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Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.</center>Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.comBlogger2107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-10449499461006450182023-08-09T10:23:00.005-04:002023-08-09T10:23:58.531-04:00A Pulsing Imagination - Ray Clews' Paintings<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="338" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/V8iZyORoU9E" width="407" youtube-src-id="V8iZyORoU9E"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">A video of some of my late brother Ray's paintings and poems I wrote for them.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(13, 13, 13); color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Direct link: </span><a class="style-scope ytcp-video-info" href="https://youtu.be/V8iZyORoU9E" style="color: var(--ytcp-call-to-action); font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/V8iZyORoU9E<br /></a>___</div>
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Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-7002974541892922952022-10-23T19:04:00.002-04:002022-10-23T19:05:56.474-04:00On the Unity of Assemblage and PoemIn <a href="https://youtu.be/NAcuXnH7ui0" target="_blank">Split Mask</a> and UnfurlFlowerring, the mask came first. A <i>weltanschauung</i> grew around it, accoutrements, fabrics, a ‘look’ enmeshed with the theme, and I felt a nascent poem emerging. When I write an afterpoem to perform in an assemblage, mask, persona, it is always about the topic that the ensemble is presenting, and there is also reference to my being inside the guise, what it’s like to be the hidden self inside the poem being performed. This double subjectivity, then. The <i>doppelgänger</i> being the everyday self, and the masked poet performing the spirit, the message.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTfxb15Nh4wx7gmvRPCtY3mIQzmvO6gn5X5h9hPyFOB981Yg2-BuFDgHRci9L_1zpKEJflcWsvIVTlV86tP2bx__oJcoIpBD1XzQmvioB_r2K-SB2K_DN6j2j0X7xfIMydZQ0IIeh3hUaGCXKfKoKILnHwshDPpOXlikDHKMfpW75hY5wZSw/s1600/Close-up1-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="1600" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTfxb15Nh4wx7gmvRPCtY3mIQzmvO6gn5X5h9hPyFOB981Yg2-BuFDgHRci9L_1zpKEJflcWsvIVTlV86tP2bx__oJcoIpBD1XzQmvioB_r2K-SB2K_DN6j2j0X7xfIMydZQ0IIeh3hUaGCXKfKoKILnHwshDPpOXlikDHKMfpW75hY5wZSw/w400-h211/Close-up1-web.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PqQl2CQDQ7KcBdiWFZBOoBiQo3VvnO-DLePYt5LDeo1jsGUGPupkvwY7NLi51tiztTZdpkIk1STetYchRV4lLY7keQ7Cpfl9gXsUVSw77lul8RKnrzUIXZaa_0GoqBto2BX73X30yq1fZSFy6ij7LxcoDjFdmwHuGja5wepBmRaoKtlYhA/s1600/Close-up2-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="1600" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PqQl2CQDQ7KcBdiWFZBOoBiQo3VvnO-DLePYt5LDeo1jsGUGPupkvwY7NLi51tiztTZdpkIk1STetYchRV4lLY7keQ7Cpfl9gXsUVSw77lul8RKnrzUIXZaa_0GoqBto2BX73X30yq1fZSFy6ij7LxcoDjFdmwHuGja5wepBmRaoKtlYhA/w400-h211/Close-up2-web.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /> ___<br />
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</div>Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-21448718415534212922022-10-22T12:34:00.005-04:002022-10-22T12:36:16.526-04:00Halloween Assemblage -Getting there<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqlwpz-iQLpG7mVBi191d63IuJWZ8X5-gS32QBT5RH59biYIkZnlaoObvpBOY9GjbJ9y2uGvXnhWbRSQvbfX9tudROm0uNKhNuJ38RJzfWzceGpiojE1tLFszPkArnqHKxoagEwTozxWD7elaklK4S5886L56Lp2_BEGVzs6qSldG3dlo-g/s5120/UnfurlingFlowering-%C2%A9BrendaClews2022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2494" data-original-width="5120" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqlwpz-iQLpG7mVBi191d63IuJWZ8X5-gS32QBT5RH59biYIkZnlaoObvpBOY9GjbJ9y2uGvXnhWbRSQvbfX9tudROm0uNKhNuJ38RJzfWzceGpiojE1tLFszPkArnqHKxoagEwTozxWD7elaklK4S5886L56Lp2_BEGVzs6qSldG3dlo-g/w640-h312/UnfurlingFlowering-%C2%A9BrendaClews2022.