I can’t believe summer has come and gone. Because of our lack of rain September slipped by masking itself in the unusual warm weather. As I sit and look out the window I see a few maple trees already have put on their red leaves. Some trees have lost many leaves while others are still a summer green.
Last weekend I started to clean the garden. Collecting seeds for spring, trimming dead branches and even planting a few new plants. I started by digging a hole for my newly purchased Japanese Anemone. This variety of Anemone caught my eye not only because of the delicate pink flowers but that this plant also blooms in September. With our recent warm weather this Autumn the flowers are still blooming.
Creating holes and moving dirt give me a sense of accomplishment. I believe it is the same feeling when painting or any other creative process. The work is more physical than what I do in the art room but has that same lasting vibe of a job well done.
Digging on this property sometimes yields treasure. I’ve dug up colored bottles, kids toys and less exciting objects too. Occasionally I find bits of clam shells or beads. This day I found a rare treat. Three preserved seashells fully intact filled with dirt and buried almost 12 inches deep. Upon washing them I found their brittle shells had worn quite thin. I tried to clean their insides but found the dirt is keeping their shape together.
These three seashells stayed on this deck post for several days. One morning I found a squirrel was investigating them. He picked up the two on each end and threw them on the ground. The shell in the middle he took, with difficulty, and hopped away into the woods. I guess he had found his treasure from the sea.
Today’s painting is a tribute entitled A Life Remembered. This past weekend our family lost our longest living member. At this point I am at a loss for words. A blog post is not what I want to be doing at the moment. However, this painting is directly related to that loss. A Life Remembered is an abstract cross section of a white calla lily. The lush green and blue background is a color I felt safe inside. The bright white petal of the flower is the brilliance of the family members spirit and soft glowing pale yellow is his soul. The flame, or stamen, found inside is the spire of fire, the life shown from inside out. Thin orange, red and blue shows the intensity of his life form.
His was not a fleeting life but one of lengthy service to others. He will be missed dearly.
The painting 7 Poppy Seed Pods was first inspired by color choice. While visiting a friends garden I found she had a mass of spent poppies. I’ve always been intrigued with poppy pods shape and color. Their color is a silky blueish green and they wear little crowns of brown tipped with yellow giving the illusion of little heads. Cut those poppy seed pods in half horizontally and you have a wonderfully symmetrical flower shape inside. Call me a nerd but I find it facinating how mathematics shapes our world in this way.
The background choice is terracotta. This brownish red works so well with the beauty of the 7 poppy seed pods I’ve painted in this piece. Like my Vinca Vine painting natural colors just pop when paired a terracotta brown.
I had another art dream and this time it brought me to the latest blue and white dots project. As regular readers who will know, I receive many art projects via dreams. These art dreams chase me down nightly until I actually put them in action.
The original dream was quite psychedelic. It was like being in and Austin Powers movie party scene. The blue and white concentrical rings sunk into the middle of a circle over and over till I became dizzy. By the third night I said, “Enough!”. Thus the blue and white dots project was born.
I have plans for this blue and white dots project. I think I’ll drive myself further crazy by making a pattern of them.
I remember when I didn’t sit in the house on the 4th of July and listen to the explosions in near by towns. Packing the car with children, bug spray, blankets and chairs to navigate through towns for the best views of the fireworks. I watched others, faces turned upwards with light from the pyrotechnics display lighting their faces making them look like human fireflies. The symphony of collective “ohhhs” and “ahhhs” as the sky would pop and sizzle with light would end with wild applause after the night’s canvas was filled with smoke and burning retina sparks of color. I think tonight I will venture out to see what magic the night holds.
The latest endeavor to capture inspiration is called White Lotus. My 18 year old son has made music using electronic software since he was 10. I find his style changes as he matures and his latest personal cd was magical. One track in particular inspired me to paint this white lotus on a green lily pad. I could see in my mind’s eye the blue water rippling in the sunlight creating small waves by the white lotus.
I find depending on the music my paintings reveal what state of mind I am in. I’m very happy with this simple painting. It shows the calm inner feeling I was experiencing while painting this piece. Hope you like it, thanks for viewing.