipsing about the fields at night in search of the plants they need to work a bit of magic, maybe try their hand at turning straw into gold or something like that. Maybe it is a bedtime story. What do you think?
I’m so so happy to say that this piece found a home within hours of hanging at the salon. I was thrilled with the news. Giddy. That another soul connects with something I made and loves it enough to pay for it and hang it in their home means so much to me. It’s a feeling that will never get old, not if I sell a thousand more paintings.
I’ve been wanting to write about why there is always a painted red thread in my work. That will take a post of its own and I will do that very soon. A thread connects the sisters and there is a thread on the anchor.
Thank you for taking the time to visit here today.