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I started with. Where I got to was like painting with photo programs. Two lights set up, one to the right and one on the table. Look forward to clearing the chaos of my living room and putting all this stuff away. But I still want to try long black boots and a leather corset I bought at maybe 63, my first one! Those shiny catches on the cheap Amazon one need black nail polish or something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoDwOyQa4xDflXddP0QEQfqQ7PgSEVUvn12nh2-YWzKFVNgpqDGpJtyN7CISCghEicdYrWXqHSM6mP5jeMRPFIms-LdDk5lfInDkAl-xMNY7urfWOaEYmUyc-P_uPc0L9dtR805mjzbmVNzj1BSZo3g-gF_v0Q5KBK0k3L0uTg7AaxQNJhw/s3840/15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="3840" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoDwOyQa4xDflXddP0QEQfqQ7PgSEVUvn12nh2-YWzKFVNgpqDGpJtyN7CISCghEicdYrWXqHSM6mP5jeMRPFIms-LdDk5lfInDkAl-xMNY7urfWOaEYmUyc-P_uPc0L9dtR805mjzbmVNzj1BSZo3g-gF_v0Q5KBK0k3L0uTg7AaxQNJhw/w640-h360/15.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white;"><span face="tahoma, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;">Actually, both paintings might work as backdrop in a performance videopoem. I'd tape black fabric to the wall behind them. Something to think about.</span></div></div>___<br />
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Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-53548525932940145572022-10-20T10:56:00.003-04:002022-10-20T10:56:34.197-04:00Between 3 photo programs, approaching what I sought<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9w786cFgLqVs71ffXGYvWGYRN6TekFBkNCG1yx4u5QT_PMT-dRcFERi56Nyr0dBKZfXj8xn4f0jRJlrvvoFCaJQHGczeR1XzQa6HHC_MRYs31BKXdtfMoAtnaXw7gj1983WH8jed4zwSqwr--_MytJnVB5YQDn46KquLm5o2RqTQ8O70JQ/s1826/3-ai-neo-pse-ai.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1826" data-original-width="1213" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9w786cFgLqVs71ffXGYvWGYRN6TekFBkNCG1yx4u5QT_PMT-dRcFERi56Nyr0dBKZfXj8xn4f0jRJlrvvoFCaJQHGczeR1XzQa6HHC_MRYs31BKXdtfMoAtnaXw7gj1983WH8jed4zwSqwr--_MytJnVB5YQDn46KquLm5o2RqTQ8O70JQ/w266-h400/3-ai-neo-pse-ai.jpeg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><div>From yesterday's shoot. The lighting was all wrong, but, with time and patience and a willingness to use different photo programs, I was able to get the darkness I wanted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Basically, I am trying to get some images of this assemblage so I can see what I've composed and write of the 'being' who's emerging, if that's possible. Also, it is helping to see how to tweak things - like, I'll wear black boots, the sneakers didn't work with my body type. I have to get floral tape to do the flowers that I stick into the (cheap Amazon) corset (only solution I could think of to hold the flowers) and figure out how to attach the trailing leaves on my arm, perhaps hot-glued to elastic (if I have any wide black elastic), who knows. It should be an assemblage that doesn't slide off over an evening's movements. Also, I'll likely be moving in a videopoem, and then certainly could have leaves falling, trailing, whenever I get around to that.</div>___<br />
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Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-12303800709372642732022-10-19T19:58:00.000-04:002022-10-19T19:58:11.680-04:00Oh, my Halloween Assemblage!<div>I've had what seems negative reactions to the assemblage I am creating for my Halloween poetry and music event. It's been a huge amount of work, attempting to video (tons of problems spread over days) and finally I got some clips in focus - though the light wasn't right - and one person who looked at these images seemed very ticked off when she saw them, saying only, We're supposed to wear costumes? and another person who is also coming that I shared the images with in a message had no reaction, said nothing. What's wrong with what I'm creating? I think it's quite striking, even lovely.
