The Artists Life - Painting 101 Class #3

   Here we go - another Monday afternoon and it's 1:15pm. I've done this similar drill, at various locations, I don't know how many times, but it always gets my blood pumping. I walked into a dark, unlit studio space. No one was around. I flipped the light switch on, and the fluorescent lights seem to jump with the voltage now going through them. I put away my painting bag and remove my winter coat. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I take in the faint whiff of the oil paint used in last week's class as a few of the paintings were left behind. I look at them one by one. I began filling the glass jars with paint thinner and set them in their now familiar places. I then ripped out palette paper from the new book I purchased and the sound echoed off the walls. I placed them around the table along with the paper towels.

   When I finished, my students ambled in - well, almost all of them. It turns out that one of the participants preferred watercolor and that this "oil thing" just isn't her cup of tea. That's okay in my book; at least she was honest with me as well as herself. Once everyone settled in, and began smearing paint, my newbie Mary Lou, (remember her?), just sat there. I meandered over to her and gave her some sage advise a mentor gave me a long time ago; "The wonderful thing about oil paint is if you don't like something, you can always paint over it. Take this apple, for instance - you mentioned last week that it didn't look right to you. If you take yellow and white, you can paint over it and blend things into the background. Then, redraw the apple the way you would like it to look."

   "Well, alright then!" She smiled, began mixing colors, blended out what she did not like, and painted in what she did want. I suddenly had one happy painter! I slowly walked around my other students, answered their questions, and offered my advise when asked. Unlike last week, I was total hands off and ego free... well almost.

   Back to my newbie. For a few minutes, I stood quietly behind her and watched her create. I was also attempting to figure out what she was trying to accomplish as I had no idea. Then it finally dawned on me - she was replicating everything in the photo from the window ledge, shells, and the curtain. However, with her brush strokes as well as her color choices, it looked more like an abstract design. Her painting was becoming more interesting than I could have ever imagined. So much for keeping things plain and simple! I hung out with Mary Lou for a bit more as my other students were doing just fine and I only had to field one additional question about colors. It was about 15 minutes before class ended, when my stubborn newbie warmed my heart when she mentioned she was really glad I came to teach her over the past few weeks. That right there, my friends, is what it's all about. It's not about the money, or flaunting your expertise; it's being a grateful mentor.

   3 o'clock came all too soon, and everyone seemed to reach a comfortable point where they could stop for the day. Time to call it done, at least for this week. I felt the same way... until next Monday.

   Until next time,
   Jill

This is the painting that a student started, but dropped the class. In my opinion, it was a beautiful abstract work. I'm encouraging her to keep it.

The "studio" cat.

One of the paintings done by my newbie, mary lou.

The apple painting, also done by Mary Lou.

Water scene; in progress.

The start of yet another masterpiece!

The Artists Life - Painting 101 Class #2

   If you remember from last week I told you how we all survived, myself as well as my students, the first painting class that I'd taught in almost 10 years. The second session proved to be a little less dramatic as we didn't have anyone busting in towards the end of class stating they wanted to be a nude model. I was psyched that my four students arrived eager to begin their projects once again. One student showed me her photo of a painting she did years ago that also won a blue ribbon at a local summer fair. I must admit, it was a beautiful painting, regardless of how long ago it was created. Afterwards, I began wondering to myself, why did she call me originally to teach her to paint? Was I missing something here?

   My ego started punching me in the back of my mind - this is the place where I usually start second guessing myself. For a moment, I felt awkward after talking with her. My ego was jabbing me with thoughts like, "Yeah; why are you here teaching her about painting? She's won a 1st place blue ribbon. What can you offer her?" After I told my ego to shut its mouth, I now had the mindset that I had something to prove - I am a good artist and I am good enough! Which is just what my ego wanted...

   After all my students sat at their places, I gave them instructions to start at the top of their canvas and work from light to darker colors. Then I told them to do any shadows last. Remember my newbie from last week named Mary Lou? She was having a slightly harder time at the color grading than the others, so I helped her a little more than the others. That was ego problem #1; the infamous "you can't do this without me and you need my help".

   Next came an artist / instructor cardinal sin. She got frustrated, sighed, and stopped painting for a moment. That opened the door to ego problem #2; "Let me help you." At that moment I took the paint brush out of her hand and painted on her canvas. This is one thing I promised myself many years ago to never EVER to do to a student and here I was being Miss Control Freak Extraordinaire! It was if I stood out of my body and watched myself do this; similar to a premonition and I was just going through the motions to fulfill it. I finally mentally asked myself, "What the hell are you doing?"

   I quickly handed back the brush to my student, and told her to paint the apple red as best she could and walked around the room to the other students. There was ego problem #3; the tried and true "When all else fails, tell someone to do something and walk away." I returned to my struggling newbie about 5 minutes later. She informed me that the apple in her painting didn't look like an apple at all. I suggested that she set it aside and let the oil paint dry for a while. I asked her if she wanted to work on her Easter egg tree and she happily agreed and seemed visibly relieved.

   At that point, I took a breather myself and gave all my students ample breathing room. From a distance, I could see that my newbie was indeed following the directions I gave her of doing the sky first, then adding the trees and foliage to the background, and finally painted in colored Easter eggs. By that point, she was visibly more happy... way more happy.

   This was a valuable lesson for me, even if it was a refresher. I have to let my students make mistakes. It's how they're going to learn. For example, another student who used to be a watercolor painter, had accidentally poured some thinner into a plastic palette and mixed white acrylic paint in it and now had a horrid blue-grey clumpy sky. In this case, I couldn't stop the mess from happening and it couldn't be fixed. Ironically, she was pleased with her results. From my perspective, I was ready to try and "fix it". From her perspective, however, it was all good. Since it's her painting, it's her perspective that matters.

   The third class is tomorrow. I should have the kinks worked out in regards to my class. No unnecessary drama, leave my ego at the door, and let my students be students. Oh, and finally - have fun! Of course, if everything goes to hell in a hand basket, I can always click my heels three times and make each painting perfect... or possibly go back home to my studio... or something like that.

   Until next week,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Painting 101

   Remember last week I mentioned that I was going to start teaching art classes again? Some wise person (of Asian decent I believe) once said, "The hardest part of any journey is the first step." Still so true. It was one thing when a former student emailed me about a month or so ago and inquired if I would teach again. It was one thing when the activity director of the organization agreed on a time frame as well as a price for teaching. It was one thing gathering together all my supplies, my easel, and a materials list. It was an entirely different thing walking into the large recreation area on that lovely, sunny afternoon last Monday about 15 minutes before the class started.

   To my credit, my energy was running high all day along with anticipation. Nervousness really wasn't part of the equation. Even after I met the director face-to-face, I still felt confident. The room contained a very large table with four easels for my students to use. In case there was a student or two that showed up at the last minute, the director was prepared with two more floor easels at each end of the table. I was impressed! I set up my large easel as well as my palette tray with burnt umber (brown) and titanium white at opposite ends. One of my main goals that day was to make sure my students could grasp the concept of mixing colors and finding the right values. This step is called the under-painting.

