Fearless Artist: I Create, Therefore I Am..

Painting Dogs!

2008-05-28T11:46:00.000-07:00

I have an opportunity I cannot resist. I have been asked to show my work at a gallery within an upscale dog daycare. They are creating a gallery just for me! So I got busy and starting working on some canine pieces. So far, I have three pieces. One is a small study for a larger work, called "Waiting".

The next one is also a Work In Progress, called The Poet

Painting = Happiness

2008-05-07T19:23:00.000-07:00

Well, Day two of my artistic recovery. Worried that I forgot how to paint, blah blah...
So, to lessen the "perfectionistic" tendency I have...I decided to paint SMALL. I usually paint pretty large canvases. But no, I chose TINY 6 inch by 6" and 5 x 7 canvas boards to practice and play. What fun! I had no time limits today. Just draw my drawing..and paint it.. So I dabbled in and out all day and I am in a giddy mood over it! I painted a tiny portrait of my pug, Annie. She is an aging Princess with lots of attitude. It is posted here on the left.

Going to stay up late and start another one...

I faced the fear, and painted anyway

2008-05-07T09:40:00.000-07:00

Well, I did it. I cleaned out my studio, which took days. I organized and tossed out anything that did not pertain to me creating something. I reclaimed my space. And yesterday, despite fear, I put paint to canvas! It has been two years since I painted a thing. I was apprehensive but I did it anyway.

I also bought a chair for my studio. Not a task chair but a comfy club upholstered chair. One I have always wanted. Why, a chair you ask? Isn't a studio a place to work?
Yes, but it is MY SPACE and the only place in my house that is ONLY mine. I love to read about artists and sketch and such, and I have always wanted a cozy chair to do that in. So I decided to get gorgeous upholstered rocker. I ordered it online and it will be here next week. In fact, it was the first little painting sketch I attempted yesterday. I feel like "I painted it into being".

Hooray for me!

An Artist Emerges

2008-04-29T17:30:00.001-07:00

Can an artist's medium be "life"? Can one be an artist of Life? I think it is impeccably possible. I strive every day to be an "Artist Of Life"! To live with passion, conviction and the ability to rise above the darkness that inevitably arrives in everyone's world.
I am an artist. I have secretly called myself an artist since I was five. I said it quietly, or even silently to myself. Never wanting to admit it, as if it were somehow "wrong" to be one. To this day, I do not fully understand why I felt that way, but there it is.

I had always drawn, sketched, doodled, played around in high school art and the like. I was the one who was always being asked to do the posters for the high school plays. I loved it, but it was somehow a dream I did not allow myself to reach for. It was too high, too much, too wild a notion! So instead I got into acting and theater. (Hush. I can hear you choking back the laughter through the computer!) So, somehow in my warped teenage brain, acting was okay to want. Theater and all its trials was hard but doable. This all sounds so odd when I write it out...

Fast forward many years: I have just begun my business with my husband. He is a special effects makeup artist and we begin our own home based special effects makeup business with dreams of making it into "something more". I go to the bookstore and stumble upon a book, Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way. I bring it home and I can truly say this:
I have never seen the world or my life the same way again. I gave myself permission to say, OUT LOUD: "I am an artist." I wrote voraciously every day, I bought acrylics and painted, I drew, I sculpted. I was tasting life, MY life for the very first time! None of it was of any high artistic value, but time flew by when I created. I felt like I was in some odd, fugue state. Suddenly three hours were just gone. And, I was happy. This was who I was meant to be.

Then, a few years later, a let it slip to my husband, that though I was indeed a newly-self-proclaimed artist, I wanted to learn to paint in oils. Y'know, the hard stuff! I wanted to have an easel, and paint someone's portrait! But this again, to me was beyond any skill I possessed. I let it go.

That Christmas, my husband gave me an amazing gift: he bought me 3 months of study at a wonderful atelier, an easel, a palette and some brushes. He went to the school and set it up with the artist/instructor and paid it all in advance. (He knew me well: if he had not paid it all up front, I would have backed out in complete fear!)

So, at the ripe old age of 38, I became a painter. Not without struggle, tears, stopping and starting, and other self-imposed roadblocks to my artistic destiny.

This was my very first portrait. It is of my niece, Brianna. She was four at the time. She had such a range of expressions and such a redheaded personality! I would love to paint her portrait every four years for her whole life!

Now, at 45, after a self imposed break from painting (life had become HUGE and I needed to let myself off the hook of seeking artistic perfection), I am back in the studio. Ready to learn again. To see the world through an artist's eyes...

How To Get Back Into The Studio!

2008-04-29T17:24:00.001-07:00

Okay, I am coming out of the artistic shadows and confessing.

As I mentioned in my profile, Life became very "big", for lack of a better word--in the last couple of years. I was too fixated on making perfect art then just painting for the love of it. I gave myself a sabbatical of sorts.

Now, I am desperate to paint again! Which is a good thing. But I am so worried that somehow I have forgotten everything. That I will lift my brush and stand there baffled! I am even putting off cleaning my studio out so I can reclaim it as a studio! Arrrgh.

Has anyone gone through this or something remotely like it? How does one BEGIN AGAIN?