<br /><br />Because there was no sun, once again, which would give me the contrast I'd like, I set up two lights. Man, it was a lot of work. The camera app took forever to connect and then kept cutting out so it was pretty much useless. On the computer after, I was so happy to see the image in focus, however, the lighting isn't right. So I did quick colour replacement in PSE, turning the background blue. I wanted a dark background, but wasn't able to do it. I think the blue is interesting, and makes for unique, rather theatrical photos.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwIscdyhStoTQffy3eB5egJXxHRWTEi01M4wSi6IeBipxQxm1V52w0JUptZzEPjifsZRuySTtOLPjZxNG2GNbQuBvOWC2WGPrqTJdkJ04TFpqTcYDqbsBw2sxbyocCUP4g5izAttDfMc88WXgHCdynOhru_A10WlZs9wLwPDBGVwlMpO-fg/s1818/FigmentOfNature1b-%C2%A9BrendaClews2022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1818" data-original-width="1269" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwIscdyhStoTQffy3eB5egJXxHRWTEi01M4wSi6IeBipxQxm1V52w0JUptZzEPjifsZRuySTtOLPjZxNG2GNbQuBvOWC2WGPrqTJdkJ04TFpqTcYDqbsBw2sxbyocCUP4g5izAttDfMc88WXgHCdynOhru_A10WlZs9wLwPDBGVwlMpO-fg/s320/FigmentOfNature1b-%C2%A9BrendaClews2022.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVprKsgaxMZWP7O5OOdHv7sWIsG2e3vaVvy9H2UR--UqvvVr5dZHCOaC2PM92hhFymZf5x4g6fxYBeqfskzXwx9Fhfu0Wp5w44A4HhgghHArabCSC71IyJ_auevo1tuuJfoqdZl7BvcYKafwR5PdJ6kAsKHm-pLJ-b-rI2XpvTziH0icoV8g/s1921/2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1921" data-original-width="1348" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVprKsgaxMZWP7O5OOdHv7sWIsG2e3vaVvy9H2UR--UqvvVr5dZHCOaC2PM92hhFymZf5x4g6fxYBeqfskzXwx9Fhfu0Wp5w44A4HhgghHArabCSC71IyJ_auevo1tuuJfoqdZl7BvcYKafwR5PdJ6kAsKHm-pLJ-b-rI2XpvTziH0icoV8g/s320/2a.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>___<br />
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Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-9250232383904471732022-05-02T14:28:00.016-04:002022-05-11T09:04:16.895-04:00Unwindings & The Unanswering<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="500" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Foyvq1uDCM8" width="603" youtube-src-id="Foyvq1uDCM8"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">direct link: <a class="style-scope ytcp-video-info" href="https://youtu.be/Foyvq1uDCM8" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: nowrap;" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/Foyvq1uDCM8</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is a video of a reading at Minstrels & Bards* Spring 2022 for an upcoming show.
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">For <i><a href="https://ericaross.com/calling-in-the-muse" target="_blank">Calling In The Muse</a></i>, May 1 - July 13, 2022, an on-line show </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">by </span><a href="https://ericaross.com/" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">Erica Ross</a> <span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">curated from her </span><a href="https://ericaross.com/open-studio" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">Open Studio</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> sessions,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I share two poems written in 2022, </span><i style="color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Unwindings</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and </span><i style="color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Unanswering</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">. These poems share my inner perceptions in, hopefully, a language that is honed, polished, yet which flows, that has an aesthetic beauty of its own. </span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
In <i>Unwindings,</i> Virginia Woolf is a muse. Re-reading her novel, <i>Mrs. Dalloway</i>, I came across a sentence that reverberated. Each day, another image arose in response. The final poem is about the unwinding in her novel, and the unwinding in us when we undergo inner revolution.