   After my students meandered in, we had introductions, as well as a brief conversation of everyone's skill level. My former student was fairly modest in her expression of her skill level. It was apparent that she kept on painting and creating over the 10 years since the last time we painted together. Her initial sketch of the seaside landscape she wanted to paint was nothing short of amazing! Two other students admitted they had painted before, but felt they needed some "refresher" pointers. The fourth student confessed she had zero experience at all. Even though I told my students before hand to bring in a picture they would like to paint - which they did - my newbie did not. So, while the other three artists went off pretty much on their own, I hung with beginner named Mary Lou, and we began painting the basic work I had brought to the class; a still life with apples.

   However, before we began, Mary Lou had to switch glasses so she could see her canvas better. While she did that, I briefly went around the room to check on my other three students. Good thing I did, because one of ladies who needed "refresher" points was painting her work on the palette paper, not the canvas that was off to her right. I gently corrected her, she retrieved the canvas, and her partner-in-crime ribbed her a little about it. She coolly responded, "Thank you Jill. Getting old sucks. You're doing a great job. Now go find something wrong with her painting!" as she pointed to her friend. Wow!

   Back to my newbie Mary Lou. We managed to mix colors well, get the sketch part of the painting finished, dabble into perspective a bit, and get an under-painting done. Not bad for 90 minutes! As we began cleaning up, a rather large woman who was also extremely buxom burst into the room and flamboyantly flung her arms into the air and proclaimed, "I'm here to be your nude model!" It's been a while since I've been totally speechless. After about five seconds, I managed to compose myself, went over to our visitor and we shook hands. She just laughed and mentioned she was there to see her friend Mary Lou. I was grateful my first class did not have a display of exhibitionism.

   The activity director came in before everyone was finished and the paintings were still out to be seen. She snapped a few pictures for the organization. She seemed very pleased, as were my students, with this first go around. Thank God she didn't witness the almost naked model audition. After we all finished cleaning up, I collected my fees for my time - business is business after all - but at least we kept a huge element of fun in it... and that's the most important aspect of all.

Until next time,
Jill

The Artists Life - The Snail Farm

   Greetings from coastal Maine in almost mid-February! What this means is, the weather patterns are starting to change. It is yet another dreary weekend, weather wise, outside my windows. Most of the landscape consists of gray skies, snow that's dull in color due to getting watered down by rain drops, or the fact that they're dirty snow banks, and darkened soaked bare trees. You can tell Spring is just over a month away. It's not the prettiest time of year and this is one reason why so many people from northern New England take their vacations and go to warmer, sunnier climates. Mid to late winter fever is starting to set in who are still here. This is especially true when my two oldest grandkids came over to visit for a short spell.

   While I know kids will be kids, and being brother and sister does not help. They are 12 and 11 and getting very good at it. There must be some unwritten, innate law, where brothers and sisters MUST get on each others nerves that has been passed down through the generations. It happened with my brother and I, and it happened with my Mom and her sisters. Sometimes however, we as adults can't escape the occasional bickering, complaining, or bitching. For example, my husband Dave and I played a rousing game of Life with the grand-kiddos. For the um-teenth time, Dave picked the card where he purchases a snail farm for the tidy sum of $50,000 dollars while exclaiming that the game was rigged in some way. The tension mounted as everyone except my grand-daughter was sued by another player, whether it was vandalizing one's fence or smashing another persons prized tomatoes. After a few hours of that and other visiting, I was exhausted! Life whether the game or for real - is indeed exhausting at times. Sometimes I feel the art world can hold the same.

  If "life is what you make it", then interesting is the key word. I began Monday creating three more 8x10 inch oil paintings. I managed to complete one of the works, while the other two are in progress (and they still are). The second still had a perspective flaw and the third had a poor color choice for the water; it became too green for my liking. No matter what I did to those two paintings on Tuesday, I couldn't get either one to "behave", so I put them aside. By the next day, I had to pack my supplies away because I was going to be away for the next two days. By the time I returned, it was practically the weekend, visiting all four of my grandkids, as well as other friends stopping by for a visit. As a result, my paintings are having ample time to dry. If I venture into my studio and sit on the sofa I have there, the paintings can also taunt me because they are not only unfinished, but they also know I don't have the time to seriously work on them. If anyone believes the artists life is easy, then they are not an artist or doing it solo with no other income or both.

   However, this weekend was not a total loss, by any means. I made life what it was meant to be; seeing family and friends, going out on Saturday night with Dave to a coffee shop and seeing a cool, local band, cooking up a storm with him in our smallish kitchen, submitting our book to four more publishers in New York, or hitting up yet another gallery in hopes in displaying my works. Of course, Dave mentioned yet again that we need to open up our own gallery in either Rockland or Camden where there's lots of foot traffic and tourists. I know he's right - we both feel it in our hearts. We just need the right place at the right time. Ten to fifteen years ago, we would've both rushed into an endeavor like that head first and then wondering why 12 months later it failed. Today, we know better and it will come to pass... they way it's meant to be.

Until next time,
Jill

The Artists Life - The Dream Is In The Details

You are what your deep, driving desire is.

As your desire is, so is your will.

As your will, so is your deed.

As your deed is, so is your destiny.

 - The Upandshads

   Seems pretty heavy, doesn't it? But bear with me for a minute here, and I'll get to the main gist of this as well as the relation to art. First, let's dig a little deeper and clarify a bit;

"If you become crystal clear on how you would love your life, to such a degree that you can't see anything but that, it's almost impossible for you not to get it. Absolute clarity adds vitality and enthusiasm to your actions. You won't rise above and beyond anything you're charged and emotional about, so the best way to do what you love is to love what you are doing right now. State your dream clearly, and then ask yourself how what you're doing right now is preparing you for your dreams. When you love and are grateful for what is, you get the power to turn it into what you love. If you know that no matter what happens, your life is serving your dreams, then nothing can stop you."
 - from the book, The Breakthrough Experience; A New Approach to Personal Transformation, by Dr. John F. Demartini.

   So - what are we saying here? If you are sick and tired of the way your life has been going lately, or over the past decade or two, this book may shed light on your inner challenges as it did for me. Life follows certain principles and when we don't adhere to them, our lives can become a shamble. This book was a combination of three others I've read before. Only one concept was new to me. And while I can't explain it all here, I am still in the process of working the experience.

   However, I am grateful to have read the book, and to be grateful for where I live. Even though our current residence is tiny, I still have studio space where I've been able to paint almost daily for the past two weeks. Currently, I am only using a palette knife on 8x10 inch canvases and hoping I'm creating art that is worthwhile. I sold one work last week, and I've been showing the other works that have garnered positive reviews. I had two or three works that received mixed to colder reviews, but that's to be expected.

   With my somewhat new-found style, I have approached a few galleries over the past three days. While I have to submit images and follow some industry procedures, the meet-and-greet as well as the conversations went very well. One positive aspect is that all these galleries do not have spaces for large works, so the owners were pleased they were smaller in scale.

   Every day I do what I love and work towards my goal - to get more of my art out into the world; to spread the love. This week, I was challenged by too much detail for too small a space in one painting. In another, mixing the colors on the canvas had become tedious. Finally, on the third painting, creativity in creating a floral pleased me immensely.

