finding time to paint
There's snow on top,
then layers of ice. Between the lower ice shelf and the water, icicles hang
down, some looking like fierce sharp teeth and others like they should be on a
crystal chandelier. The water, what is visible, is dark and fast-flowing
shooting out from under one section of snow-covered ice to disappear under
Intriguing ice formation between snow and water in the brook.
Some snow/ice sections are shaped like irregular flying saucers with a wider white top and tapering down to a smaller-circumferenced ice stand or rock with dark cave-like openings along the shoreline. I can't help but look and get caught up in the minute variations. I finally edited and posted photos taken the past four days.
Driving home from
breakfast with artist friends on Wednesday, the gauge in the car read 34
degrees. I went out on the back deck to take photos of the brook and the
thermometer there read 42 degrees. Not that warm, but with the sun, it felt
balmy. I took my time, put up a couple of bird feeders. (I only put them up
when I’m sitting here and take them down at night.)
The ducks were out across the street and ran down the driveway to the edge of the road where snow melt was running. It was funny to see them trying to splash in the small stream and hearing their nasally “Quack, quack, quack,” and seeing their little tails wag. Soon they settled onto a bare section of lawn where the warm sun had melted the snow.
One of the issues with living alone and being an artist is there’s no one else to pick up the slack of doing chores. I can’t devote the time on pastel painting or writing as much as I’d like. It’s necessary to take care of every-day living. Sometimes a few days go by before I can get back in the studio.
Interruptions to the creative flow can make it harder to return to a project. I deal with that by taking one day at a time and not stressing over what I’m not getting done. I strive to enjoy every moment and celebrate even the little accomplishments. And I do accomplish something good every day!
I managed to sneak tweaks here and there on the rose of Sharon painting and signed it. I decided not to crop it. I practiced more with raindrops, and after re-doing them, I called the painting done, let it sit for a day, then sprayed it with fixative. I'm still debating a title.
Calling it done but still need a title
As always, I question. Am I really done? Should I do more? Too often, though, excess tweaking doesn’t help. I need to walk away and leave it alone. And already, paintings on the other easels are calling, “Me! Me! My turn!”
Tomorrow night, Friday, March 22, 5:30-7 p.m., is the opening for New Works 2019 at The Gallery at MainStreet BookEnds in Warner, NH. Over 30 local artists are represented in this show. Four of my pastel paintings will be on display and for sale. If you're over that way, stop in.
The book store is open seven days a week, so the beautiful art work is available for viewing every day.