This last week, I haven't really picked up any brushes. My heart hasn't been in it. But now I have started a new painting and will be blogging about it next week.
Not doing anything creative for the week made me wonder about creativity. I had put a lot into the painting On Eagle's Wings and it was linked to a bereavement, so after it was finished I needed a break - and art was put on the back burner.
It was surprising how quickly my painting time was filled with other things. Chores seemed to spring from the woodwork!
But, I love painting too much to be away from it for long - how about you? Does anything stop you creating?
Spring is well and truly here, the weather has improved no end, we are seeing sunshine and a multitude of weeds coming up in the garden! Weeds - so many of the little blighters - and all needs removing so I can enjoy the pretty flowers without them being choked.
The quandary for a gardening artist... to paint or weed? Weeding won this weekend and now the garden is beginning to show its treasures - and there are more opportunities to photograph the fleeting flowers for later use in paintings.
Gardening reminds me a lot of painting. There are paintings which are like evergreens, always there and always loved as they give a backbone and structure to the look of my house.
There are other paintings, which are beautiful when I make them - but are always destined to brighten up someone else's life - like gorgeous flowering perennials they brighten my day- but become evergreens in a different climate - the home they were meant to live in.
And then there are the weeds. How can paintings be weeds, you ask? Weeds are only plants you don't want in your garden at that time. Many herbalists would love to have dandelions and cleavers growing, as though weeds to most of us, they are useful little plants, with medicinal purposes.
So it is with many paintings and sketches. They are useful little things - they help me improve my techniques no end. But if I hung them all, you wouldn't see my great ones for the multitude. Of course - just like dandelions - they are great to someone else!
So even when I garden, painting is not far from my mind. Both are enjoyable and creative.
I hope you managed to do whatever was enjoyable and creative to you, this past weekend.
A good friend passed away yesterday. I got to know him because of our mutual love of Jack Russells. Flapjack (above) and Jack of Diamonds (below) were his two litter siblings - Bill now joins Jack of Diamonds in Heaven.
God bless you, Bill, you were a friend indeed - and because of you I made many more good friends around the world, whose lives were also touched by jacks. There's a special place for you in Heaven, for sure. Our heartfelt sympathies to your family xx
MissyChief had a trip to the vet yesterday for an unexplained lump.
Sadly it was not an age related fatty lump, so cells have been taken and sent to the lab. The test results should be back in a week. Whilst we wait for the results, painting is taking a back seat and the computer is taking a back seat.
Its a busy world. We all have work to do, chores to do and time to spend with those we love.
So how does anyone find time for art? I find time by going to an art club once a week, for two hours. The chores get forgotten and Weds eve is just for me. Otherwise, my enjoyment might get forgotten.
I have seen many women sacrifice their enjoyment for family, friends, and chores. But strangely enough, if their hubby has a day off, he still manages to fit in a round of golf!
Every couple of months, my friend Beryl and I make a date for a day of painting, usually on a Sunday. The men cope for themselves on that day - they can you know! In fact, my hubby has even taken to cooking the dinner on my painting Sunday, so its a day of pure relaxation for me.
Do you, like me, love to create something? Do you take instruction in any way? I remember one of my early tutors in one class being asked which books she'd recommend for people new to watercolours. Her reply was that people buy too many instructional books and don't paint enough!
Sometimes I feel guilty of that, but books are just so delicious - and I always do at least two of the demos in each book. New ideas spring from different techniques . Can you have too many books so you get creatively stifled? Can you?
The first painting holiday I went on was a mixture of nerves and fun! Oh, I was full of nerves to start with, but once the sketching and the washes started, nerves were forgotten :) I was so worried I would be the dunce of the class, you know - but everyone was so different in their style, that not one could be compared to another. All lovely in their own way. What a relief!
Taking painting holidays can be pricey, so in my last house I had a summerhouse converted to an art studio
- I would take a week off from work, take an instructional book and my painting kit down there and create.. with no expectation of perfection - just the joy of creating. Another studio is planned for this new house :)
On one of these weeks, I created these...
Do you go on creative weekends or weeks? Do you have a studio? Tell me all about it...
The sweetest Easter chick flew into my life over Easter - and cherished it will be. She came sitting on her own little egg -of the Cadbury's Creme variety - and she was made for me by my good friend Beryl.
Little Easter Chick is going to be named Goldie - after Golden Beryl - one of the Beryllium family of precious gems.. click here to read more on the gems
for truly the chick is a gem - as is my friend, Beryl xx
over plumbing! We bought a house that needs some improvements made; one we decided to make was to put a space saving toilet upstairs between the two bedrooms. It should only take a day and a half, according to the plumber.
This is exciting to me because I use one of the bedrooms for painting - and having an upstairs facility means I don't have to traipse all the way up and down stairs for water ( or the convenience) when I paint :)
I also painted this acrylic painting to brighten up a dull corner in our living room. I was never going to show you a painting of a toilet, now was I?