   I know this a loaded question, but I'm putting it out to the blogging world and the internet void; which painting works the best for you? You don't have to explain yourself in great detail, but what draws you to a particular work? What do you like about one or more of the paintings, even though the style may not be the status quo? It's okay - let yourself go.

   Until next time,
   Jill

 

The Artists Life - The Game Of Life

   Who thought a classic board game that's been around (the modern versions anyways) since the early 1960's would be the source of this weeks blog? Our two oldest grandchildren expressed a deep interest for the game, so my husband Dave went to the local big-box and purchased the newest version of The Game Of Life for a mere $15 including tax. During the weekly grand-kiddo visit, we engaged in a wild, laughter-filled, sometimes stressed out, three hour jaunt into this board game. First off, this is not the same version I played as a child, nor even the one we played when our kids were young - not by a long shot. And what on earth does this have to do with art or being an artist?

   While some aspects were similar, like choosing our careers, numerous things were different. I was totally bummed that the profession of "Artist" was no longer available. What?? So, I became a doctor with a 130,000 dollar salary each pay day. Okay - not bad. For some reason, my husband Dave was a secret agent. Apparently, you now go to college for this. He also had a hot pink car, so he must sold Mary Kay products as a part-time job while in school. My grandson was an actor, until he got fired for bringing his cat to work, then became a singer. My granddaughter was a dancer, but also got fired (for sleeping on the job) and then became a professional softball player. Did you also know that when a player gets married, you have the option of choosing a same-sex or opposite-sex partner? Welcome to 2018.

   Throughout the game, we all went on vacations, paid for various things (besides houses and kids), but also did some pretty funky ventures. For example, my husband purchased a snail farm for $50,000, and I made $90,000 for cooking everyone's favorite pancakes without screwing them up. And this from a person who hates to cook. Glad it was worth ninety large for me. Another "venture" I had to participate in was telling jokes so an opponent would laugh. I found that I was seriously out of touch with funny jokes that I could tell an 11-year old and make her laugh. Between the cooking and the panic of not knowing any humorous bylines, I got seriously stressed. On the other side of the coin, I enjoyed a trip to France, made $50,000 from selling flowers from my garden and the home I purchased a "luxury" house. These turns during the game made me feel good.

   I realized something towards the end of the game - it really tapped into my likes and dislikes. My dreams as well as my fears. Either that, or I was being the artist that I am and taking this way too seriously and emotionally. But, as a professor once said, those last two attributes are what make you a good artist. My question is - why does life, the real thing or a family board game - have to be stressful, emotional, and competitive? Perhaps if it wasn't, and life was always massively easy and complacent, it would boring as fuck.

   The game ends when every player retires, sells all their assets, (including any and all houses, playing cards, and even the children!!) and then we all count up our funds. As usual, the person with the most money "wins". A deciding factor for a game, yes. But in real life, no. After the game concluded, my grandson inquired about my latest oil paintings I had completed and were in the process of drying. He asked what was the most money I had ever made form one of my paintings. I responded that to date, I sold a 24"x30" abstract for $1,850 dollars and one of my recent 8"x10" works (that was still drying) sold for $250 dollars this week. He was very surprised. This is one of the big differences between real life and a game. That dollar figure was very real. As a result, I told him I have to take my art very seriously. It's my "true and real" career. It's all fun to toss around play paper money that is supposedly worth $100,000 dollars, and basically engage in fantasy, but real life isn't like that. Lots of victories and challenges. Ups and downs.

   Painting is my life  - and while it's fun, it's also not a game.

   Until nest time,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Ambition 2018

   While cleaning out a cluttered corner of my studio this morning, I came across an issue of Professional Artist magazine and began perusing its pages. The first article I stopped at was all about ambition. The dictionary defines the term as a strong desire to do or achieve something, typically requiring determination and hard work as well as an ardent desire for rank, fame, or power. Ambitions roots can be tied to a striving politician hungering for votes and clawing for power which connotes stepping on others to achieve status or fame. It's no wonder we feel so horrid at times about our own ambitions. They don't feel associated to the creative process in which its purest forms involves opening, deepening, and letting go - not plotting your next power play. So basically, there's nothing wrong with ambition; we just need the right role model or mentor.

   Yet ambition can be a positive force... the reason we push through a creative project. It can be the fuel we need to market our work and to present it out into the world - and not at the expense of others. I consider ambition to be a projects life force that moves through me... an activated desire. I have clarity about what I want and the perseverance to pursue it. I know ambition to be a powerful motivating factor to seeing my projects completion. Ambition has definitely kept me active and pursuing opportunities. I keep applying myself to new goals and stretching for things that may still be far out of my reach in the hopes of getting my art out into the world.

   "What I love about ambition is that "success" is a mountain with no top. There are endless vistas along the way where we get to rest a bit and enjoy the view before trekking on to what will transform us and our work next," states the author of the article Sage Cohen.

   Another article I read in the same magazine was about teaching art online. Hmmm. My inner wheels are turning. This week has alerted me to the wants and needs of various people in my community. I received a phone call from a former student of mine wanting me to teach palette knife painting, as well as possibly some other mediums, at her center of living. Over the course of this past weekend, I spent some time with my only grand-daughter who, off the cuff while I was teaching her the craft of rug hooking, said that I should be an art teacher - that I was good at teaching. I flashed back to the days almost 20 years ago when I taught art briefly in the public school system. Like many school systems today, there were far too many students in one class and I had to assign a grade to each and every art project that came across my desk. I've always felt that art shouldn't be "graded", but each work appreciated for it's merits.

   Eighteen months ago, my husband Dave has procured himself a much better digital camera that also has the capability to take decent video. When I received the magazine I was currently re-reading two years ago, we did not have the skills nor the equipment to produce a quality video. Perhaps I didn't realize it then, but maybe a seed was planted. Last night, the wheels in my head started turning concepts into ideas and things were in high gear. My goal is produce at least ten videos of my paintings from beginning to completion. I will have to re-prefect my knife painting techniques as it has been quite a long time since I've used one on a daily basis. The small local class my former student inspired me on will hopefully come to fruition and that will also get my feet wet again in regards to teaching, as I have not taught a class in well over five years.

   With said ideas and wheels turning in my head, I can sometimes get ungrounded. I had to dig out some of my older supplies and I had Dave go through the huge closet that's in my studio. He was about five minutes into the job when he asked me if I was sure they weren't the corner that I would eventually clean out. I didn't think so, but lo and behold, he was right. This is why I enlist his help with so many aspects of my art business - he keeps me grounded.

   Happiness is discovering. In the end, after all the decluttering, I found I had all the supplies I need to begin on this ambitious adventure. Yes, I am still involved with my sketchbook project that's going to New York and that is ahead of schedule. I won't start filming these videos until March after the sketchbook project is done and off to Brooklyn. I can block out an hour or two each day or as needed. I need to practice my creative process and get used to talking about it - to myself - as I go; that's going to be the weird part.

