All about my journey in encaustic art and cold wax and mixed media.
Category: cold wax journaling
| 19 August, 2016 12:14
So the journey continues...after several workshops this summer, concluding with the Advanced Teaching Workshop at R&F in NY, I am ready to focus on "finding my voice". I started with a lot of online research into just what exactly that means. It seems that it is something you have that desires to be expressed based on your individual views of the world and your own personal interests relating to it. And the important takeaway is that ONLY YOU can do it in the way you do it. Interesting...the uniquenesss of the individual is what is important and why we see several artists painting the same thing and yet they all look so different! (Unless, of course, it's a study in copying and then I have seen some amazing duplication.) And as we take in all the teaching and practice in what others have given us and what has gone before, at some point our inner voice screams out, "Let me break free of all that and just do what I am all about!!!", and so, hopefully we do. Sometimes, we get lucky and it was there all along, and we just have to realize it. Mostimes, it is through process that it is discovered. I was told it takes at least 5 years of full-time process to get to this place of "finding yourself " artistically. I have read it also can be an evolving thing that never stops changing in order to satisfy the artists need for expression. This makes perfect sense as my last post related that all we can count on is things will change. I have enjoyed looking back on my work and realize that I speak on many levels - one is obviously nature oriented/inspired and seen in the landscapes and use of natural ephemera, one is obsessed with color palettes and choices and has to do with the emotions they elicit, and yet another is more difficult to define and I wonder what exactly I am trying to say in these pieces. The "watchers" or "souls" as I call them are very interpretive of inner dialogues I have have had, both past and present. I think it is time to reflect more on them and what they are telling me so that I can share this with others...
Incidentally, the piece below sold the first night of an exhibit to an opera singer that I noticed staring at it. I spoke to him about the fact that it was my favorite piece of the series and we both agreed. I so love to be there and meet the person who connects to the work and takes it home.
| 21 May, 2016 03:43
The selling of my gallery after two years of investment in time, sweat and money, and the moving of my studio out of the public eye and back to a private one has been a world of change. And while I truly loved the interaction with the public, and learned much from the experience of being on the other side of the table when it comes to to the art world, I am very happy to be back on this side. Now I can choose when to be public and interactive and when to hunker down and get focused on my creativity. I used to think I needed the energy of others to get truly inspired, but I see now that it is something I can get from all kinds of experiences and not just from people.This new series, called 'environs' is one that was born from a need to have some high resolution pictures of my cold wax work. Most of my pieces weres sold and I didn't have access to get better photos, so that meant I needed to create to some new work and get serious about the photography of the pieces as well. So I went into the studio with a purpose, but I needed a plan and some serious inspiration. Being back in the studio was a new/old experience, as I had returned to it after abandoning it for 2 years. I had felt alone and uninspired and longed for the comraderie and interaction I had seen the artists in Asheville River Arts District have. Coming back, I added lighting and windows and arranged the space to meet my new needs. It has a decidedly different feel now and I treasure the time I spend there, Friends come and paint there at least once a week so I get my people fix, but have plenty of time for solitude and reflection as well. Once in the zone, I am oblivious to time and not until I get the inevitable phone call from hubby do I even realize it's past dinner time. The new windows gave me a view of the white pines that line the drive and along with a new tube of Indian yellow I had the catalysts to create some abstract landscapes for a workshop I am going to teach in Texas this fall. Sometimes change is good and it just all falls into place ....