December 16, 2010

A Miraculous Christmas?

Ah Christmas... such an "interesting" time of year.  Even now as I write about it, I really don't know quite how to feel.  I know I should be happy and cheerful but I'm not, mostly because yet again another Christmas year approaches and I didn't get it right.  This year has been especially difficult to get it right, not just for me but for so many people.  How can we get it right when incomes are cut, jobs are lost and so much fear of the future.  Yet we all want that Martha Stewart perfect Christmas.  I confess I want it, I will always want it because it's pretty and perfect and well, not like me.  

In this grand Christmas effort there always comes a point where I have to look at from the beginning.  Mary - a virgin, not your skanky kind of girl, found herself miraculously pregnant and pretty much all hell broke loose for her and her fiancee Joseph.  Not an ideal beginning for a new marriage.  But both Mary and Joseph encountered an angel of God and believed his word and promises.  They believed what might have sounded to me insane.  Then just about when this miraculous baby is due, the government places harsh demands on them and they must travel to be counted.  And while traveling she goes into labor and has to have her baby, the child of God, in a barn.  Just imagine, you see a cow, a donkey, cow poopy, and then a newborn baby, why yes, that IS the son of God.  Then some freaked out shepherds show up kneeling if not groveling at the feet of this newborn with their lambs making enough noise to wake the baby, the baby that is the Son of God.  Good grief!  This birth, the one that brought us all this overwhelming, over consuming, over stimulating Christmas was far from perfect, ideal and easy. 

So how do I, an average Joe, think I'm going to created anything perfect or ideal?  And every Christmas I get the Martha Stewart smack down.  Even today as I sat in my seat for 8 hours of jury duty, with a throbbing toothache - because of a filling I had replaced the day prior, I wondered how was I going to do it all and with what money.  I simply looked at the list and just realized I couldn't and I crossed off some things.  I guess that would be the "cow poopy" part of my story.  Then I when I got home I noticed the Christmas wreath that was hanging on my front door was gone, stolen -- the one my friend made, the only one I had.  Yes, definately Christmas isn't going to be perfect this year.  But GOOD NEWS people, whether you believe what I do or not, Christmas will still be. There is much to be anticipated, do I really believe that to be true?  Can there possibly be joy in the chaos, in the Christmas  that doesn't go as planned?  I have to believe!
My wish for you is that you believe in spite of the disappointments, thwarted plans and "cow poopy" that surrounds you.  Believe in a miraculous birth!

December 9, 2010

It's a French Thing

I've told you all about my love for Lafayette Square before - a taste of Paris in St. Louis - and I've painted so MANY watercolors of this part of town that you must be sick of me.  But I never grow tired of it.  I paint a little, dream a little and get a little taste of Paris too - in the form of a chocolate croissant to be exact.  My absolute most favorite cafe is Rue Lafayette and before I met or even knew the owner Araceli I came here at least once a week to sit and remember my one visit to Paris so many years ago.  I eat my chocolate croissant, trying not to devour it in three bites, sip my coffee and enjoy the view.  No matter what time of year I come, it is beautiful.  It's one of the nicest things I do for myself. And, if you ever come visit me it's definitely a place I will take you.  So it is with so much excitement and honor that Araceli has invited me to show a few of my Lafayette Square paintings at her shop this Sunday.


And, for the first time I've had several 8x10 giclee prints made for purchase as well. (like the one pictured above)  It's the perfect Sunday too because the Holiday Parlor Tour will be going on as well and you can get a peek inside of some of the Square's most fabulous historic homes.
So, dress in your most cozy cuddly coat, twist your scarf up like a Frenchmen, take the tour and finish up at Rue Lafayette.  See you there.   

November 18, 2010

Time

Today, a busy day (but then isn't every day a "busy" day), I'm posting a quote that I need tattooed on my forearm so I can read as I'm speeding through life and sometimes even art.