   I have to remember to take all this one day at a time. First things first. As I finished the article, I put the magazine down and raised my mug to take a sip of my now luke-warm tea. The quote on my tea bag stated the following; "If you let yourself be successful, you shall be successful." Works for me!

   Until next time,
   Jill

The Artists Life - The Important Things

   A man lies dying in a hospital bed and says the following to his doctor; "I spent my entire life stepping on people in order to get where I wanted to be, and now there's no one left for me. It's only now that I realize it's so simple. It's who you love and how you love. As for the rest of it - the rest of it never mattered." This is a powerful lesson found in the latest book I am reading entitled, The NOW Effect by Elisha Goldstein, PhD.

   "It is not too uncommon for people to spend their whole life waiting to start living." Eckhart Tolle.

   Now that I've thrown two very heavy and thought provoking quotes your way, how about psychology story. Trust me - this has a lot to do with art and being an artist. A philosophy professor stood in front of his class holding a large, empty bell jar. She began filling the jar with golf balls and when the balls reached the top, she asked her class, "Is the jar full?" To this, they all agreed. Then the professor took a bag of pebbles and poured them into the jar. Naturally, they filled the spaces between the golf balls. Again, she asked her class if the jar was full, and again they all agreed.

   The sly professor who was most assuredly trying to make a point, then produced and bag of sand and poured that into her jar, thus filling up almost all the remaining space. "It's full now, correct?" The class believing nothing more could fit into the jar proudly stated, "Yes!" The professor took a sip of her coffee and then proceeded to pour the remaining amount into the jar, filling very small voids that no one thought were there. "So what does this mean?", the professor asked. A smart-ass student raised his coffee mug and replied, "There's always room for coffee!" The students as well as the professor shared in a good laugh.

   The professor pondered the concept further; "Imagine this jar represents the space in your life. The golf balls represent what's most important - family, children, health, friends, and things you're passionate about. It's about the things that, at the end of your life, you would be glad you paid attention to. The pebbles are essential but less important - such as your house, car, and job. The sand is all the small stuff in life that you're trying not to sweat. Finally, the coffee - well, you've already answered that one."

   The professor continued, "There's room for all of this, but only if you put the golf balls in first. If you put either the pebbles or the sand in first, there won't be any room for golf balls. The way we pay attention to our lives works the same way. If you spend your attention or mental space sweating the small stuff in our lives, you won't have the capacity to pay attention to what is most imp[ortant to you."

   This story speaks to becoming more mindful of what really matters. Paying attention to the things that make you value in life is fundamental to your happiness. Is it your relationship to your partner, paying attention to your children, taking care of your body, making room for play, or living with greater ease? Time to make a list of what's truly important to you and me. What do we value? For me, it's my immediate family; my husband Dave, my children and grand-children, close friends, and even extended family. Second, my health, followed by my art, my home, car, and employment.

   This past Friday, Dave and I went over to our youngest daughter's house and spent time with her and her two young boys. Her oldest son, was studying about birds, parrots in particular, in school. He loves to draw, so we drew me a nice sketch which took about 15 minutes. When completed, he handed it to me and said, "It's a grand-parrot." We all stifled our laughs. It's moments like these that happen in an instant that makes our lives worth living.

   In the painting aspect of my life - you probably thought I'd never get to this part - I have been asked to teach a senior citizen art class in addition to my busy schedule that involves writing, my art sketchbook project that's heading to New York in the Spring, along with another commissioned oil painting. While it would only be one day a week, it's amazing what the process involves, and the organizations activities director and I have still yet to meet. I've already completed a pros and cons list, but I'll need more information before I can make the decision that's right for me.

   Creating a way to be aware of our values can help us break out of autopilot and guide us back to what really matters. So here's what I want you to do; get a jar and some golf balls or if that's not your speed, maybe some nice stones that aren't very big. Label them with something that really matters in your life. If you don't have a jar, (or golf balls or stones), you can always draw one. Actions do speak louder than words, so check to see where in your life are you actions to your values. Are you taking your partner out to dinner? If you have kids, are you spending, that wonderful 80's term, quality time with them? Are we responding to people as well as yourself with greater kindness and compassion without being a doormat? Are you involved with something your passionate about?

   Not to sound like a cliche, it's your life - make the most of it.
   Until nest time,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Roses In Winter

   For well over several decades, my creativity has gone down a long, winding path. For the past 12 months, I've been meticulously working on a special project, and yesterday, my husband Dave, procured the last bit of supplies I would need to finish it; and it will be completed 2+ weeks ahead of the deadline. It's a good feeling. Those feelings carry over to when and how I create - it's like a big circle. For example, when I create, I almost always have to be in the right mood. When I'm in that state of mind, the muse accompanies me just about every time. When those two aspects come together, I'm most often pleased with the results, whether the work is finished or still in progress. When I'm pleased, it's a good feeling. See what I mean?

   For me, it takes the courage of Hercules for me to sit my butt down, by myself, and focus long enough to begin something new. In most cases, the inspiration comes from a story someone tells me that might spark a vision to follow. Other times, it comes from an abstract of some sorts from nature. A few times, it has come from the photographs my husband takes and then shows me on his computer. If any of my readers live in the eastern two-thirds of the United States, or even if you don't and you've been following the news, just about everyone knows how cold it has been since the day after Christmas. If the temperatures aren't below zero, it's snowing like hell. I'll admit - it's been difficult to doodle snow; all I get is a blank white page. With the frigid temperatures, there has been incredible amounts of sea smoke out on the ocean water and in the harbor which is two blocks from my house. Sea smoke is like fog, and while it hangs low near the water, it looks like a cloud. The farther out to sea you go, the more sea smoke there is. It occurs when very cold air meets much warmer water. But being who I am, and possibly a typical (or untypical) artist, the gray sea smoke lost it's novelty after about a week. Maybe because I knew how cold it was outside and was getting tired of it.

   Dave and I watched a good movie last night with Robert Di Nero and Anne Hathaway, called The Intern. I related to Di Nero's character Ben right off the bat. While I'm not 70 years old nor a widower, he had traveled, read all kinds of books, tried yoga, joined groups, etc., but felt like he needed something else to occupy his time. He wasn't ready to just roll over, be old, and eventually die. He gets hired as an intern as part of a "senior mentor" program and the experiences with along with all differences between him and a slew of millennial's that work for this internet company is amusing to downright hilarious. He ends up partnering with the owner and CEO of the company whose name is Jules, and is literally young enough to be his grand-daughter. Throughout the movie, the relationship between Ben and Jules grows from awkward, to professional, to friendship. By the end of the movie, it seems that Ben is the person who Jules not only trusts the most, but confides in frequently. Through him, she realizes that she doesn't believe in herself as much as she says she does, she doesn't know it all, she can't do it all, but with a little help from friends, family, and close co-workers, she can accomplish these challenges. It also shows that there's no substitute for experience. I related to Ben's character because, like him in the beginning, I sometimes feel lost and drifting through my days while my husband is at work. And yes, I've tried yoga, I do Zumba once a week, I read all kinds of books, I paint, I write, I crochet - and yet it feels like I don't "do enough".

