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Wednesday
Jul012015

Special Gifts - July 2015

Last December, I travelled with my husband Patrick to join his family in a private game reserve so that we could scatter Dad Fossey's ashes (rip beautiful soul whom I loved so much) amongst all that is wild and free AND REAL .... rock, wild grass, antelope, elephant, lion, cheetah, rhino .... sunsets and dust. 

 

It was a special time.  The luxury of the lodge was impressive, but not nearly as impressive as nature.  She always is.

 

Our earth provides us with all we need, and I wish we not only respected her much MUCH more, but that we more regularly thought to partnering with her in simple ways of enjoyment. Sitting under a tree with (real) grass and dust beneath our feet and between our toes is far more rejuvenating and enjoyable than spending a few hundred at a spa under a man-made canopy that holds out the light and the air with some employed person massaging our feet.  

 

I took along my little case of oils and a few small-size prepared canvases to paint as gifts for the family members that were there to mark the occassion.  

I'd sneak off daily to paint as many strokes as I could before my company was missed and my lack of presence questioned.  The solitude was particularly special as I sat beneath a living work of art enclosed in the wooden window frame at my 'studio' desk.  With each new hour and passing light, it evolved to something new.

I'd packed simple tissue paper as wrapping, knowing that I'd have at my disposal a wide choice of material to decorate and finish off the gifts.  I might just have had more fun wrapping the artworks than making them :-) 

 

We don't have to travel into nature reserves to find  beautiful treasures.  They can be found anywhere ... well, anywhere where Mother Earth is still allowed to 'be'.

These sold works were parcelled for a buyer, who bought them as gifts for her friends. They were finished-off from special finds found in my own Melrose garden.

The Earth is a generous mother.

 

You can see a few more photos of the beautiful reserve here:

 

Monday
Jul282014

Trying so hard to finish up ... 

Final days to our exhibit ... and i just can't seem to finish ... gosh! But my studio's still my place of joy and sanctuary, and escape from all that lies outside.  Of course my Sienna to keep me company makes it all the more glorious.

 

 

 

Wednesday
May282014

Romantic notions of Wine .... and ...

My last posting probably compounded the already (not-so-accurate) notion that working in one's studio's a rather tame, pleasant affair where between one's efforts, sips of wine are enjoyed and perhaps even, one would recline back in a chair to enjoy the day (night's) efforts.

This is not entirely so.

My daughter Andrea caught a snapshot of me working last weekend;  huddled over, sanding, scraping ... burning (I often burn my works down with a heat gun ... the effects are amazing).  Sometimes I lose works without intention .... and then I'm sad ... other times the rawness of breaking down a surface reveal gems. I seldom know the outcome.

The work comes with hard effort, frustrations ... finger cuts, a few burns, and sore knees too :-)

The important bit though ... is to ensure as best one can ... that a great amount of enjoyment is had.

THIS, IS ABSOLUTELY SO !!

:-)

The first image is of a work that now no longer exists ... the second image currently exists, but who knows for how long :-)

 

 

Saturday
Apr262014

Till Late in my Studio 8

Having a full day to myself, and in my studio's a luxury and a treat. 

I had a great day's work and am excited about the direction my work has taken. 

At the end of the session, not having a clue what the time was, I walked out into the dark of night with not a light on in the house .... I turned 'round to notice my studio lit from inside and thought of the saying "It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light - Aristotle Onassis"

 

You can see a few more pics here

Monday
Jan132014

Studio Spring-Clean and Seeing

With a crazy year behind me, I finally got into my studio on the weekend ... and landed up doing an extra-super spring-clean.

My family tease me saying that I clean more than I paint/create ;-) but I think the line between the two's not that clear.  

As I re-arranged canvas, tidied tins of paint, lined up turps, thinners and linseed oil and sorted through drawers filled with an array of the things I delight in ... pins with shiny round heads, ancient nails inherited from Gramps, rusty bottle-tops, twigs-a-twisting, pressed leaves, used old postage stamps, stencils that outline things, pretty pens, waxy crayons, Willow Charcoal and sticks of incense of Sandalwood and Old White Musk .. I realized that far more was going on than a mere clean-n-tidy. 

 

I found myself re-acquainting with 'hidden-treasures' that had been put away for safe-keeping;  Forgotten feathers found still brightly coloured, I was remembering the importance of delighting in the simple things that make me happy.  Discovering a packet full of torn map pieces, I was determining that it was time for new direction.  And then seeing beautiful butterfly wings that had been tucked between the pages of my journal, I  thought …  it's time for new dreams and for looking forward, however fragile our futures sometime seem.