What makes us truly human may not be how fast we are able to accomplish a task, but what we experience fully, carefully and quietly in the process. - Makoto Fujimura

I know this isn't a new idea, I've written of the importance of slowing down and taking your time before.  But a couple of weekends ago I was reminded once again of this.   I was a teaching a small group of beginning artists how to paint in watercolors.  I kept it simple and had my students paint an apple.  The most important thing I believe for beginners is to help them see - see the light, shadow and how color reflects.  And while seeing transfer the best you can - with a little instruction from me on to your paper.  I find it fascinating how people really enjoy and learn from this fairly simple, slow but thoughtful exercise.  But, I had one student who rushed through, painted the apple, the napkin the wood of the table ...and whatever else he saw and he was finished.  I thought for sure he wanted to shout, "I win".  I pointed out a few elements he missed in his hurry, sat beside him and made him ONLY paint the apple and look at it.  Sure he was a good draftsman but in his hurry he didn't create the best picture he was capable of.  His girlfriend beside him confirmed that he rushes through everything he does.  "He does everything in a hurry, " she said.  That little lesson taught all of us something!  And now I'm wondering can art change life, the every day life? 

With so much around me pulling at me for my time and attention, I have to choose how I will spend my days.  I could kick myself for all the time I spend on the web reading about other artists, or Facebook envying "friends" or even three stations on my "no cable" TV.  Because I want to grow as an artist I need to take the time and do the work and not speed through it saying look how much I got done today.  

Here's a letter from John Mayer that I really like and think he hits the nail on the head like only John can do. 


Greetings from the land of complete thoughts and a strong sense of self worth!

A lot of you are wondering why I decided to quit Twitter. And I’m ready to explain it to you now that I’m off Twitter and can explain anything in a salient manner. It occurred to me that since the invocation of Twitter, nobody who has participated in it has created any lasting art. And yes! Yours truly is included in that roundup as well. Let me make sure that statement is as absolute and irrevocable as possible by buzzing your tower one more time: no artwork created by someone with a healthy grasp of social media thus far has proven to be anything other than disposable.

By now you’ve called up the fail whale and his birdie friends and told them to get their brass knuckles ready cause a fight is fixin’ to go down. But hear me out.

Has any artist, since they’ve begun to give you daily insights into their life created their best work yet? Are the best writers of our time on Twitter? You rip Tina Fey for shitting on the construct but she’s busy penning the best show on television. Aaron Sorkin says he’s never used Facebook, a statement that the guardians of the internet are up at arms over, yet he makes an artistic contribution that the media sites are talking about so much that they’ve developed that gross white stuff at the corners of their mouths. (What is that stuff?)

Those who decide to remain offline will make better work than those online. Why? Because great ideas have to gather. They have to pass the test of withstanding thirteen different moods, four different months and sixty different edits. Anything less is day trading. You can either get a bunch of mentions now or change someone’s life next year.

Hey, I didn’t make the rules. I’m just telling you what I’m pretty sure they are.

I’m not knocking Twitter for those who are trying to make a name for themselves. Some people need all the RTs they can get today. But for those who have already established themselves it’s a slow erosion of the artistic notion.

Great art has survived the changes in technology, from wax cylinder to tape to Pro Tools and beyond, but this is different. This affects the writing, the conception. You want to know the best way a musician can start making shit music? If they start referring to themselves as a “brand.” I’d rather hear an artist refer to themselves in the third person than as a “brand.” Jif peanut butter is a brand. A singer is a soul. People who think of themselves as a “brand” subsequently refer to themselves as “marketing” their “brand”. And when you convert your art into the art of real-time brand management, I suddenly have no more interest in it. I don’t respect marketing alone. Anybody can market something now. And that’s cool. When it’s time to market something.

I’m not a brand, and I don’t refer to myself in the third person. I’m a dude who plays guitar and writes songs. When I’m done writing and recording them I will market them. Luckily for those who are cracking their knuckles ready to knock my point of view, that won’t be for a long while. Because good shit takes a long time.

And this is going to take a very long time.