   At times, I wonder about the value of my paintings, my writing, as well as my life, as silly as that sounds. While I've sold a good number of works over the years, I've still created more than I've sold. I need to examine and find new ways for them to be seen this year... and hopefully sold. The literary / art project I'm working on this winter will help curb the tide of canvases coming into my studio.

   However, I had a glimmer of hope after watching the movie. Say what you want - "Jill... it's just a Hollywood movie." Yes, I agree with you. However, there was a specific message throughout the film; You're never too old to learn new things, and you're never too old... period.

   Until next time,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Come Sail Away With Me

   As I write this, 2017 has officially come to a close and 2018 is almost twelve hours old. My blog this week was going to be about a completely different topic, but a few days ago, I found out that a dear friend of mine had also left this Earth. He loved me as a father dotes on his own child. I am forever grateful that he came into my life. As quirky as we were over the years, he accepted my husband, two daughters, and I without judgement. He taught me many life lessons - the foremost one being true simplicity.

   Looking back over the decades, I have to admit that he was an uncomplicated man. What you saw is what you got. His small home and furnishings were, by most societal standards, sparse. There were barely any pictures on the walls, as he didn't want anything to distract him from the view from his house that was right on a lake. One of the most prominent aspects of his life that he cherished was peace and quiet. While he worked hard and provided for his family, I always found it ironic that he worked with noisy, heavy machinery for a paving company for years.

   It was a brief, odd journey over a few days last week that led me to the news of his passing. He had a very small circle of friends that he always kept private about, and according to his oldest son, he did not want an obituary published in any newspaper. I guess you could say that he was humble and modest to the end. However, he always supported me in my artistic ventures, even though he never understood my art. He commissioned an art work of mine for a neighbor way back in the late 80's, when I was just getting started. While he always did his best to appreciate my works, I always found it humorous by the look on his face that somewhere in the back of his mind he must have thought that many of my works were just borderline crazy.

    I remember his small home on the lake, his motorboat, his sailboat, my attempts at water-skiing, as well as the cookouts at sunset. He surrounded himself with beauty, and even though life had it's ups and downs, he radiated contentment about his life as well as his concern for others. Along with my husband, he gave the push to "...live the life that was ahead of me. Search for tomorrow. To try the best I can and to carry on." Even with that thought process, my life seems so vastly different than his. Maybe that's just the way it should be. I oil paint - hence, many of my paintings adorn my living space. In fact, my art seems to take over my living space. In order to sell my art, I have to dress up and put on a "show" of sorts. It seems that at too many times, I have to persuade people that my art and art in general has great value in our lives. Can you tell I don't like selling?

   But, if I don't sell my works, even when I just feel like giving them all away to good homes, I feel like I'm not projecting my worth and thus selling out. Selling myself short in other words. I put a great number of hours into my work and I (as well as many of my artist friends) believe our worth of being paid a fair market value. An elderly gentleman once told me, "... a pieced of art isn't completed until it's in the hands of an admirer." This was at a time when I was attempting to "move" some of my older works at inexpensive prices to make room for more current work. That technique did work as an ends to a means even though it didn't put a great deal of money in my pocket.

   We all know life isn't fair. We're not handed a "life is fair" card or certificate at birth or at any other time in our life. So - what am I going to do about it? I got motivated last year and showed at three different galleries in 2017. However, this is a new year with new possibilities. I am making contacts with more galleries for upcoming shows, as well as getting reestablished on-line and through art licensing companies. A new year... new possibilities.

   I am still alive. "The art of life is to live in the present moment, and to make that moment as perfect as we can by the realization that we are the expression of God himself. The best way to prepare for tomorrow is to make today all that it should be." - Emmet Fox

   "Do what you love." In loving memory of Pete Jalbert.

  

The Artists Life - Christmas Wishes

   It's Christmas Day 2017 and as I write this, it's snowing a pretty good clip as they say here in Maine. My husband Dave and I celebrated and exchanged gifts with each other, our daughters, as well as our grandchildren at three separate times. My youngest daughter's two boys are spending the holiday as well their week's vacation this year up with their father. As a result, we visited with them earlier than expected last Thursday afternoon and evening due to an incoming winter storm that arrived the next afternoon and lasted into Saturday afternoon. We all had a grand time eating home-cooked food, engaging in play as well as heartfelt laughter.

   By Saturday morning, the snow had changed to rain as the temperature rose to 45 degrees - and promptly washed away all the snow we received the night before. This was good news for our oldest daughter as she had to finish up some last minute Christmas shopping. We watched our two oldest grand-kids for over four hours so she could get everything done, home and hidden. We decided to give our presents to those two while they were here with us. It also gave my granddaughter and I time to get creative as one of her gifts was, as she put it, a "whoppin' art can". It was good to create designs and art projects from the heart and the imagination. My grandson and my husband are "pretty tight" as my grandson puts it. While the women created, the guys went into our den and Dave pulled out his toy car collection. He'll be 55 in 2018, and he still collects these little cars. He's done so for the past 51 years. He's passed a good number along to all his grandsons as well as our daughters. It's part of who he is and I think it's one thing that helps him stay young at heart.

   The festivities kept rolling along on Sunday as Dave and I went to our oldest daughter's house for a Christmas Eve gathering and meal - because yet another snow storm was coming tomorrow. The adults exchanged gifts and the grand-kids laughed as Dave had to plow through God-knows how many layers of duct tape. Sometimes I think I have a really weird family, but it's our creativeness and uniqueness shining through. My daughter gave me a framed enlargement of one of her photographs of a Maine harbor in the fall. The photograph was absolutely stunning!

   The best gifts and times are from the heart. Give me a piece of yourself - your imagination, your creativity, of what's truly positive inside you. You can't buy that at a store or on-line. Stepping back a bit in time, I received my first Christmas card this season on Black Friday. Ironically enough, one of my neighbors gave us a picture of herself and her cat. What could be more reflective of the giver? Over the past few weeks, we've received dozens of cards. Some were comical, others more serious and spiritual, one was of a Christmas tree full of photos of the staff of one of my doctors staff down in Portland. That one made me laugh because it was personable and unexpected.

   Here's my heart-felt gift to you. Most who know me, know that I'm a flower person. I've always liked poinsettias and I was moved to create a doodle and paint one that was inspired by a card I received last week. Enjoy!

   Until next time, enjoy all the holidays!
   Jill

The Artists Life - Christmas Angels

   Over the past year, seeing, or more to the point, being able to see, has been my main focus (no pun intended). If you remember, I began this year almost blind in my left eye. Believe it or not, I didn't notice any real difference at first. Then one day, while drinking a cup of tea (which blocked the vision of my left eye due to raising it to drink), and reading a book, I noticed the words I was viewing looked like I was reading through a funnel. I finally told my husband a few weeks later, when it wasn't improving, that I thought I needed a new pair of glasses. My husband whom has worn glasses much longer than I have and a family history of eye problems, told me to make an appointment with my eye doctor asap... like now! He very rarely "tells" me what to do, so I knew he was extremely serious.

