Go Placidly Amongst The Noise And Haste…

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there  may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.  Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to  the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and  aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy  your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career,  however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of  time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of  trickery.  But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many  persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially do not feign affection.  Neither be cynical about  love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as  perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things  of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.   But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.  Many fears are born of  fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a  child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a  right to be here.  And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the  universe is unfolding as it should.  Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.

And  whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful  world.  Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata

It’s Been A While..

It’s been a while (there’s a song there, somewhere) since I have mustered up the ability to sit down at this computer, specifically stop, think about and write about what has been occurring..  It’s been an eventful 2-3 weeks and I have neglected my internet social circles, only popping on to display new paintings and pop onto Twitter for a quick how-do-you-do.  For that I apologise, I have had (thanks to the old email updates) a quick nosey at what everyone else has been up to now and then which is always good 😉

The last time I had a good natter was when we had just received our visitor.  Oh My Days.  Our home has barely survived, Sylvester practically became a street cat, we almost divorced each other.  As lovely as Molly-The-Hyper-Active-St.Bernard-who-thought-she-was-small-enough-to-be-a-bouncy-puppy is, she was just Too Big!  On walks she would pull on the lead and you were in danger of being dragged behind her, hanging on for dear life with both hands like in the cartoons (you dare not let her go, she would be off, scaring the life out of small children and their perants.  Probably run off with a small child thinking they were playing ball).  With slobber all over tables, chairs, clothes, hair all over EVERYTHING and Poos as big as small cats were too much for us.  The good thing about all this though is My Dorchester and I have decided that we are definitely not parent material.   The loved up ‘I-love-you-so-much-I-want-your-babies’ fluffyness has been satisfactorily squished and brushed under the sofa for now, for fear the baby/ies will be shoved into the garden every other hour of the day, never to be allowed in any of the rooms in the house and locked in the living room while we relax and enjoy such things as  clean clothes.

Safe to say Sylvester is OK now.  He did not run off and live with a quiet old lady down the road, and he has not stressed himself out and made himself ill again (touch wood. Long storey).  Satisfied the monster has finally been vanquished from his castle home, he has rubbed himself along every possible piece of furniture in the house and is back into his usual routine of scratching and meowing to be let outside the front door just as I fall asleep at night and meowing at our bedroom window at 6am to be let back in the front door, then scratching at the bedroom door to be fed half an hour later (Why would we need children when we have the cat which is like one, anyway?).

Good news though!  I have finally got my hands on a new job  9-5!  Evenings, weekends, bank holidays, Christmases and New Years off, Hurrah! (I’m a ‘normal’ person again!)  I went to a couple of interviews in the past week, one good, one not so good I haven’t even heard back from the interview (don’t ask).  It got to the point I was very stressed out, the situation at my office and the situation I was in, it made me very down and low.  It was getting progressively worse at the company, I had bad hours and could not get my head in gear and find time to study, I could not sleep properly and altogether made me not a very nice person to share a space with.  But fortunately, thanks to a friend of ours (who had also worked for the same company and so knew what it was like) I was put in touch with an agency and have a position which is within the same industry but a Good step up. WooHoo!!

But during this hectic period I kept painting at least.  I am the type of person who needs to find a way to be productive, within anything, even if it is not the intended finished subject, it helps to keep the mind positive.

‘With all it’s sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world’ – Desiderata

I experimented with ‘Finger Painting’.  I love this style, I love the fact I make a painting with my actual hands.  I made a couple of Sunset ‘Abstract Landscape’ types this way and they came out pretty good, I like the expressionist style, I love the way the paint blends and sits on the canvas, I like how your eyes are not given the direct and completed picture, your imagination needs to play a part to see the scene.  This is, in my opinion, one of a few fantastic styles like this, because the person viewing the painting gets more involved than with just getting a completed pretty picture to look at.  You get to find your own picture within the painting and I think it becomes more personal.