Currently listening to: everything -JM

November 4, 2010

Hang on Little Tomato

Brrr... chilly nights and I have just a few tomatoes hanging on the vine.  I'm sad to see them go and I've been thinking of this lovely little song written and performed by Pink Martini called "Hang on Little Tomato".  It makes me happy.  Go listen to it here.  Someday I'm going to illustrate this song.  I think it would make a great children's book.

The sun has left and forgotten me
It's dark, I cannot see
Why does this rain pour down
I'm gonna drown
In a sea
Of deep confusion

Somebody told me, I don't know who

Whenever you are sad and blue
And you're feelin' all alone and left behind
Just take a look inside and you'll find

You gotta hold on, hold on through the night

Hang on, things will be all right
Even when it's dark
And not a bit of spark
Sing-song sunshine from above
Spreading rays of sunny love

Just hang on, hang on to the vine

Stay on, soon you'll be divine
If you start to cry, look up to the sky
Something's coming up ahead
To turn your tears to dew instead

And so I hold on to his advice

When change is hard and not so nice
You listen to your heart the whole night through
Your sunny someday will come one day soon to you.

November 3, 2010

Makoto Fujimura

This summer my brother loaned me a book entitled Refractions - A Journey of Faith, Art and Culture written by a Nihonga (Japanese-style painting) artist, Makoto Fujimura .  I have been chewing on it all summer and finally have decided this is a book I need to always have at my finger tips.  Regardless of your spiritual bent I think this book can speak to the soul of every individual who is an artist and wonders what place he or she has in this world.  For years and I have mourned the fact that didn't have a draw or talent for medicine, accounting, lawyering (I know it's not a word) - practical gifts.  Gifts that are deemed worthy because of their ability to bring in money.  I've always wondered allowed to God, "Why did you make me love painting and writing so much."  All my life I've heard that these things I love to do are "only" or "just" hobbies.  In fact just a couple of weeks ago a woman said to me while referring to my art, " I don't have any hobbies like you Amy."  I was screaming inside.  HOBBY!?!?!  But that is our culture.  Art seems to hold a lesser place than let's say accounting.  Art is just a nice hobby.  Is it?

For you new artists exploring your creative side, it might at first feel like a hobby, but then at some point you will realize this is as important as your heart or lungs or feet to your existence.  Mr. Fujimura delves into the spiritual importance of art and points out how art changes our world, reflects a better world and is as important to humanity as any other profession.  I'm flustered in my words trying to tell you how good this book is, just go read it.  You'll see.

October 25, 2010

Thank you to the St. Louis Art Fans


Thank you for coming to the Art Underground Fall Quarterly  Show.  This show was very personal to me – my first show,  in my favorite part of the city, at my brother Phil’s amazing home.  I never dreamt I would end up living in St. Louis.  But it’s been a city I’ve fallen in love with since moving here three years ago.  These watercolors are an exploration and documentation of my new home town.  Lafayette Square in particular is my favorite part of the city and I’ve been coming here to paint from day one.  I love that I’ve found a home in a city full of history yet brimming with possibility.  There’s a great deal more of exploring and painting to be done here.

I dedicated this show to Philip and Becca Woods,
“Thank you for your big love and steady faith!”

October 15, 2010

Art Underground Art Show - October 23

Abbey on the Park
Write it in ink folks.  My first and biggest art show here in St. Louis will be in approximately a week.  I'm so excited and yes, a little stressed.  I'll be framing all weekend long - and if you are a reader of my blog at all you know how much I really dislike framing...grrrr.  But it is coming together.  I do find when I take my time, it just works.  Here are more details about the show on this here website  ART UNDERGROUND.  I'm so honored to be sharing the space with two other artists. One of the artists John White is a photographer who moved to St. Louis the same time I did three years ago and this is his first show as well.  For those of you not local, I will be posting pictures of the show and will be making a few prints available for purchase after the show - like the abbey above.  I hope to see you if you can make it and please do find me.  I'll be the one sweating but smiling.
Abbey on the Park
1505 Missouri Ave. #2E
Saint Louis, MO
October 23
6:00 pm to 11:30 pm

September 25, 2010

Smooth Sailing?