   About a week later, my optometrist confirmed a preliminary diagnosis and promptly made an appointment for me at an eye surgery center in Portland about a week later. The diagnosis - a small hole in my macular which is part of my eye that's beneath the lens. My doctor and surgeon informed me that surgery was necessary or I'll lose sight in that eye completely. He informed me that he would insert a gas bubble into my eye and the pressure from it would close the hole. Needless to say, I was speechless from this consultation. However, he put me at ease and informed me he had done over a thousand of these same type of surgeries. I would be fine.

   Fast forward a few weeks later; the surgery went off without a hitch and I healed up just fine. The only downside to this process is that it accelerates the growth of a cataract to an extreme level - like within six months I would need cataract surgery. Fast forward again to last week; I had my cataract surgery and again my other phenomenal surgeon took care of me without even "batting an eye". While I'll need a new set of glasses in the next month, I can finally see out of both eyes. All the better to create and paint, my dears.

   Yesterday I had the chance to deliver Christmas cards as well as carol with my sole grand-daughter. We had a blast! As we walked around my neighborhood, we didn't even notice the chilly weather we've been having for the past few days.

   The bottom line is, we all have special gifts and talents to share with others to make their lives a little less sorrowful and that much better. Be sure to give a hug, or a smile, or even a casual hello. Don't let "just because it's Christmas" as an excuse to do it - practice it all year round. Spend time with someone who may not have the chance to spend time with friends or family this season. Spread the love and become a Christmas Angel. It will do you a whole heap of good as well.

   Until next time,
   Happy Holidays!
   Jill

The Artists Life - Wonder

   As the Christmas holiday quickly approaches, I am filled with a quandary; it's not a question as to whether to shop online or not, or what gift to buy, or just who to send cards to this year. I am swamped with mixed emotions. I realize that I'll never have the Christmases of my childhood back. In all reality, my childhood wasn't as bad as some other kids I knew, even though I lost my biological father at age five. Even at that young age, I had discovered art - I hadn't realized yet that it was an emotional as well as a creative outlet, but dang, was I having a blast! Looking back further, I never thought I would miss the loud, crazy chaos of a big family gathering. I'm a quiet person. So - what's my problem?

   I look out among the elderly people in my neighborhood and I know they won't be spending Christmas Day with anyone and I get instantaneously depressed. And I'm not even living their life. The days of having my own children to dote on are long gone. My youngest daughters kids are going to their fathers house for the holidays as well as vacation, so we'll be celebrating with them early. While I'll be celebrating Christmas Day with my other daughters family, her two children don't believe in Santa Claus anymore. We were all at a Christmas open house last weekend at a local transportation museum (which both kids love) and Santa arrived via a Cessna airplane. Even with all that hubbub, my granddaughter said to me afterwards, "I'm sure that guy who played Santa was good for the little kids, but he doesn't do it for me anymore." I wanted to cry. Our grand-kiddos are growing up, and it's getting a great deal more difficult to pull any wool over their eyes.

   The past is gone and the future hasn't arrived yet, so I wonder what this season will hold for us. I know it will contain the annual parties at several friends houses, church services and events, as well as visits with family and friends galore. However, my granddaughter said it best; "I just want to make people happy."

   One day at a time. I make myself happy with love, self-respect, and faith. I have to love myself before I can love anyone else. Note I didn't say "in love", but "love". If I was "in love" with myself instead of "loving" myself, I'd be a self-centered, egotistical bitch. Not fun. One way I made myself happy this week was continuing to dabble in my doodle series of works. I am happy with the results. Next month starts the sketchbook project that will end up in New York. I'm excited by the anticipation that I'm feeling now.

   As for another right now, since I've finished writing this weeks blog, it's off for a walk in the season's first snowfall. Fresh air, fresh snow, and fresh ideas for art works! Can't beat that!

   Until next time, may the small things that are ordinary bring you joy,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Windows To My Soul

   I just finished reading the book, Five Wishes - How Answering One Simple Question Can Make Your Dreams Come True, by Gay Hendricks. The author is at a party schmoozing, but he hates making small talk. He meets a fellow named Ed who asks him to "...imagine you're on your death bed, tonight or fifty years from now. Was your life a complete success? If you're life wasn't a complete success, what would be the things you'd wish had happened that would have made it a success?"

   Wow! How do you answer that? However you answer this pondering thought, this question penetrated to the heart of an issue he needed to face; What am I really doing here on this planet? What is my life purpose? Do I have a sacred mission? The author's first wish was for a long term loving relationship, which thank God, I have. Going on 33 years and still strong!

   Now take whatever wish you thought of and turn it into a goal, then bring it into the present tense. Right here, right now - as if it's happening at this moment. In the author's case, he could take that wish and say, "My life is a total success because I am enjoying a long and happy marriage with a woman I adore and who adores me. I'm enjoying a lifelong blossoming of passion and creativity with her." His wish did end up coming true because he decided to make a commitment to the woman he was with. He allowed love to grow. The experienced the same result with his second as well as his third wish, which was about totally completing tasks 100%, as well as completing a written record of everything of significance he learned while on Earth.

   Concluding his wishes were to feel the presence of God all the time; to know what divinity is and how the universe was created in addition to have the gift to truly savor life. He wanted to go beyond being here here now, for the magic of life happens in the now. Take it easy... breathe...

   For me, I can honestly say that I am content and successful in my day to day living. I've learned to call on God first everyday and meditate and I have my true soul mate. I've cleared the wreckage of my past, and I flow in the river of love daily. I continue to work at being genuinely happy and doing things for my own personal development. Still being able to create art after all these years, sharing it with others, as well as making a few dollars from it is just gravy in the grand scheme of things.

   "From the perspective of your death bed what matters in that your final breath comes in with the sweet satisfaction of a life fulfilled and goes out with the blessing of a life complete. Even in the perspective of right now, what matters is that your next breath energizes your intention to fulfill your destiny." The challenge is to change one's life. I was fortunate enough before it was too late to realize to take the action to change mine.

   Until next time,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Mapping My Journey

   The featured painting in today's post is one of my early works; Rainy Day Irises. The oil painting is also still one of my favorites. I was inspired to paint it while my two then-young children napped. I needed something to pass the time and it was absolutely pouring out on an early June afternoon. I peered out one of my living room windows and my gaze fell upon my flower garden. How beautiful, I thought - even in the rain. During that period of my art career, if you could call it that, I was using a wet technique of oil painting on canvas. Most of my subjects back then were either floral or landscapes and I used the local scenery as inspiration.

   In the late 80's and early 90's, I used to use a primer called Miracle White, that not only primed the canvas, but also kept it wet, so blending was much easier to do. When actually doing the painting, I would use light strokes and somewhat minimal paint. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as my husband and I didn't have much money to spare back then and my supplies went farther! The real challenge with a wet technique, however, was if one used multiple strokes especially when combined with a substantial amount of oil paint, the result was usually a muddy mess. This process worked well for me at the time for several reasons; I could finish a painting in two hours or less, the canvas had a quicker than average drying time, and both of which were key with two kids under the age of four!

