I have always loved the 1920’s era. The clothing, the music, the eye make up, the rebellion of women (I know cutting your hair, how scandalous!) I remember when I was about eight years old I saw the short story “Bernice Bobs Her hair”, this story was originally published in the Saturday Evening Post; written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, little did I know at eight years old that his wife Zelda Fitzgerald, would be one of my favorite artist. I found a line in a song while painting the other day and it said “One day I fluttered from my nest to see what I could find.” This can have so many meanings. To me I thought about a girl needing to find her own way. What kind of life is it to be held down in a nest rather it be physical or emotional. I believe we have to make our own mold. It is up to us souly to decide to do it alone, with the help of God, friends, or leaders. But it is our own journey to decide what we do when we leave the nest. We should be able to leave the nest though…and hopefully with a foundation strong enough that when you find things out of the nest, you aren’t crippled with indecision or plagued with misfortune from bad decisions. Regardless, at least you were able to fly.
I found an old sketch of a 20’s girl I had just scribbled on newspaper paper years ago. And I thought about that girl. The one who needs to leave the nest and fly. That nest could be a rigid state of mind that one cages themself in or being under someones thumb. The painting is not finished, it is really kind of eerie looking. I just need to decide if I am going to go with it, or calm it down.
I love putting messages and little things in a painting that might not be seen. Sometimes you can squint your eyes to find little messages or things that are in the painting. I like to add things for texture that when I see them, it makes my heart happy. In the end, you may not even know what is behind the painting itself. I am working on a bird painting right now. I had found an old song book that is dated back to the 1880’s. I put part of a song from the book, “love and kindness to all”. What a simple message. I felt that this painting just felt so pure. I hope that whoever owns these paintings can see the underlying message…under the painting. It is not finished yet but here are some pictures of the process.
I am horrible at managing time. I hate being rushed. I am always moving around like a whirl wind wiping down counters, making my bed, throwing dishes in the dishwasher, running to the store…however when it comes to going to an event, or being somewhere important, it is like I start moving in slooooooooow moooootioon. I always feel like the white rabbit in Alice and Wonderland. I’m late I’m late for a very important date, no time to say hello goodbye I’m late I’m late I’m late! So this old pocket watch made me think of that…what has timing in your life caused to work out just perfect for you or have you missed out by not being in the right place ay the right time, love? Work?…
Regardless our time in this life is so short. I have to pick myself up by the bootstraps sometimes when I feel like pulling the covers over my head and hiding from life and make this life, this day, count for something and have a good time in the process, no matter how fast or slow I am moving.
Recycling old books and magazines makes for great texture. I love getting my hands dirty, I always start off with applying the paper to the canvas with a paintbrush, but 1/10th of the way into the painting, I’m like forget it, and I dip my hands in the paste and mix it with warm water and start applying, just wiping my hands off occasionally. It is like sculpting with paper before the painting even begins. I look for words or pictures in the recycled paper that strikes me and I make sure that they are face up. Even if they don’t show, I know they are there. And if I really like them, I try to protect them during the covering process. I must admit that the texturing of the canvas is extremely therapeutic! Take a look as the painting transforms. I am not any way near completion but this is what my hands are currently “doing”.
I prefer the unusual but these are a few that I made that fits most appetites. Acrylic can look so flat and so with a combination of brush strokes and molding material and glasses I try to achieve texture and/or depth.
I can say the house painting, I had to show restraint, and I am glad I did because it is different for me. I wanted to do some crazy washes over it. But my family said leave it alone, so I’m trying to find the balance. Or….break the mold and just do what I want, I dunno. I can say these are a faster process. I worked on all three of these at the same time and finished in two days, a record for me. The coffee mug and wine glass were made with a molding gel so they are definitely fun to rub your fingers over and would look better hanging in a kitchen then a reproduction. These are the paintings that were born right before my Dead Hollywood Davis.
A mixed media intended for a child’s room. To me, the birds have become larger then their cage, they are no longer trapped inside, and they are assisting each other to remove it.
This last painting is what I love to do. I am trying to prepare for my first craft fair in December and trying to conform and paint things that people will like…and buy. A coffee cup, wine glass, and a sweet house that invites the creator to join you. I enjoy painting in general, but I made a few things that I had to make. I have always had an undercover rebellious nature about me. I try to be good, walk a straight line but there is a little bit of me that likes to fight the system, question authority and just thumb my nose to etiquette and the way things are supposed to be. I just try to be wise and go about it the right way without hurting my fellow-man and learning more about myself in the process. So after walking a straight line with my past three paintings, I had to let loose. I wanted to paint something that I truly want to hang in my house…but I can’t, it won’t go with my traditional furnishings with an Italian flair. I have my normal looking things in my normal middle class environment. Electric pink, black, island blue, and plain bright yellow mixed together just won’t look right. But ohhhh the fun I had making this painting for my imaginary loft I own in New York City! I have a perfect place for it hanging in a wide white hallway, an imaginary place where white walls actually look good, and this imaginary hallway leads to a room with an amazing imaginary view. A place where dead movie stars and graffiti can look good without hesitation or apology.