After having closed my Etsy shop this summer due to my husband’s illness, I’ve now decided to reopen it. It’s been both time consuming and therapeutic to bring it up to speed again, and I’m glad I made the decision to do it. For now, it’s just the one shop for collage, but I think I’ll be adding paintings later in that same shop. Two shops were a little too cumbersome to manage.
More time in the studio has been a mood lifter as well. I decided to lay out four big sheets of heavy paper and just start applying paint in a variety of ways, with the only goal being the use of lots of color. They don’t resemble anything one could call art, but that wasn’t the object. I just wanted to turn up the music and paint.
Then I spent a few hours working on some new collages. The newest ones are available in my Etsy shop now. I’ve featured them at the top of that page.
Here’s a look at some of the fun papers I’m discovering from the stash:
Have a creative day!
If you aren’t on Facebook, you might not have seen the little video I made this past Friday in the studio. I do have a way of stirring up things and just trying to see where they will lead me. The paint-on-paper experiments are just that — paint on paper, with no goal in mind. I cranked up the music and just let things happen. The next day, I cleared those away and created some new collages, which always makes me feel a great sense of instant gratification.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this small studio tour.
I am still feeling my way through a fog of disbelief in many ways, but at the same time, little pieces of my art life are beginning to assert themselves from the periphery of my mind. It’s comforting to walk into the studio and imagine making some kind of art. At this point it doesn’t matter what kind, what medium, or even how good it is. But I know it’s important just to pick up somewhere and begin. It’s literally been months since I had some creative time, and I miss it dearly. In my many years of being an artist, I know from experience that art is a healing thing. All I havet to do is start.
I’m posting these things from the past, in part to inspire myself, and in part because I don’t have anything new to show. I hope you see something inspiring as well.
Even though those paintings are from four years ago, I love color, and anticipate seeing more color showing up in my work again in the future.
Here is one big stack of collage papers. These are incredibly inspiring as well.
A random series of paintings:
And another painting . . .
I look forward to being back with you very soon on a regular basis.
Remember: Art heals!
I write this with a heavy heart. My husband passed away last Friday morning. It’s been almost a week, and I’m still in a mild state of shock. There is much to process, which I realize will take some time. I’m so glad the kids came to spend time with him. I’m glad, in the end, that he didn’t have to suffer for too long. He was able to talk with me daily, right up to the last, about the good life we’ve had and how happy we’ve been these past few years, just enjoying each other and the simple pleasures of life — spending time with the kids, little road trips, our pets, good food, just being together.
I wanted to write this because of something very special I want to share with you. Some of you may already have seen this on Facebook. Not long before Jim got his cancer diagnosis, he had reached out to our local arts center, The Kennedy-Douglass Center for the Arts, with an offer to donate a number of my large scale color field paintings for their permanent collection, and perhaps to make some available to the public for sale to benefit the center. They happily accepted our offer, and we delivered the paintings some time in June. Now there is to be an exhibition of them, titled “A Window in Time” which opens today. Jim was so excited about this show, and had so hoped he would be able to be there at the opening reception. Sadly, it was not to be. Here is the press release.
After a little time catching up on some rest and dispensing with life’s details, I know I’ll be back in the studio. I have missed painting. And I know from experience that it will be therapeutic.
This is a quick post to update you on what’s happening in my world. Right after I wrote the last post, just a month or so ago, my husband Jim was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer. This is a cancer that seemingly comes out of nowhere, because the symptoms are things that normally wouldn’t be red flags. It probably goes without saying that our life is turned upside down in every way imaginable right now. He had surgery to place a stent in his bile duct, but no further surgery is being planned at this time. He has begun chemo, and will start radiation this week as well. He will have chemo twice a week and radiation five days a week for five weeks. We are told by the doctors that the tumor might possibly shrink enough to consider surgery later on. That is the hope that we’re clinging to at this point.
In the meantime, art is completely eclipsed by the things we are having to process. I honestly think just throwing some paint around would keep me healthier — at least saner. But I haven’t reached the point of trying that yet. There just hasn’t been time. Maybe I will find a way sometime soon. In the meantime, I’m baking bread with my son, who is here for 10 days.
We have had lots of family here to be with their dad and granddad, and art happened while the little kids were here. Our granddaughter Piper and her little brother River wanted to do something for their granddad. So they painted two of my 16 x 20 inch canvases with tints of blue and white, and glued bottle caps onto them, mosaic style. River drew a shark, and his bottle cap interpretation was rather free-form. Piper decided on a map of the US – minus Alaska and Hawaii – and hers turned out pretty true to the original design. You will notice there is a hot glue gun involved in this project. Note: no children were harmed in the making of these works of art. They had adult assistance at all times. You may also notice a bottle of beer on the table. No, the kids don’t drink beer.
Two of our great-grandchildren were here too. We met the youngest one for the very first time. Family came from as far away as Alaska just to hang out with Jim. It has been a bittersweet time. We miss the kids already. And their moms and dads.
If you’re on Facebook and would like to get regular updates about Jim and his progress, I have started a group and call it Jim’s Army. Feel free to join us. I will update this blog as often as I can as well.
And if I throw some paint, you’ll be the first to know, I promise.