   The iris painting was a little different compared to the works I had done in the past. This painting was lavished with a thicker coat of primer than normal and before it was dry, I layered the background with a pale dark teal blue. I also used a painting knife as my primary tool. The entire process lasted just over an hour, but the satisfaction of a job well done has lasted me for more than 20 years. This painting is the only work of it's kind to have survived from that time period (1985-1995) that is still in my personal collection. Just about all of my works from those first 10 years were painted over, although a good number of smaller works (and one mural) did sell. By the early summer of 1995 was when I completed my degree in Fine Art. My professors had taught me detailed, dry techniques that I use to this day. And I must admit years later, that the dry process is far more forgiving than just one or two brush strokes.

   The wet / one stroke technique demands planning, clarity of thought, and allows zero room for second guessing a choice. There is only marginal area for correction. If the work is deemed a "mistake", then usually the entire canvas is painted over and the process begins again. The dry technique is a much slower, but less demanding process that does allow a person to change their mind and/or direction. It's also possible to paint over just a small section rather than the entire canvas.

   I, as was my art, changing in the Spring and Summer of 1995. Prior to that, a wet technique was all I really knew or was familiar with. It's similar to life that way - we do what we know to do - until we learn a better way. It's all in the journey.

   Until next time,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Art History 001

   Yesterday my husband Dave and I thoroughly enjoyed the company of our two oldest grandchildren. Our oldest daughter, was having a heck of a time with a migraine that came out of nowhere in the early morning hours and asked if we could take the kids until at least early evening. Sure... not a problem. The holidays and all that involves is right around the corner and I know we won't see the grand-kiddos on some weekends because they'll want to go shopping in Portland. Strike while the iron is hot. Time stands still for no one. Whatever.

   Since it was a beautiful sunny day, and even braving the temperatures in the mid-30's, we began our afternoon at the local playground so they could burn off a little energy. After about 45 minutes, and yours truly getting cold from bench sitting, we headed home for a late lunch. One can tell our oldest grand-kids are getting older - even though they're just over a year apart, they are so diverse from each other. Everything from music, to food, to movies. It is nearly impossible to get them to agree on something mutual. However, while my husband and grandson were being foodies in the kitchen, making some very creative muffins (and who knows what else), my granddaughter and I engaged in some art. She found a coloring book and markers in the "kid corner" of our living room and began finishing a swan picture she began last Spring.

   Out of the blue she asked, "When did people begin making pictures?" Wow... like wow. In an instant, my mind went rolling back through the decades to when I was in college and a class that was required for my art degree, Art History 101. How in the world am I going to explain, centuries - if not thousands of years - of creating to a 10-year old who thinks waiting more than 10 minutes for anything is "like... forever." Old school verses uber-millennial. Ironically, we bond together like Earth and water, so I'd tried psyching myself up that this won't be too difficult.

   "Well," I began, "people began drawing pictures on cave walls with burnt wood from fires, kinda like charcoal, of the animals they wanted to hunt for dinner. It was a way of communicating, planning, and praying so they would hopefully get some food."
   "Was that like before you guys were born?" she asked.
   "Oh no honey, it was more like after the dinosaurs left," I responded.
   "Whoa, THAT long ago?" she pondered.
   "Yes - then after the cave men, people moved to places like Babylon and Egypt. They used dried plants as paper, small pieces of burnt wood, and even other plants to make colored ink out of." As I was reeling this off, I couldn't help but notice how rusty my memory had gotten. "All kinds of people from way back used pictures and symbols and art work to communicate. Those symbols eventually became letters. People added sounds to the letters which became words as well as writing. Eventually, it evolved into computers, keyboards, and screens. But all this took several thousand years."

   Satisfied with my answer, thank goodness, I also realized that time has truly wrought many changes. If we didn't add the words, does the picture tell it's own story? My husband agreed with me where sometimes it does; sometimes not. There are instances where words are not necessary. At other times, it adds to the picture, even when we know full well what the subject is.

   The story can make pictures come alive. I had four doodles to chose from this week - one of rain drops, the second was of a sunrise over the ocean, a third was one of the seashells on one of the window sills in my studio, and finally a ladybug planter holding a Parade Rose. I chose the rose because I received it as a Mother's Day gift from my oldest daughter. I appreciate this gift a great deal because of the joy I receive when I think of my daughter and all the happy memories I have of her. My granddaughter reminds me of her as well... especially when trying to teach Art History 001!

   Until next time,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Visual Hopes

   Art is "engaged" work that is top-rooted in the issues and circumstances of our lives, whether political, ecological, or spiritual. I become a catalyst for creating positive futures as I nurture my hopes into visual action through my practice, processes, and projects. This is compassionate altruistic and transformative work. My visual hopes are actions that forge enlargements in different ways. Some are generally profound and imbued with subtlety. Some empower solidarity through collaborative exchange, while others address underlying misalignment's through direct activism.

   My work and artistic presence in the world is mainly derived at bringing beauty to public awareness. I stand up ad in for all that is beautiful in life. The critical needs of our planet that are going unmet is due to a lack of caring for the beauty that engulfs us. We pollute the air, seas, and land in some way - we all do. Pollution is the greatest suffering upon the Earth, as people - even in our own country - do not have clean water. The human psyche is hard-wired for beauty.

   The nature of my artistic "actions" is to display my art work in the hopes it will inspire viewers to seek beauty and to keep clean their corner of the world. God shapes my perspective of hope in that good always overcomes evil - as hokey as that sounds in these modern times.

   I believe it is important for me to keep creating. Exploring the nature of a doodle is part of my creative process now. How does a doodle change the world? By changing me and my feelings about any given day. As long as my outlook is positive and I effect others with my smile and genuine well-wishes, then I've made the world a better place - at least in my small corner of it.

   Until next time,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Wild Wonders

   The weather this week stormed in, quite literally, with heavy rains and almost hurricane wind gusts. Trees fell, limbs toppled onto power lines, and some folks were without power for five days. I prayed for the safety of my family as they all ventured out to work or their college classes. My youngest daughter found out she had no classes last Monday once she arrived at the university, which is a 45 minute drive one way. Ont the return home, she got stranded in the town of Searsport when a large tree fell and totally blocked Route 1. For a moment, she thought about taking other routes, but reports of debris blocking other ways home, made that option inaccessible. So, she did the next best thing - waited things out with other stranded travelers at the nearby Dunkin' Doughnuts. That's my girl!

   I feel extremely privileged to be able to work from home, especially on days like these. Even with that blessing, it was still difficult for me to concentrate on either painting or writing with the wind howling and the rain pelting hardily on my windows.  In the midst of all this, I'm in the process of changing things up yet again - stretching my creative muscles if you will. I completed my latest project, which was 30 abstract 7"x10" inch gouache paintings that will be sold as some really funky clothing and/or textile designs.

   I was chatting with a friend of mine to see if she still had power and was weathering the storm (as if I could do anything about it at that time). Somehow, after about 20 minutes, we got on to the subject of doodling. According to Wikipedia, a doodle is a drawing made while a person's attention is otherwise occupied. Doodles are simple drawings that can have concrete representational meaning or may just be composed of random and abstract lines, generally without ever lifting the drawing device from the paper, in which case it is usually called a "scribble". When I admitted to my friend that I never doodled before, my phone nearly dropped out of my hand by her reaction and surprise. "You've NEVER doodled before?!? You're kidding! I did it all the time in high school when I was bored. Try it - just put the pen to the paper and don't stop moving. At minimum, don't think too much about it."

