As I listened, this painting formed itself in my head and I had to paint it straight away, in order to keep the vision. Again, full of meaning if you care to look deeply. Lovely image still, if you don't.
Sometimes I paint abstract pictures, just for the fun of watching the paint move and flow, granulate and absorb - and dry in whichever pattern it chooses.
Of course, I do have input, I place the colours where I want, I choose to tip the paper so they can flow into each other, and I place either salt or wax on the paper to change or inhibit flow.
Overall though, I won't know if I like what I've done until it dries. Every one I have done so far, I have liked. If I look at them deeply, I see many things in them. That's what I like about abstracts.
My title painting is one, using salt as an absorber of paint to help create those lovely patterns.
Here's another : This one was done as a gift for our local doctor, as a thank you . I love this one, you can see so much in it .
The scribble of the daffodils has a purpose. It whiled away a few spare minutes and gave me pleasure. That is purpose enough. I show it to you to show you that not every time you take pencil to paper does it have to be a masterpiece.
Now, this scribble was done with Inktense pencils, so I can wet the drawing after it is finished and get a more painterly look. It still won't look like a masterpiece - but again - it doesn't have to!
If I really like the composition and think it might well make a masterpiece, I can always come back to my sketchbook another time and use it as a reference for when I want to draw the masterpiece on watercolour paper.
So get out and draw. You'll enjoy it for its own sake. Masterpieces come later !
Art is good for you. In Dulwich, S.E. London, local GPs are prescribing art for some of their elderly patients. Dulwich Picture Gallery have a community outreach programme which involves the elderly in gallery visits and art classes. Apparently it helps with depression, isolation and as one person said, " you forget your pain"
You don't have to wait to be elderly to try! Art is great fun and very absorbing. Belonging to an art club brings a great sense of community - and you get like minded people to talk to.
Taking a weekend workshop that attracts you is lovely way to spend a whole day on art - and you could come home with a picture like this :
There are some close friends who lost their dogs in horrible circumstances, so to try to help ease their pain, I have painted the dog and given them the painting. Here are two such paintings, Casey and Ginger.
Then there was Flapjack, made as a surprise Christmas present. He went down a treat !
And then there were these paintings, given either as birthday presents or just as "you're my friend," presents
Sometimes I am asked "Do you sell your paintings?" The answer to which is yes, sometimes I do.
And sometimes I get a follow up statement " I don't know how you could bear to part with them!"
That one is simple, though sometimes not . I create a painting and take great joy in doing so.
Some, like Whistle Stop Cafe help a cause which is dear to my heart (auctioned in aid of Battersea Dogs Home) - and the person who now owns it has a painting which means something very special to them. They will enjoy and cherish it. So, we're all happy.
Some, like Sowing the Seeds, I create and it has great meaning. Then someone comes along and asks could I paint another for them. I don't paint the same picture twice, so I ask what it means to them. And Sowing the Seeds meant so much to its new owner - along the lines of the meaning I had instilled in it - that I was happy to sell it to her. It will be greatly cherished.
Others still, like the one above - Beyond The Door - hold such great and deep personal meaning for me that I will not part with it. This painting is so full of symbolism in every brush stroke, each one a testament to an event in my life - that it won't ever live in any other home but mine. Its too personal. That's what artists do, you know - put their life experiences and emotion on canvas. Or watercolour paper, in my case !
Closer and closer to the end! This first picture, I have put in the trees and shrubbery behind the train, leaving tiny slivers of white - because no tree is solid.
In the second picture, the dark shadows under the rails goes in - and suddenly the reflection really seems to come to life! Now there really is only the masking fluid to remove and the letters to paint in. That will be tomorrow's post!
In the first of these pictures, I have painted the lower half of the cafe front - with a pale green mix.
In the second, I have used a masking fluid around the edge of the words "Fried Green Tomatoes" This masking fluid will protect the words from being accidentally painted on as I paint the back ground reflection of the train. That will be the next stage of the painting.
The same gentleman who sent me the picture of the watermill also sent me some pictures of the cafe that was the inspiration for the cafe in Fried Green Tomatoes ( the film) It was called the Whistle Stop cafe and was situated near the railway.
Here are the two photos he sent:
I decided to make a painting using elements from both pictures. I thought the cafe would look better with the train being reflected in it - so here is my first drawing, with the sky wash already painted in.
I am sometimes asked if I paint in anything other than watercolour. The answer is usually no - other mediums aggravate my asthma.
But with this otter I did use a few different techniques. The first is in coloured pencil, the second, pen and wash, the third ink only and the fourth a true watercolour.
It is interesting to see which people get drawn to, as I have all four on display, in a square. Luckily for them I have absolutely no psychology training, else they could be revealing untold mysteries about themselves!
Did you know Claude Monet painted his wife Camille as she was on her deathbed? I don't know how he could do that! Yesterday my little terrier wasn't well and needed to see the vet - art was the last thing on my mind. Her getting well was. Get well soon, my Miss. The second wish is for my arty friend Beryl. We go on painting workshops together. She has sadly fractured her kneecap and is immobile for a few weeks. I have told her all about my new toy so today I am off to the art shop to buy an Inktense pencil for her, and a new sketch book too. We will not be sketching her plaster cast! Get well soon, my friend.
here's one of the paintings we've both done a version of at an art workshop.
Sometimes I am asked, where do you get your inspiration for paintings from?
The answer is - many places. As with the painting of St Nicholas Church, it was from seeing the thing in front of me and thinking "that'll make a good painting"
In the case of the painting below it was some words from a song. The song spoke of someone's love slipping through their fingers. That made me think how can you portray love slipping through someone's fingers? Suddenly the words to another song popped into my brain.. sowing the seeds of love.
Now it was easy - find a model to hold their hands in a cup shape (my husband was very handy at this point!) and draw from there. The hands were also roughened up a bit to represent a farmer's hands - for who else would be sowing? Add in some seeds and I have a painting.
A painting that speaks of love. On a few levels...
On one level - that all the time we win, we lose, we are still sowing the seeds of future love. On another level, it speaks of the love of a farmer for his land, and the love invested in growing for the future. And on one more level, it speaks of the One Great Farmer, who holds us all in His hands, and the love He sows.
Here's the finished painting! St Nicholas' Church as seen through my eyes.
I'm pretty pleased with this watercolour, I love the flint effect.
Summer school is all over now and no more art club until mid Sept. I can always go look at my tutor's work and that will drive me on to keep creating! Tutor is Stephen Cook - and you can see some of his artwork here