My second poem has five potential titles, <i>Woman Walking In-Verse</i>, <i>Hanged Woman of the Tarot</i>, <i>Pittura Infamante</i>, and <i>Soul Question</i>. As of writing this, I think it's last line works best: <i>The Unanswering</i>. I took a Movement & Memoir course with Sara Porter in January 2022. We moved between dance and writing. In the session out of which this poem arose, she asked us to dance our deepest question. I was working with a concept of a personal ‘life review’ at that time, and danced my question from angstful depths. Then we drew our dance on paper, and that drawing is now a choreography of the piece. We got up and danced again, this time guided by our drawing. After that, we sat and wrote about our question in the dance that transpired. Again we rose, danced, and after, noted shifts that occurred in the writing and the dance through the successive iterations. From this whole process, I later composed my poem and, because it has a choreography, can dance it anytime I read or recite it.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">If I dance <i>The Unanswering</i> at an event again, the poem needs to be memorized! I put this video together quickly so that what I submitted to the show would have a visual component. It's kind of a fun reading, though, especially as good friends were in the audience.</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The drawing of the original dance and that has become a choreography for dancing the poem:</span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8Gq_wCbJ6vo1-cEMalYG2EgfKZRgH0IC8zxVN4uKa5LtxJsd4Jvia4MnfRdYCaSIap19bbhtqOKhAvf1nW11BUDSqG6puAUJArN-kQ34BQ3bF1nHGwcNU45D3AyxbcsmYW4xZCIohX91c46dAeThR9sTBcVAoD6ruVBNJcbOraKkVoI2tQ/s2000/Drawing%20of%20Woman%20Walking%20In-Verse%20-Brenda%20Clews,%202022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2000" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8Gq_wCbJ6vo1-cEMalYG2EgfKZRgH0IC8zxVN4uKa5LtxJsd4Jvia4MnfRdYCaSIap19bbhtqOKhAvf1nW11BUDSqG6puAUJArN-kQ34BQ3bF1nHGwcNU45D3AyxbcsmYW4xZCIohX91c46dAeThR9sTBcVAoD6ruVBNJcbOraKkVoI2tQ/w571-h389/Drawing%20of%20Woman%20Walking%20In-Verse%20-Brenda%20Clews,%202022.jpg" width="571" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Woman Walking In-Verse, 2022, 17" x 10", deAtramantis inks on Strathmore drawing paper.</div></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>*<a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/minstrelsandbards" target="_blank">Minstrels & Bards</a> is a quarterly writing & music series I run at the Tranzac Club in Tkaronto/Toronto. Go the the Facebook group or scroll down on my website Homepage to see more info: <a href="https://brendaclews.com" style="text-align: center;" target="_blank">https://brendaclews.com</a><br /></span><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
Music from <a href="https://Audiio.com" target="_blank">Audiio.com</a>:
Arms and Sleepers - Cinemas For Marseille (Instrumental)
Primo Levi - Violin Piano Floating II (Instrumental)
Center Of The Sea - Bending Gravity (Instrumental)</span></div>___<br />
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Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-27294623713095683972021-10-22T21:23:00.006-04:002021-10-22T21:41:34.584-04:00Alchemical Wheels: A Portrait of a Painting & a Near Death Experience (a silent video)<div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="407" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5mh83U0bhis" width="491" youtube-src-id="5mh83U0bhis"></iframe></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div style="text-align: center;">direct link: <a class="style-scope ytcp-video-info" href="https://youtu.be/5mh83U0bhis" referrerpolicy="origin" style="cursor: pointer; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: nowrap;" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">https://youtu.be/5mh83U0bhis</span></a></div></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><b><u>Alchemical Wheels: Portrait of a Painting & a Near Death Experience (a silent video)</u></b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px; text-indent: 18px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;">Alchemical texts are riddles. Writing about visionary experience is impossible. Here goes…</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px; text-indent: 18px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;">the circle dips</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>down</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>& two become one</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;">opalescence of the self,</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>golden pearl rising</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px; text-indent: 18px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;">A psychic and artistic journey encircling a dream of alchemical wheels emerging on each side of the face. Wetting charcoal dust, dragging charred willow, self-portrait surreality. The spinning wheels become Catherine Wheel fireworks, then a spiral goddess path. Maria Prophetissa,<span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><sup>1</sup></span> mother of alchemy and chemistry, beckons, one arm about me, the other pointing.. How to do the work of turning lead into gold — her formula:</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px; text-indent: 18px;"><br /></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px;"><i>“If the two do not become one, nothing will take place. If one does not lighten, and the two become three, nothing will take place. But when one yellows, three becomes four, for one yellows with yellow sulphur. At the end, when one tints into violet, all things become violet.”