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Category Archives: Ponderings
Post #42
Completion
most of the works
gone
left
out in the world
travelers, seekers
finders of their permanent
home.
The viewer, the purchaser
the final piece
of completion in the
process
of creating
Their thoughts
added
to my feelings
mixed
changing my intent
enhancing it
distorting it
understanding?
Their thoughts
are what matters
more?
Their thoughts
their reaction
will make my seekers
be loved, accepted, wanted, acquired
To enable me to keep
my living
my creating
in the flow.
When the end is here
for me
some day
guaranteed
my pieces will continue
to be
alive. here. bringing joy. existing. loved.
24" x 24" Textures of our Memories
30" x 30" Cultivated Strenght
8" x 8" Thursday is Washday
On my iPod:
Fall of Giants (I did not like this the way I liked Pillars of the Earth),
The Dark River
The Golden City
Post #39
Here we are
not quite whole
but healing
finding deeper inspiration
and sillyness
always
never stop
sillyness
Can't get the cast wet, can't wear gloves to not make it sweat, need to keep it on for at least another 2 weeks.
It happened when I was spring cleaning the studio. A heavy table top, too heavy for me to lift, fell onto the finger. I heard the most awful sound of the bone being fractured.
Finding some other ways to be creative. Yesterday:
Today: going to the ROM. Sketching. Wandering on my schedule, not Huxley's.
Tomorrow: Back to the studio, working on details:
Listening to: Sins of our Fathers, Stones into Schools, Angels and Demons (2nd Time around and still fun), Swiss-German-Austrian-drinking songs… (but no Bier to go with it).
Post #38
Inspiration
away from the walls
of my secure cave of the
studio
cold, ice, colour
elusive
yet vast, deep
textures
feeling it.
It might lead
to newness
embraced in my heart
captured in paint
one day?
soon…..
On they i-pod: Eat, Pray, Love; Under the Dome; The Book of Night Women
2011
May the new year bring resolution to issues from 2010, good health and a steady flow of time to execute ideas. May it also bring peace and contentment with what we have, insight into how each and every one of us can help humanity and each other.
May the year also be full of laughter, sunshine and rain, wind and storms, shelter and nourishment for all!
A big Hug!
Monika
Post #37
At the end of the day
after
full production
sunset
excitement set up
for the next day
to come
and see
the labour of the past day
sometimes very happy
sometimes not impressed
yet
always
it meant time spent
creation
the end of the day
too tired
to wash all the brushes
used up
me too
Written in permanent marker on the wall in the studio:
"Tears and doubt are part of the process in creating my art work."
On the I-pod: Song for Arboune, A Prayer for Owen Meaney, The Eight.
Post #36
Working
Creating
so much
New palett colours slipping out
of my hands
my head
my mind
my soul
Not yet ready
to be show to
you and
the world.
keeping it close to
me and only showing to a selected few
But here for you…
beginnings
again that now
are now not total beginnings any more
but becoming
works
of my soul
art
Experimenting to grow
to learn
to make richer
layers of life
surfaces to go above
and below
Reading and
sketching
deepening
the connection of
everything
These past weeks listening to: Einstein: His Life and Universe and The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Post #34
A hand gets dirty with paint
a panel starts to become
creation
through transformation
a new phase
is about to begin
my baby – not so little
a new phase for him
school not
kindergarten no longer.
me, myself and I
able
to work
to create
to be messy
time!
Post #27
Walk a year in my shoes…
you will create paintings
you will cry tears about missed times
where you will not create
because you do NOT hold the time in your hands
you do not have the time
your hands do not work when you have
the
time
they are painful
so no matter you feel
creative
you can not hold a brush in
those precious, rough, sandpaper like
hands
Walk a year in my shoes…
you will hold your family dear
cry with love for them
you will get paints on your hands
and can't get it off before you leave
so people will think it is blood
the blood of creation
Walk a year in my shoes
you will just have spent a year
grateful
disappointed
challenged
you will have gotten married
learned to sew french seams
in cream silk
felt low about the little time your day has
for you to spend at the studio
yet you will also have come to realize
that
important is
that the fast fleeting years you have with
your son so young
will be gone
too soon
so now is the time to worry less
steal time when you can
and treasure and be
grateful
because, oh, so handsome he is
Entry #4
Details have been added to some of the boats. This is the stage where things slow down. A lot. Each piece of work is studied, reflected upon, pondered about.
11" x 14" Boat. Needs signature and resin coating. Title.
24" x 24" piece. I added the dots just before leaving the studio. It will receive more attention tomorrow when I'm back at the studio. There are faint "pirate map" paths on the background. An element I like immensely.
Below, a sample of how the piece looks before painting the details.
24" x 24" boat piece.
Added swimmers and under-painting of plants.
Tomorrow I will finish this piece if it is ready for finishing. I let each tell me when it feels that it is finished.