Thursday, September 23, 2010

My Little Faery Friend Daisy...


Sometimes...from the peripheral vision...you get fleeting glimpses of movement...
Many folks pass this off as a trick of the eyes...
Some just think that the imagination is playing tricks on them...
Some just like to lay on the dewy grass and watch the world go by before their very eyes...

It is now officially Autumn...season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...
So why are my little Fae friends still playing in the grass with no vests to keep the chills out?
I have no answer to that one...
As you can see...some of my little ones still hold fast to the notion of freedom without inhibitions...I suppose if you are a Fae then you can get away with it...unlike us giant folks the human beans.

Let me introduce you to Daisy...a pretty little thing...not at all shy...having a morning stretch in the Autumn sunshine...I don't know how she managed to find daisies still in flower though...but let's just call it Artistic License...

She said it was okay to paint her but only from the back...
I'm happy to do that though...it saves having to edit over body parts to be able to post my pictures on here...some folks you see are a little worried about seeing naked things on blogs and I might get into trouble...(although that doesn't usually stop me he he )

Daisy as you may have noticed doesn't have wings...she can fly without them...so I suppose evolution had a hand in that somewhere...much like us.

Well...I just thought that Daisy and I should wish everyone a beautiful Autumnal Equinox...that wondrous time where the world is equal and night and day are even...
If, as you take a lovely Autumnal walk... kicking through the fallen leaves...you happen to see Daisy...introduce yourself to her...she's a real sweetie...she always smells of blossomy mist...and she would be so pleased to know that you caught a glimpse of her...out of your peripheral vision...



Friday, September 17, 2010

Rhiannon


I started this painting a few weeks ago before the infliction of my most recent spate of illness and finally, I finished her. It wasn't until last night when I did so that I discovered her name, Rhiannon.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Astronomer's Table


What is it about the stars that makes us feel the need to understand them?
Why did those people (men mostly) many centuries ago want to learn about them and plot their positions on their charts?
Why do the planets fascinate us so much...as they travel along their path around the sun?

I have no real understanding of these things...
But they still fascinate me...

And there could not be one amongst us who has not gazed out at the Bat black night sky and wondered...
Some of the things we see up there...may have expired long ago...gone out in a glorious blaze of glory...which may
never have been witnessed by a human being...
Some stars...by the time we see them twinkling...are already long gone...

It makes the things down here on this small blue planet of ours seem very insignificant...
That a star so bright could be gone without being wished upon...

So...for those of you with a little magick in your souls...
If you get the chance... step out into the beautiful darkness and look upon the vastness of the night sky...
Hold up your heads and stretch out your arms as wide as you can...and wish upon the first star that you see...
And remember...it came a long way to see you...



Thursday, September 09, 2010

To Art or not to Art that is the question.

Many years ago, in my youth and I might add in my own case confusion, I thought ART was only the disciplines. You know sculpture, painting, writing, etc. I had no idea that life (and a couple of thousand years) would give me a totally different perspective and outlook.

I just love the Eden story but check out the other symbolism

I have a dear friend also an ex art teacher, older than I by a few decades, that's hard to fathom, who is really Old School when it comes to ART. We go to galleries and festivals and gatherings together and she is ever more critical of what is "allowed in" at showings. I on the other hand am comforted by the thought that maybe the snottiness of the ART crowd is mellowing some.

the stones are onyx, the work is from Taxco in it's heyday

Now don't get me wrong, I will not ever say that the mass produced vs one of a kind is totally artistic but I will not ever say that the initial product isn't ART. There's the rub. Can't you just see, say Monet hawking his paintings and prints of paintings in the same venue? Hmmmmmmmm. but then we aren't in the benefactor era any longer either. It is my privilege and honor to associate myself with artists, be they pagan or otherwise and share ups, downs, thoughts, hopes, and mistakes (for them, not so much for me, oh hell yes) and continue to learn from them. I do this on the computer, at the gallery, at a showing, at home with my grands and in my quiet time (if  I can catch some) I am blessed by the encounters.

the women are @ 6" tall, this is exquisite

That is what this aged like a fine wine (which is also an art) old broad has learned along the way. Don't close your possibilities down by preconceived notions of what ART is. And don't let anyone else judge what you do as not being artistic. There's enough of that pile of stuff in other arenas of life. Be free, be productive, be authentic.
this is carved wood, incredible work


And while you're at it, come and see what Pagan Art Network has to offer. We'd welcome your visit.

All the photos in this posting were at the Santa Fe International Folk Art Museum.

Monday, September 06, 2010

Strength in Solitude


I painted this picture a few months ago but you all know how we get with our work...I was never really happy with it...so I hid it away from my vision...in the hope that it would look better tomorrow...

I'm not sure it ever will look better to me...
I don't think that I will ever be happy with a painting...

We all go through this...I know that my fellow PAN members feel this way at times...
But I thought that I would show it on the blog anyway...as a kind of cathartic exercise...
I need to let go of my negative feelings towards my art...
I need to just create and not be so sorry that I am not, and never will be, an "Old Master"...

Sometimes we forget this...we put undue pressure on ourselves to be something we are not...not just in our art but in our lives also...

The painting is called "Strength in Solitude"...it is painted with acrylics on 18 x14" canvas...just in case you were wondering :0)

There now...I'm feeling my burden lighten a little already...