</i><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><sup>2</sup></i></span></p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px; min-height: 16px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px;">Carl Jung, in Alchemy and Psychology, writes:</p><p class="p6" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px;"><br /></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px;"><i>…the ultimate aim of alchemy…was trying to produce a corpus subtile, a transfigured and resurrected body, i.e., a body that was at the same time spirit.”</i><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><sup>3</sup></i></span><i> </i></p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px; min-height: 16px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;">Scraping, chiselling the carapace, breaking the shell, sloughing the cocoon, a serpent’s, an <i>oroboros’</i> discarded skin. Hardships, pain, complexes, defense mechanisms, PTSDs. Grit of peeling. An emergent self — trust, openness, sensitivity, generosity, loving. Untarnished, wondrous child. The transfigured self, glittering healing radiance of what calls, powerful love pulling us to live in intimate near-death-experience, profound, inclusive. Fully who we are and fully in the panorama.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px; text-indent: 18px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;">Impossible vibrating luminance of the self beyond the self in the self.</p><p class="p7" style="font-family: "Hiragino Mincho ProN"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><br /></p><p class="p8" style="font-family: "Hiragino Mincho ProN"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-align: center; text-indent: 18px;">♡</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s2" style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s2" style="font-kerning: none;">The video follows a journey beginning with, ‘Self-portrait after an Alchemical Dream,’ 2021, 20x26", charcoal on Yupo paper, then focusing on ‘Alchemical Wheels,' 2021, acrylic on canvas, 30x40”.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s2" style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s2" style="font-kerning: none;">My Near Death Experience at the age of 28:<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s2" style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s2" style="font-kerning: none;">‘Radiant energy appeared. A startling and powerful love had come for me. How powerful this love was is indescribable — the greatest love I have ever felt, complete and full. I drew upwards, rising from my body, leaving it on the bed below. I felt only ecstasy, the wave of my form nearing the radiant healing energy like entering the Great Union or heaven or Nirvana. As I rose, I thought, ‘but my father’s grief, the life I’m to live…’ and, immediately, fell back gently into my body and the radiance vanished.’</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;">For many decades, I’ve regretted my egoic attachment to my little life, to not embracing that powerful love, to what I might have learned and brought back. Working through this grief in painting has brought me to a realization that something was, indeed, imparted. If it was a type of ‘das-log’, a shamanic Near Death Experience of Tibetan religion, then I may have given from it.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s2" style="font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s2" style="font-kerning: none;">_______________________</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><sup>1</sup></span> Maria Prophetissa was a 1-3<span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><sup>rd</sup></span> century Jewish woman who invented the <i>bain Marie</i>, the double boiler, still used in cooking and chemistry today, and who is credited with being the mother of chemistry and the first recorded practitioner of alchemy.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px;"><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><sup>2 </sup></i></span>Quote from Jame Hillman’s audiobook, <i>The Alchemy of Psychology</i>, BetterListen! LLC., 2015.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px;"><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><sup>3</sup></i></span><i> </i>Carl Jung, <i>Psychology and Alchemy</i>, trans. <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/s/ref=dp_byline_sr_book_2?ie=UTF8&field-author=Gerhard+Adler&text=Gerhard+Adler&sort=relevancerank&search-alias=books-ca">Gerhard Adler</a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/s/ref=dp_byline_sr_book_3?ie=UTF8&field-author=R.+F.C.+Hull&text=R.+F.C.+Hull&sort=relevancerank&search-alias=books-ca">R. F.C. Hull</a>, Princeton University Press; 2nd ed. edition (Oct. 21 1980), p. 514.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Palatino; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 18px; min-height: 16px; text-indent: 18px;"><br /></p></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span face="Roboto, Noto, sans-serif" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-63698793693464837422021-09-05T13:57:00.006-04:002021-09-06T10:31:03.264-04:00Self-Portrait After an Alchemical Dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLw-N3iv4sdO3Ewod9ckGli9gSAUVYhM9JlFqTCJLn2PMpSghxVkyAwg9BC1XOclrjpvx8n1uSI3H9jSuYdYrMLUGfMuh46wTu_hinNOcxCAt-id5TvHlNIbg5dib3dlpbpDe1/s2400/35-Self-PortraitAfterADream-%25C2%25A9BrendaClews%252CCharcoal-5Sep2021-web.