If you happen to be in the Pearl District of Portland, stop by Urbaca for a facial, massage or some other yummy self nurturing thing. They are incredibly talented. And they serve wine and other drinks with your service. My art will exhibit there through the end of October. Photos here were taken at the First Thursday event. Urbaca celebrated 20 years of service. It was awesome.
When you do something over and over again - daily, weekly, monthly and the year, you tend to get pretty creative about the rules. Standards mean about as much as a cold bubble bath. Perfectionism, at least my 2nd grade version of it was a pain when cranking out a painting in a New Mexico lightening/hailstorm, no electricity or matches. I was stubbornly determined to prove that no matter what I had claim on at least 30 minutes of my day to paint. In this case I remembered that I had purchased some matches that day in the bookstore because they had a cool etching on the cover.
I lit a candle, calmed the bunnies and finger painted what I remembered of an image of O'Keeffe country in a magazine. I posted by iPhone before midnight and slept peacefully. I didn't really know what it looked like until the next day online. I remember working fast and feeling nervous. Electricity in the air, the unfamiliar earth trembling, my elderly rabbits freaked. It seemed a bit silly at the time to hold fast to such stubbornness. As I look back I feel a bit thrilled and romanced by the aliveness of the moment.
As I look back now on the project of painting daily as a whole, I realize practice gave me creative license to rewrite my relationship to perfectionism -- to make peace with it by practicing awkwardness daily. Perfection, it turns out has a lot of room for redefinition.
It hasn't stopped. At some point everyday, I angle for the studio even if just for 10 minutes to get the hands moving and thinking. I used to average about 3 paintings a year. Never enough for an exhibit. Now, I average a large piece a week with the vision of the final series in mind throughout. I'm not at peace until I finish. Frequency has a creative soul of it's own. Like a marriage, there is that 3rd party always at play. Never just the two people. It can make you a bit crazy if you resist.
This is the 2nd mural in a 5 part series of 3 paneled animal murals. They stack and reconfigure in all ways. It's a very different modality for me. Collage is a bit more meditative and deliberate than my usual comfort zone of flying the paint on canvas.
I really like the surprises. And the feeling of molding something, like a cake or sculpture.
Layering and layering until the math is right.
And I let it be a bit rough. I never want to smooth it or have tidy lines. I'm not sure why, just yet.
This piece will live in my yoga studio for now. I like waking up the body to the birds that woke me up to a new creative avenue.
What's next? Giraffe's, Cats, Kangaroos, Zebras, Elephants? Not sure. Feel free to vote. The next piece is 18x24 with 2.5 inch deep sides. So more square than I've been working.
Have a wonderful week.
This is just a little teaser. I'm working on another 3-paneled piece. Fat, happy, conversational birdies. I have 3 more sets of canvas's of 3 ready to go (9 of 15 total canvas's of 3-paneled murals). My goal is that each combination of 3 can fit as a puzzle together in any arrangement. It's a fun design challenge.
By the end of September this new series should be ready to go. YAY. Happy Friday!