... nothing by blue skies... If only

This past week I received and e-mail from someone who visited my blog and wanted some advice.  Interestingly she was asking for advice on life questions that had nothing to do with art.  I was surprised on a couple of levels the first being that non- visual artists DO read art blogs and the second surprise was her statement that said "it is so good to see a woman rise above and and turn things around in such a positive way."  I said that out loud to Kitty who was bathing herself next to me and I do believe she rolled her eyes.  I have been thinking about this for awhile and it's flattering as heck but the reality is that my life isn't one that is the most positive.  I simply choose to ONLY write positive inspiring words on this blog.  I need it and you need it.  But that certainly doesn't mean my life is perfect.  There are a few things that have helped me get through tough times like unemployment, divorce, more unemployment and just that fear that keeps you up through the night where you think you are going to crack just from crying so hard.  And these things are...

1. My creative abilities
2. Great wonderful friends who encourage me and laugh with and AT me.
3. My family 

And all of these things are gifts from God.  So because so much has been given to me I feel compelled to used this blog to bring good, beauty, encouragement to those who read it.  Like you, I get battered all day and most days and from many directions.   For me to use this blog to bash life, bash my job, people or god forbid other artists, I would just be contributing more pain and ugliness.  I determined long ago that this would not be the place for that.  So please fellow bloggers, artists, struggling souls, remember when you watch the "stars" on TV, read a blog, look at your neighbor they don't have it all together and somehow you missed the boat.  We can craft a life for display.  I chose to create a blog that uplifts.  I'm not trying to hide my inadequacies, just not focus on them.  But most importantly,  please don't wait to have a perfect life, a perfect set up, a perfect ______(fill in the blank) before you let your creative spirit fly.  I've had to learn to paint while crying.  And trust me, you paint just as well, if not better.      

September 23, 2010

Peonies

Peonies are long past, but this is a little 8X10 watercolor I did this spring and finally got around to posting.  But just a reminder to all you gardeners, fall is the time to transplant and divide this beautiful flower.  I'll be doing that in a few weeks and to those local, I'll be happy to share if you would like a peony for your yard.

September 20, 2010

My Flowers

Where flowers bloom so does hope
 Lady Bird Johnson

I guess I was growing hope as much as flowers this year.  This little vase holds all flowers I grew this year - marigolds, bitty zinnias and lavender.  For more info about this painting just go here. And there's alot more hope where that came from.

(Thanks Sue at A Brush with Color for having so many great quotes that I borrow!  She's a kindred spirit - watercolor artist and quote collector.)

September 19, 2010

Zinnias, Zinnias, Zinnias

For purchase info click here.
It seems like such a long, long summer - so very hot and full of lots of work and even more changes.  But one thing that keeps me sane is that you really can't screw up when you plant zinnias.  They are the easiest to grow and I must say the happiest flower I know.  It looks like they're laughing in my yard.  It's a gray, rainy day here in St. Louis so I must hurry and get back to my place on the couch and enjoy the dreary coolness.  (My cat is snoring as I type this - silly thing.)
To purchase click here

September 5, 2010

These Times

"Whether it's the best of times 
or the worst of times, 
it's the only time we've got." - Art Buchwald

Hope you all enjoy your day tomorrow - love Labor Day.  I look forward to more beautiful weather and a day of painting some flowers from my garden.  My marigolds and zinnias did well this year, but heck if you can't grow marigolds.... Make the most of your time, I will, even if it means sitting still and breathing.

August 27, 2010

First Watercolor Painting (gasp)

It was this time of year nineteen years ago that I signed up for my first watercolor class.  And this here is the "lovely" (cough) little painting I did in the basement of my parents house testing out my new watercolors that I bought for the class.  This old set of chest of drawers sat very patiently while I painted it on heavy sketch paper - not even watercolor paper.  Over the years of cleaning and moving eight times, I kept this beginning.  It's a reminder of growth.  I can look back and say,   
"See I HAVE improved and I have proof." 