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Self-Portrait After an Alcemical Dream, 20”x26”,charcoal on Yupo paper. ©Brenda Clews 2021" border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1948" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLw-N3iv4sdO3Ewod9ckGli9gSAUVYhM9JlFqTCJLn2PMpSghxVkyAwg9BC1XOclrjpvx8n1uSI3H9jSuYdYrMLUGfMuh46wTu_hinNOcxCAt-id5TvHlNIbg5dib3dlpbpDe1/w325-h400/35-Self-PortraitAfterADream-%25C2%25A9BrendaClews%252CCharcoal-5Sep2021-web.jpg" title="Self-Portrait After an Alcemical Dream, 20”x26”,charcoal on Yupo paper. ©Brenda Clews 2021" width="325" /></a></div><br /><div>Self-portrait after an Alchemical dream. ©Brenda Clews 2021. 20"x26", charcoal on Yupo paper.</div><br />
[Adding the original dream & something on the process of what's appeared in this preparatory sketch for a possible painting, if you'd like to know what it's about.]<br /><br />
Original dream<br />
…red spots develop under my cheeks, and as I powder them, they become raised wheels, one on each side, which the thick powder whitens, six spokes, a central hub and an outer wheel, a relief sculpture perhaps, like something from myth, an archetypal symbol, which the attempt to hide with powder only accentuates. I feel no horror, or pain, but awe as I brush the powder on skin become wheels and spokes. Sculpted like Medieval cosmological wheels, alchemical wheels of transmutation, the configurations are mysterious, almost reverential, an embodied reference the Wheels of Ezekiel, but also to the powdered faces of highly-stylized Oriental performance, and somehow the magnificent coiled antlers of Bighorn sheep… (2008)<br /><br />
Process of charcoal sketch:<br /><br />
Friday, I decided to try a charcoal drawing to see how my dream of the alchemical wheels appearing in my face, rising in my cheeks, might appear. In the dream, I powdered them as they rose sculpturally. But here I hoped to let my 'unconscious' take over and I did go into a light trance and even worked with my eyes shut at times. At the beginning, I used a sponge and charcoal powder that I then sprayed with a fixative, and kept working. There are distinct shadow and light sides. The wheels are dark - to me, the one in shadow looks floral; the one in light, ocular. The hair fed snake-like into the wheels, which seem almost to be whirring and that is unlike the dream. And I see four eyes!
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I find the drawing a bit scary, actually. There's psychic progress for sure. Self-portrait after an alchemical dream. 20"x26", charcoal on Yupo paper.<br />___<br />
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Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-63050239190925319062021-07-27T23:16:00.013-04:002021-08-03T09:39:42.628-04:00Fruiting Bodies<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="371" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/B47jC2hl2e0" width="447" youtube-src-id="B47jC2hl2e0"></iframe></div><br /></div><div>Direct link: <a class="style-scope ytcp-video-info" href="https://youtu.be/B47jC2hl2e0" referrerpolicy="origin" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; cursor: pointer; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: nowrap;" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/B47jC2hl2e0</a></div><i><div><i><br /></i></div>Fruiting Bodies</i> is writing begun during lockdown and stay-at-home orders. When you are alone, you don't have a sense of yourself-in-context of the society in which you are a viable subject. You move through your rooms invisible to yourself, you don't think about how you look, and aren't dealing, one hopes, with your otherness among people. Race, colour, creed, size, age, these aren't at the forefront when you are home, in your own space where you are safe to be yourself. The images, in this section, are from my abode, and, when I read them, I find the familiarity of what I dwell among. I wanted this writing to have a spiritual dimension since I believe we all speak in our privacies to something ineffable, to what guides us through our lives.<div> <br />Recording a reading was entering the world in some way. It was hard to look at a non-existing women, myself, in the clip, to see her, the gesture of my physical body, the contours of age. I hung a William Morris Tree of Life weaving as a backdrop, and shot in a room of sunlight. Editing the video, I began layering in poppies I've photographed on my walks through my neighbourhood, perhaps seeking to add some beauty in what is essentially a 'talking head' video. I live over a subway, which I rarely hear, but, oh, could you hear them on the sound track! I removed the sound of 8 trains! Lastly, I added chimes, which I had ordered for this video, some larger ones, and played, standing, moving the clapper. I hope I've produced a watchable reading. </div><div><br />A reading for a feature at the Art Bar Poetry Series in Toronto - one in a series of many Canadian poets who have videoed themselves reading their poetry during lockdown over the last year and a half. Many thanks to Margaret Code and Rosa Arlotto for their hard work and dedication to providing one of the best spaces for poets to read, share, blossom. </div><div><br />A special shout out to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/lizzieviolet13" target="_blank">Lizzie Violet</a>, whose beautiful hand-crafted flower I wore in my hair.<br />