I have also made a painting for an old friend who I recently came back into contact with.  We share birthdays a few days apart and being as it’s such a fantastic thing to be back in each others lives (she literally lives just down the road from us, as it turns out) I thought making a painting would be something nice to do.

I am currently trying to master figures.  I love the shape of the human body, and I used to be able to sketch them but I seem to have lost the ability with paint.  I would love to create facial expressions to go with the emotional shades of colour I like to use, maybe it is because I am older and have lost the sight/imagination I used to be able to freely grasp (or it could be just the fact I cannot draw faces?!) but practise makes perfect, as they say.

My Dorchester bought me some art stuff for my birthday a week ago.  I have only just mustered up enough courage to use the lovely acrylic paints he bought (they come in a foil tube and everything) I would never buy myself those because I am in no way confident in my ability to be happy with what I paint enough to spend that type of money, I just go for the plastic Reeves acrylics still which do me fine.   As if to panic me further, painting this new painting, I have ended up painting over it Twice, because I could not seem to find the right colours, and was not happy with it.. but maybe it could have been the fact I was so concious of wanting to get it perfect that I messed it up?

My Dorchester and I  heatedly disagreed about this one, I asked him what he thought, he told me ‘I dunno babe, it’s not my favourite, the colours are a bit bland like, why don’t you just paint an Abstract Landscape?’ I could have bitten his head off.  I posted an ‘In Progress’ picture on Facebook too.  A friend of mine commented: ‘What’s wrong with her boobs?’ (she is Danish and she is quite brash with her words) I said: ‘They are quite big’ She says: ‘They are deformed!’ I say: ‘Is it that bad?’ To which she replied: ‘Depends what your trying to say’.  At this point I was pissed off, thinking: ‘Can’t anyone look at a painting that’s not obviously a true representation and not expect a perfect replica of whatever it is?!’ My Dorchester pointed out, why did I post on Facebook if I didn’t want comments?  I advised I wanted comments but I want them coated in sugar (I storm off at this point to re-do the boobs).  I replied to my Danish friend: ‘I am not trying to say anything, just wanted to paint a figure, and at this point she seems to be suffering abnormal boobs.’  To which my Danish friend replies; ‘Well no one is perfect, I guess!’.

To finish off my post I have added a few tunes for you enjoy..

It’s Been A While – Stained

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=araU0fZj6oQ

From My Painting Playlist 🙂

Faithless & Dido – Flowerstand Man

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKZjkF2AGqw

Eels – Beautiful Freak

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QM6SNrmH0r8

I shall try my best to write another, more constructive and informative blog soon.. Hope you all have a fantastic Monday! 😉

New Art Work!

So instead of catching up on collage work on my two days off, I of course got stuck into and completed a new piece of artwork!

These are my latest editions, I am having so much fun experimenting, learning.. each painting has it’s own wee storey behind it (if I told you each one you would be here forever!) but most importantly just creating something and being able to say ‘I did that’ is the greatest thing for me at the moment.   Please take a look and enjoy 🙂

Celebration 

I threw all thought out of the window on this one and had not much plan at all.  The canvas (but it’s not a canvas, it’s actually a piece of thin MDF type board I found outside of someone’s door that I stole),  was actually going to be something completely different, I think that’s why I love this painting it completely grew into itself and it’s a piece of board I found on the street.  Personally, you cannot get much purer than that in a piece of art in my opinion.

I wanted to add the quote from Desiderata on this piece (which is written along the outside of the thigh).  This has become a piece of artwork that to me represents life and what you can make it.  I found a huge dirty piece of board off the street, scraped of the paper and used tissue paper saved from gifts, whacked in some sand from an epic day at the beach into the acrylic and created a pretty decent piece of art.  Just goes to show, it’s what you make of it.