   I've been reading a book entitled, "The Muse Is In: An owner's manual to your creativity" by Jill Badowsky. She highlights the book with quips and quotes and then inspires the reader to either compose a poem, draw a doodle, or do some free-writing about what the particular quote meant to them. This past Thursday, I gathered my drawing ink pens and chose the one with the thinnest nib. I was weary and unsure of myself. To ease my mind a little, I began with a scribble. After a minute or two, I reaffirmed to myself that what I was doing was not doodling!

  Okay - at that point, as short-lived as it was, I threw in the towel. To make matters worse, and adding to my distraction, there was some sort of construction going on across the street with all kinds of digging, trucks, and back-loaders. However, a few hours later after all the noise stopped, I reassessed my scribble. I began associating words with it; What do I see? How do I feel? Once I had these concrete ideas and concepts down, my scribble at least had a theme.

   After I was done scribbling, then doodling, and then drawing, I took out my gouache paints and added color to the composition. In the end, I really didn't know what to call my work that I just completed. I kinda labeled it an awkward doodle-painting. The piece is not like any of my other works and I'm still not sure whether I even like it or not. To be honest, I never thought of doodling as work. Even so, I'm finding it difficult to just "Let go and let it happen".

   I have no idea what will come out next.
   Until next time,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Make Life Your Art

   Everything in life is art. Think about that phrase for a moment. One of my many mantras fro years was "Make your art your life." However, after all these years, I have to change it - make your life your art. Why? Because every positive thing that comes from you or me is art. From your walk, to how you smile at a passing stranger, to how you warmly love someone, even the way you chose to feel is art.

   When I was younger, I used to think my mother was absolutely crazy. Every month, magazines galore would arrive in our mailbox and she would pour over them. She would find one creative idea after another - anything that "looked interesting" to her. At some point afterwards, she would visit the local craft shop or department store, in search of supplies. Once the bags of seeming odds and ends would arrive back home, she would assemble these "interesting looking" projects to the best of her ability. You name it - she was creating it.

   I didn't realize it at the time, but my Mom was showing me one of her secrets to her happiness. I'm currently reading a book (yes, another one) on creativity and towards the back, it lists creations that the reader can do every day of each month, providing one has the time of course. I also have a wonderful artistic friend who has been blessed with the room, the time, and the money to host wonderful events - ranging from cookouts, to holiday parties, to the most recent event this weekend, the annual pumpkin carving party. Yesterday afternoon, my husband and I drove to her home and shared in a festive good time along with about 20 other people. The get-together was filled with pumpkins, spider guacamole, ghoulish meatballs, devilish cheeses, chocolate / pretzel witch broomsticks, and plenty of laughter.

   The design I chose was of a crescent moon, a pumpkin, and a bat. Then began the arduous task of cutting around the stem for the lid and scooping out the seeds and the guts inside. The feeling I get when I'm performing this task is not very high on my "yippee" list - as I'm not a fan of the sticky, slimy goop. My husband, on the other hand, says that's half the fun. He had his work cut out for him (n pun intended) as he did a skull that seemed to be a combination of Mardi Gras, the Day Of The Dead celebration from Mexico, and something from the early 70's all rolled into one. We used scooper's, big and little knives, and my hubby used a battery-powered mini caving saw.

   In the end, the pumpkin creations were as varied as the personalities that attended - one could say as unique as each persons fingerprints. They ranged from a barn, to traditional Halloween favorites, to a bubbling cauldron complete with fire underneath. Everyone was into the spirit of things and had a great time. I will admit, I am out of my element and my league when it comes to crafts. I hate following directions - this is why I paint. It is also the reason why I hate to cook. But that is me. To thine own self be true. I hope you can "find your fun" and turn your life into art.

   "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments, both big and small, that take our breath away." - Anonymous

   Go have fun - until next time,
   Time for me to paint,
   Jill

The Artists Life - Warm Wishes

   I just finished reading one of my favorite books, "Make Your Creative Dreams Real" by SARK (Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy) and when I turned one of the pages, a Christmas postcard from a deceased neighbor dropped out and landed face up on the floor. Memories flooded me - not only about my neighbor, that former neighborhood we used to live in, but also the dream of creating cards.

   Most people wouldn't know it, but I'm a nostalgia buff. The postcard depicted a cozy fire in a brick fireplace with festively-wrapped presents off to one side. I briefly thought of our old farmhouse we owned over 15 years ago and then sold in 2006 when my husband and I started to downsize. That farmhouse made me feel "at home". The cape that was built in 1820, with it's antique decor, wide pine floor boards, and rainbow colors, surrounded me like a warm familiar comforter blanket. Ironically, as large as the house was, there was no real studio space for me to create like I had before and since then. Back at the turn of the millennium, I still worked a full-time position in a local school department, working with junior and high school students as well as teaching art. Whether it was at the end of the day or the week, there was precious little time left to pursue my private activities, although somehow I managed to squeak in some journaling as well as being able to finish a painting over the course of 1-2 months. Back then, I had artistic dreams all over the place; from painting full time, to making cards, to God knows what else.

   Fast forward to October 2017. I've had an interesting week - I still managed to paint every morning for about an hour and a half on abstract designs. My husband and I then photograph the paintings, transfer the files onto our computer, where we use a program to create a quad-reverse (also known as a 4-fold mirror) and transform the design into something totally new that ranges from beautiful to totally off-the-wall. I hope to sell these designs to textile companies or through art licensing companies.

On Wednesday, I had a new acquaintance stop over to my home and she commented on a large 30"x40" oil painting that her recently-married daughter would absolutely love. I let it go to a newlyweds home. Thursday was my Zumba class, which I always look forward to. In recent weeks, we've welcomed a new instructor and she's been full of surprises. One week she wore electric dance leggings (not literally, but design-wise - I may have found an outlet for my designs). This past week, she brought in scarves with silver medallions all around them. These scarves were tied around the waist (and covered our butts). When we moved our hips - we jangled as well. I took a sky blue scarf and tied it on... and started wiggling. I was a kid in a candy store. This one little accessory ramped up my dancing class to a whole new level of fun!

   On Friday morning, my abstract painting reflected my energy level. I felt young, excited and eager to face this day. That afternoon was also the party to celebrate my 2nd oldest grandsons 8th birthday. Prior to that, I walked a 2-mile trail through the woods near our local medical center that meanders down by the ocean. Along this path, people leave and take Grace Rocks (which I also painted for a number of years - another dream fulfilled). A vast number of different rocks have been exchanged all summer. The best one I've found so far read "Shine On". To top the week off, my husband purchase some day-glow orange (literally) nail polish since it's getting close to Halloween.

   So what does my past week have to do with fulfilling dreams? That while I need to keep painting - I also need to stay full of positive energy. This will keep me in the proper mindset and maintain the drive to keep pursuing my dreams and allow them to come to fruition.

   Until next time, warm wishes.
   Jill