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</div>Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-65365728805498113932020-10-22T15:29:00.006-04:002020-10-24T17:47:53.532-04:00Archeology of Water<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rw4iYOf8PnA" width="560"></iframe><br /> <br />This began with an image of memory scrawled in a notebook in April 2019 that I knew I would work with, either in a poem, or perhaps video. That note, 'memories carved on other memories like archeological layers that disintegrate, losing their definition under the press of time,' evolved into this filmsoundpoem of at least 50 layers all wrapped into each other as they dissolve. <br /> <br />In May 2020, I took some clips on a hike that struck me as interesting and began to edit them. Then I expanded the original journal fragment into a page of repeating phrases that were then written onto a new page, edited and spoken as a sound poem of repeating tracks (as part of a series of short soundpoems I'm working on). That final scratched-out page is placed on screen - we love to see other writer's processes.* <br /> <br />
The sheer number of compound images rolled into compound images in this video pushed my hardworking computer to its limit and eventually I simply had to stop, create some handwritten titles and credits, and let this little oceanic memory poem skip out on the waves.<br /> <br />
I would like to thank my dear companions, Kate Rogers, Dai Evans and John Oughton for a hike on May 16, 2020 in Presqu'ile Provincial Park near Prince Edward County in Ontario where the lapping beach clips were shot.<br /> <br />
As ever, this is a one-woman production - soundpoem, video, voices, editing, everything except of course my friend John, who skipped a stone on Lake Ontario, was done by moi, for better or worse.<br /> <br /><a href="https://brendaclews.com" target="_blank">
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0:10 Brenda's pre-Amble <br />
07:50 Brenda gets Lola, the tiny doggy<br />
08:30 Brenda read/performs Pull Down the Northern Lights for Chandeliers<br />
27:57 Q & A on Pull Down the Northern Lights for Chandeliers<br />
42:54 Brenda introduces Elana Wolff<br />
44:44 Elana Wolff reads 'Surfacing Behavior'<br />
55:14 Break, with open discussion<br />
1:09:16 Brenda introduces Michael Mirolla<br />
1:15:38 Michael Mirolla reads 'Demeter Makes Plans to Uproot Herself'<br />
1:32:42 Brenda introduces Margaret Christakos<br />
1:35:34 Margaret talks about Pull Down the Northern Lights, performative aspect and imagery, and also her own poetic<br />
1:41:00 Margaret Christakos reads 'Charger 12' and speaks about open field poetics<br />
1:55:22 Brenda introduces Jeff Cottrill<br />
1:57:50 Jeff Cottrill reads 'Wilfred Owen's Off Day'<br />
2:13:41 Open discussion at the end</div><div><br /></div><div>direct link: <a href="https://youtu.be/3bhZzXzX5fs">https://youtu.be/3bhZzXzX5fs</a><br /><br />
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Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-83881201922265874042020-06-14T08:00:00.001-04:002020-10-24T17:30:13.737-04:00Clara, in Allende’s The House of SpiritsJune 14, 2020<br />
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Clara, in Allende’s <i>The House of Spirits</i> is, I think, my favourite character in all of literature. Psychic, clairvoyant, telekinetic, someone who could draw many people to her, helper of the poor, I’ve only just read her and am integrating her still. I suspect she is the real writer of the novel and the narrator draws his story from her copious notebooks. Others… Fevvers in Angela Carter’s <i>Nights in the Circus</i>, but not as much as Allende’s Clara. Two books I’m currently reading! This isn’t much of a piece but it does come from the potpourri of a writing life.<br />
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But the grass didn’t get cut. The dog wasn’t bathed. There is no coffee cream for the morning. Laundry is still waiting. The floor didn’t get washed. The dishes not done, though that’s an easy task while the kettle boils for coffee. There was no writing. I started and finished a whole section of what is likely a new project and since then, nothing—waiting in writing purgatory. Tapping the keyboard distractedly, waiting for inspiration, for the muse, for a new place to begin again.<br />___<br />
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Self Portrait #11, ©Brenda Clews 2019. 18"x24" (cropped), oil on canvas.</div>
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August 25, 2019<br />
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A resemblance to me is actually developing after eleven drawings and paintings! While this mirror self-portrait looks more like me, I'm told I'm still making myself look older than I am. Ah, well... lol!<br />