Untitled

This piece is again on a piece of board I rescued off the street (I think I have made a habit of this).  When I was younger I was at odds with a lot of things in my life, including myself.  I used to sit in my room on my own a lot, listen to music, smoke pot and draw.  One thing I used to draw quite a bit of (and I wish I had saved my drawings now I am ‘an artist’ as I could capture them like I never used to then) was faces.  Split faces, to be exact.  It was like a representation of how I felt in my head, split between to types of people, torn in two with trying to figure out what the F*** was going on in my head being a confused young person.  This pastel and acrylic creation is a partial of how I remember I used to create my face back then.  Being older and (a little) wiser about myself I could not capture half of the anguish within it like before, but I am glad I have created something from my past.  I was never able to introduce colour into my sketches back then, It’s nice to know I have learnt a little 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreamer

Dreamer is kind of a self portrait.. It reminds me of myself, in my own little world, my own pleasant bubble, just thinking about all the things that makes me happy.

 

 

 

 

 

Untitled

This artwork is inspired from an earlier piece I created as a gift for a friend.  I wanted to create a bigger version of the lady once I had improved my technique.  I think she may be my currant favourite lady, just because I am so happy with the way I have captured her wings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Untitled

I am not quite sure why this one is untitled, I was sure I had a name for her as she came into being (Maybe it is because a certain Dorchester keeps taking the micky out of my ability to only create fairies!?).  I know he is joking, but in defence I love fairies and angels, they can represent so much.  Anyhow, this picture here is my first accomplishment with clouds.  As simple as they are and as this picture is, I am quite proud at this little detail.  Most of my pictures are fairly abstract and expressionist, so every little realistic detail I get my brush around is OK in my book (Anyway Sod Him, I would like to see him try and paint a fairy). 😉

Cut My Wings

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RlUwS1LKRs

‘Cut my wings
Shot me down I cannot fly

When I lay my head down
On my bed I sure do cry

Cap’n how long
Must I stand your evil ways

One day I get outta here
It’s gonna be your very last day’

 

Again, SeaSick Steve.  But I don’t think I need to say why 😉

Enjoy!

Desiderata – My Reminder

‘With all it’s sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world’ Desiderata

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desiderata

A Beautiful quote to remember.

I designed a tattoo with this quote in Latin.  Wonderfully translated by a great bloke I met at a beer festival ‘Mr Swerve’.  (I still owe him a bottle of Pimms or two for his time, I think.. I shall get that to you one day soon, Mr Swerve! xx)

I wanted to capture this quote as it is fantastically inspiring to me, reminding me that nothing is so bad that you should let yourself go.  That if you try hard enough, you can make changes for yourself however small.  The Chrysanthemum was my late Grandfather and Grandmothers favourite flower, and also mine.

They were a great inspiration to me and ‘Nanny’ was brilliantly talented with many things; they both made dolls houses, dolls house furniture, ‘Gaga’ (I couldn’t say Granddad) made boats, wooden bowls etc.  Nanny made china dolls, tried to teach me Tapestry, knitting, she painted with oils and watercolours.  I never did pick up knitting or tapestry though!

It was through her I became creative,  she taught me life’s valuable lessons like ‘treat people the way you yourself would like to be treated’, never to be judgemental towards people.  My mother, Liz, left when I was about two and Nanny (my mothers mum) was there, she largely shaped who I am today.  My Father was mostly preoccupied trying to live his life as well as be a father, they were both very young, he was 19 Liz was 16.

Gaga – Mac, passed away from a heart attack a few years before her and as Nanny – Daphney – was the one who had been ill everyone was shocked.  Nanny was a very strong woman, she battled a stroke and cancer twice (they never let on to me exactly what went on as I was too young, apparently) as well as the loss of her husband, but unfortunately when cancer came a third time she decided she had had enough.  This was early December about 5 years ago.

And so Desiderata for me holds a lot of meaning.  I have been very lucky through my life and one day soon I shall have my tattoo completed (It is still a sketch on my skin right now, so fingers crossed I will eventually sell some paintings and afford to get it finished!?).  A reminder to me every morning, noon and night to be thankful, that life is still beautiful and full of precious people and memories who inspire and encourage 😉

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