I only wish I could say this was true for many other areas of life.  As we age do we improve?  I'm a bit of skeptic these days. "Things" just don't get better because I get older.  Improvement is imminent when a person is deliberate.  I have been diligent at becoming a better artist.  It has been slow and frustrating but I do see improvement.  This little painting leaves me wondering what other areas of life should I be working on with the same diligence and perseverance. Patience with people? Generosity? Being less self-absorbed?  yes Yes YES.  Today, I think watercolor painting is easier...

August 14, 2010

SPAIN - The Watercolors

Welcome .It's been nearly a month since my vacation in Spain.  I haven't been out of the country for many many years and so this was quite an adventure... sometimes an exhausting adventure especially since I know very little Spanish.  But there are elements of vacation that I LOVE and they remain the same no matter where I go.  To me vacation is more than just laying around - it's a vacation of the senses-new sites, new sounds, new tastes.   
The Royal Botanical Gardens in Spain.  I spent several hours sketching while my travel bud slept on a bench.

An old building in a Madrid square done in pen and "loosened" up with water.

I can always find geraniums. This is pool side in Tenerife at a beautiful new resort on the south side of the island.  Lots of tourists from Europe come here to vacation.

Pool side at the Regency Country Club La Estania.  I was up very early and sat and watched the sun rise.  The light is so different in this part of the world.  The Canary Islands are close to the northern part of Africa.  And I loved painting these white empty chairs before all the topless tourists filled them.
Looking out on the balcony my first morning in Tenerife.
My paper souvenirs from my trip to Madrid and Tenerife

Spanish homes on the island.
 
Los Gigantes on the the west side of Tenerife Island.  Huge cliffs tower over the ocean.  It's the prettiest part of the island.

August 11, 2010

Remembering to BE a Geranium

It's stifling hot here in the Mid-West.  As soon as I step outside in the morning, the air weighs so heavy on me I have trouble breathing.  My garden is looking a little heavy too and I don't have many things blooming.  My garden could be synonymous for my spirit.  Not much blooming, just trying to bare the heat and stay alive.  Changes at work, uncertainty of tomorrow, the constant longing for....  
It feels like my heart is burdened as much as my flowers are.  

But on my porch in their terracotta pots, the geraniums thrive and bloom.  I can't help but smile yet, at the same time want to kick the pots off the porch.  My "name sake" flower, if you will, geraniums - thrive and bloom best when the hot sun bears down and their soil dries up, reminds me of, well ... me or what I'm supposed to be - strong, independent, capable and best under pressure.  But lately I've been wishing for a little TLC,  a little peace, some cool ground... just a promise and someone who will keep it.

I've been drawn to geraniums for years, ever since I broke down and cried in art class while trying to paint my first one. (Here's the story.) I learned to paint them years ago and have never tired of them.  When I moved to California on my own after nearly ten years of marriage and having to start over again, there were geraniums lining the streets it seemed.  In California, they grow all year long and can handle a great deal of wear and tear.  Baby Kitty liked to sit in a pot next to one on my porch in North Hollywood.  I've left a trail of potted geraniums behind with my friends as I moved from place to place.  Some of those plants are still alive.  I see them in every place I visit and have tons of pictures of them.  And while dating a guy years ago in L.A. he jokingly called me GerAmyUm because I painted them so much.  The name stuck, but he didn't stick around  - thank goodness.  

And even though I have been able to overcome alot, there has been so much that is out of my control that makes me crazy and angry.  I'm tired of bearing up under the heat and pretending like it doesn't bother me.  I have worked hard at creating a life -- my job, my home, my relationships, my art...  I work hard.  Maybe it's time to just BE....  If I bloom, Great.  If not, Great.  Am I not still a geranium?

"Whole hearted living is about engaging in our lives from a place of worthiness.  It means cultivating the courage, compassion and connection to wake up in the morning and think, no matter what gets done and how much is left undone; I am enough."  - Brene Brown from the blog Ordinary Courage.

LinkWithin

Related Posts with Thumbnails