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This was my last painting in my spare room studio since it has been rented out. I've learned a lot about painting this summer because of the wonderful <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/953563308136769" target="_blank">Self Portrait Sundays</a> Facebook group and the weekly challenge to do a self portrait from life and am very appreciative. Normally, I don't have space to work in oil and acrylic so consistently - having a studio gave me the chance to experiment and, I hope, get better. I mostly painted one angle, though, since the space between bed and desk in the spare room didn't allow much maneuvering. I think painting the same pose over and over resulted in a better understanding of bone structure, musculature, skin tones and expression - I learnt to smile while staring intently into the mirror, too! In the background, the futon couch I've been sitting on to paint. Favourite new straw hat - it's blue!<br />
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Underpainting for Self-Portrait #11, ©Brenda Clews 2019. 18"x24", acrylic on canvas.</div>
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Today I covered a 18"x24" canvas in red acrylic paint, and then sketched myself in turquoise-phthalo. Very bright! Lol. I consider these self-portraits as ways to experiment with techniques and styles and, currently, I'm playing with underpainting. My plan is to paint skin tones, etc., overtop of this when I have time. Hopefully, I'll post the finished painting next Sunday.<br />
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August 18, 2019
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Don't know what to say of the journey to here or where I might be going.<br />
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Below is the underpainting in acrylic, and above, the next day, and many hours later, the portrait in traditional oils. Still learning! There's so much paint on it that I'm not sure I can work much more with it! Time to stop! Oils on a Dollarama 8”x10” canvas.<br />
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The underpainting, done August 17, 2019, took about an hour. The leftover acrylic palette from a bad commission experience, which probably fed into the painting- my 'sturm und drang'! Wanted to try painting in a different way to my normal mode. Overworked a little for sure - acrylics, even with retarder, dry so quickly you can't blend. It came out expressionistic. The proportions! From now on, I must draw or map out where the features of the face are before painting. I may try to fix it in oils, or not. A not-very-success self portrait on a Dollarama 8”x10” canvas.<br />
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Brenda Clewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400505552810078505noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170945.post-17472126593919396652019-09-06T19:30:00.000-04:002019-09-06T19:30:07.158-04:00A bad experience with a commissionI got caught in a tangle of intrigues, of hinted devastating illness and poverty, and when I realized the pull on the heartstrings was likely a ploy to get a reduced price, I refused to sell it. I was so incensed with the fabrications and the name calling mud-slinging when I called this person out, I said I would shred the painting. I was given what amounted to an honorarium, which was ostensibly the payment and honestly, so way-below-minimum-wage it was almost a 'bleep' and then told to keep the money since they didn't care about it. A bad experience.<br />
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In the invoice I sent to the client detailing the actual amount given, along with a high resolution .tif file, I made it clear that I had rights to use the lower resolution .jpeg image to promote my work on my website and in social media.<br />
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What I learned was to <i>never</i> drop your asking price on compassionate grounds. You don't know a person's true life situation.<br />
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And, sometimes, for wealthy people, money is a game. How big a deal can you get - it's fun for them.<br />
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My friends, some of whom sell their art, or offer other services like Reiki, or tarot readings, have all said you set a price and it is the same for everyone, no exceptions. They charge their friends the same price they charge their clients.<br />
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A lesson learnt. I am very grateful I did not sell the painting for the amount of money I was sent, and was able to say no to a larger commission that I had already begun to get caught on again.<br />
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The enquiry for the larger commissioned portrait and its cost was agreed on, and then they slipped in the spouse, the extra person. It was done so skillfully that I barely noticed.<br />
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Two people are two entirely different skin tones, two whole sets of preparatory drawings, two different palettes! It is twice the work! The curator at a gallery where I had a solo show some years ago told me I had to double, or nearly double my price for painting a couple.<br />
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I know that. How'd I get glamoured (hypnotized)?<br />
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This experience, of course, changes me.<br />
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Now, there is sympathy, certainly, deep empathy if the situation is difficult, but no 'deals,' no price drops. It's sad to come to this - but one bad experience does it.<br />
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