Tag at Flickr: Women In Spring - I wonder if it'll work?
Sketch of Sketches
It's really pale, I apologize. A pencil sketch of sketches from a lifedrawing session in, oh, Nov 06, that's how long it's been! Feeling like painting again...
(25.5" x 19"; 64.7cm x 48.2cm on textured ivory Strathmore Artist Paper)
Women In Spring, first wash of paint
Women In Spring, 2008, 24.5"x18", 62.2cmx45.7cm, oil wash on paper (click to enlarge)
In process... who knows. Not what I'd thought I'd do. Painting, like life, is like that.
Colours dart at me. Touch, and pull their washes back.
Can I shroud you in the colours of the background, so you'll fit your pattern, so you're not cut-out from it.
I'm not different from the scenery I surround myself with.
Look closely, there I am.
With my addiction
to you.
Dreaming Truth, detail
dreams are infallible, accurate, true for that situation, that relationship, things change, dreams reflect the changes; nothing expresses the truth of life like the dream; the dream is a clear representation of our reality;
the dream is a clear representation of our reality.
dreams never lie, the dream doesn't lie: it foresees and predicts, even forewarns
encapsulates; explains; never our enemy - nightmares are our fears, turn and face them
the dream conveys its messages in metaphorical language, images that shock, or bewilder, or uplift, that astound, are vivid, direct
dreams guide, our helpers: offering insight, mystical information, a panoramic perspective
ancient wisdom calls to us through our dreams, where our intuition is powerful
prescient
Dream Truth...
Painting Corner
How little space for painting! This is the corner. You can see the original sketches from which I composed the composite image of The Women in Spring. What's nice is that if I don't like the way the painting turns out, I can create another one. The painting on the board is influenced by the one on the wall, isn't it. I did that one in Vancouver and it's quite large: Celestial Dancers, 2004, oil on canvas, 4' x 5' based on late Medieval relief figures of the temple art of Cambodia when it was in the midst of a shift from Hinduism to Buddhism. The smaller one on the wall to the left is Celestial Dancer II (31"x35", acrylic on canvas, 2003) based on an image of the Hindu God, Krishna. This nook is about to become all desk as I move the futon couch out and create a workspace for painting and writing...
Women In Spring - finished!
Women In Spring, 2008, 24.5"x18", 62.2cmx45.7cm, oil wash on paper
It's relatively easy to swoosh paint, Zen-like, and let the image emerge however it does. Only now I sought to include detail, painted lines, to put effort into the composition. I wanted the women, who are one woman, drawings from one lifedrawing session placed on the same page, to be colourful like tulips in the garden. The figures appear in varying stages between perhaps more painterly and a reliance on drawing, and I don't seem able to move away from that, not yet anyway. I outlined boldly in paint tonight, resisting the urge to use coloured pencil, then wasn't sure, then knew that from across the room there would be more definition. The final criteria - can I live with them? Who knows?
The grouping; the way they create the space around them; their relation to each other; the view they allow the viewer; some emerging out of the washes of colour, or disappearing into...
The fecund forces of Spring, who can define it?
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