2006
watercolour
may 2007
pastel
2008
watercolour
My husband says that I’m no longer allowed to give away my paintings without his “approval”. *smiles*
He’s got a good point. How the heck am I ever going to get enough together to start selling if I keep giving them away?
Problem being of course that I do my best painting this way. When I’m painting for someone that is. And then, once it’s done it doesn’t feel right to keep it.
The other problem being of course, that I often paint things in sets of three…like above. These are all about following the red line of tantra and tango….the red line of creation and life. They make a nice set yes?
But I only have the center painting still….
And once the three are done, it’s hard to continue the flavor.
So, if I’m going to do this art thing like I dream….I’m going to have to buckle down and learn how to part with my paintings. I just really like to know who’s going to be looking at them. Especially my little bleus…they’re like little mini-me’s.
A sorta related song that sorta explains: Horses
Still in progress….possibly even done.
Sometimes it takes me a few days to remove the tape.
(untitled watercolour 5×7)
Even when I don’t think I am.
Even when I can’t seem to find the right colour…
Or brush…
Even when all my colours turn to mud.
I am still an artist.
That’s why I’m trying to keep myself busy with my paints…because I can’t stop creating…and it’s far better to create paintings than drama let me tell you…*wink*.
Something new…because all my words seem dark and stilted.
This started as a covered bridge in the snow….and then it went all sideways on me.
Tilt your head around in different directions (but don’t hurt yourself) and see what I mean.
Just a very small watercolour here (5×7)…
Trying to get myself back into the habit…
And here I am, breaking my vow to post my paintings in chronological order…
Guess I sorta knew I’d break that one…
Prussian Blue….
It’s my favorite for my bleus…
Though they’re no longer regulated to watercolours…
But still…
They live here.
I’m listening to “Eskimo” by Damien Rice as I type this.
Makes me feel rather odd.
I can’t remember where I got my first tube of prussian blue…or exactly how the first little horse came about. Likely as most of my horses did – I was always doodling horses back then.
Sometimes they have ears and tails, sometimes they don’t.
Sometimes I give them colours to play in, sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes they’re dancing, other times they’re quite contemplative…all depends on my their mood.
This is really odd music.
I think I like it.
Anyways, I have some poems about my little bleu horses. I’ll post more pics of them and when I find the old writings I’ll include them.
I’ve always had a hard time selling these guys. Not because people don’t like them…but because I have a hard time parting with them….for money anyways. I’m rather fond of giving them away.
I feel like painting odd faces now…
You really gotta hear the album recording of this one…
Before I get too far away from the early days….this here is a little abstract I painted off of a photo of Maggie’s appaloosas. She loved her appaloosas. She loved this painting.
I wish now that I had given it to her but I hung onto it. I had planned on framing it up real pretty and giving it to her but then I moved across the country and got busy being married and having a baby….and I don’t really have a good excuse. I just liked it so much that I couldn’t part with it. I know she understands.
Left to right is Sugar, Andy and Tashi. Sugar went to greener pastures quite some time ago. I’m not sure what has come of the other two since Maggie’s passing. They were great fun. Big huge things they were; so very different from my little arabians. We plunked along through the forests and up in the hills many, many times scouting out all sorts of shiny things to take back with us in our mind’s eye. I remember this day of taking photos quite vividly. It was a beautiful day.
Before I started dipping into colours I did a whole lot of pen & ink and charcoal work, mostly all of which was equine based. The particular drawing here is of an arabian stallion called “The Real McCoy”. He was a sire in the lineage of one of my own horses at the time. I’m a sucker for a grey horse, though I believe I only ever owned one of them.
Anyways, this here is one of those painful dot.dot.dot.dot.dot. drawing. I think they call it pointillism. I’ve always loved the effect, especially the reverse as shown in scratchboard but with my limited patience it was rare for me to finish a pointillism drawing. I still have several in various stages of completion. I let my pens dry up you see….and I’ve yet to replace them. Maybe I ought to put that on my ‘to do’ list. Finishing up old drawings might be a nice way to get back into the swing of things…..
