I had the opportunity to listen to some beautiful cello music in Portland over the weekend. I was so moved, and inspired by the music! Thankfully I had my sketch pad and pencil in my bag (I take it everywhere I go). While I listened to the music I sketched. Isn't that what every artist does when they're moved and inspired during a concert?
I'm happy to say that my artwork will be in another gallery. I'm looking forward to being part of a wonderful community of artists at Love Art Gallery in SE Portland. If you're in the Portland area check it out. http://www.loveartgallery.net/
When I started this painting I was filled with self doubt. I was fearful about the changes occurring in my life, and I was feeling like I had no control. I wanted to bury my head in the sand, and shield my eyes from the perceived doom and gloom. I was even ready to pack away my paints and brushes, wondering if my life long dream of supporting myself as an artist would always remain just that - - a dream, only to be enjoyed as I sleep.
I love to spend time on the beach, listening intently to the ocean sounds, hopeful I will find answers along with the comfort derived from my time spent there. I began this piece with a sketch of a woman (me) on the beach. Because of many fears and doubts I drew her covering her eyes from the life all around her. I gave myself a little pep talk as I painted the threatening sky, and I reminded myself to breathe. “Just breathe. Think happy thoughts,” I encouraged myself. “With every deep breath think peace.” I remembered my thoughts have power. Our thoughts help create our reality. So I painted gentle seas and sail boats - - smooth sailing. As I continued to focus on my breathing, and the sailboats sailing effortlessly I was reminded of the power that an image has on emotions, and in turn on our vibrations that we send out into the world.
Painting has always been a form of meditation for me, and even more so with this painting.. As I painted./meditated “messages” began to emerge, and a bottle in the sand. Answers to my silent questions. All I need to do is uncover my eyes. I then became aware of that space between the beginning of my painting, and the finishing touches . . . “between the inhale and the exhale, palette and the canvas, the hands and creation.”
It dawned on me that I am living in that space between the inhale and exhale . . . as I paint.
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