Little things.

I want to tell you of little things.

Simple things.

For example, that book on my bedside table, Van Gogh: Letters from Province,

and how my heart trips a little every time I glance at it, which is often, and how incredible it is that this world has known a Van Gogh.

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Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Don’t you just want to disappear into that texture for a while? I know I do.

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Night bloom

Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Acrylics on Canvas

10″ X 10″

Available. Please do leave a comment if interested.

Thank you!

Re-connect.

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After a long time, paint on my fingers.
I have always been a reader, never without the essence of another story running in parallel with my own. Except for a few months in the immediate past where I just couldn’t. I don’t know why. And I have never felt so disconnected with my self. So adrift and empty. But thankfully, this phase has passed and I have been reading voraciously again. Shirley by Charlotte Bronte, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Journal of a solitude by May Sarton, My cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier, just to name a few. It feels insanely good. So much so that I have devoted every spare moment to reading thus neglecting my painting. But that, too, has passed and I could paint again yesterday. Yippee!! So, here’s to getting back into the groove! To painting, reading, creating, to immersing oneself in the little things.

Here’s to feeling connected!

RE-Worked.

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Re-worked an older one. It needed a bit of a pick me up. A bit of a freshening, airing, a brightness.
*The green in the photo is slightly greener than on the canvas.
Acrylics on Canvas
20″ x 16″
Available

New piece.

Started a new piece yesterday. There is always that thrill and slight trepidation of starting a new painting. That initial burst of energy as one puts colours down on the canvas in a willy nilly fashion, looking, out of the corner of the eye, for something to show up, to peak one’s interest. That AHA moment!

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And it did. The shape of his head. But it is not finished yet. The painting is asking for more and I do not know yet what that something is. So, I will be in my little room that I call my studio and work on solving this little mystery. Hope it leads me somewhere good.

 

Oils!

Sometimes, you just gotta jump in!! I bought some oil paints!

Just a few basic colours to play with.

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I have always been drawn to oil paintings. The vibrancy of colour, the depth. They seem so much more richer and complex. But I have always been intimated by them, too. I lack the discipline required to work with them. Besides, the way I paint is not very conducive to working with oil paints because oil paints stay wet longer than acrylics which does not work for my layer and texture building process (if I can call the way I paint a process). I have no doubt it will eventually all turn into brown mush. But then, you know, you never know till you try…so I thought, what the hey, YOLO!, and jumped in with both feet!

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And guess what, I really, really enjoyed it! It’s such a different world! So meditative and deliberate and intense! I loved the slow movement of thought and action. The balance between being deliberate and organic.

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Time to get more colours, me thinks!

 

Inside Outside

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36″ x 36″ Acrylics on Canvas

The world is ablaze, and everyday, the fire reaches in more and more. More and more everyday, I try to stave off it’s heat for fear of going up in flames, of being consumed. More and more everyday, the outside threatens to become the inside.

But I won’t let it.

Not until I have this breath, this light, this birdsong, and the firm belief that there is more kindness and love in this world than fire and meanness. And I see that kindness and love everyday in the voices raised against injustice. That is what I choose to believe and focus on.

Kindness and love.

Be the light.