gathering up...

bits and pieces- canvas painting.
Yes, from my latest post written about: my point of view from my rocking chair  
to this so far... and the painting is still not settled. 
The story has yet to completely unfold. 
I am randomly seeking, desperate for what is needed to help it along. 
Interesting.
Why? because this is how my life is right now too. 
I am rob and stripped from even the simple pleasures of sanity and comfort.
It is reflecting in my work as well... 

It is like wanting to fall off the edge of a cliff... without get injured, impossible right? 

grateful smiles...

pocketbook- art book project.

the wording seemed perfect for this collage piece, what a wonderful thought

don't you think? 

This pocketbook is a really fun project and was incorporated as a swap, which I hosted for our artist community group- The Studio
Using junk-mail envelopes, cardboard, and painted paper from my desk top... 
makes for the perfect art project any day of the week. 
Makes for "grateful smiles" towards anyone. 

point of view from a rocking chair...

painting - 

Yes, still is a work in progress. 

This is the same canvas I have been working on, this time from my rocking chair. 

Building layers by applying several of the human senses- see, hear, and touch.

The story is building...

I am drawn inward by the attachment and the emotional display captured 

throughout this canvas. 

A lot of thinking has been worked out here.

I truly enjoy my old rocking chair. 

Old, to me... over a decade. 

Ive moved a few times, traveled from place to place and so has this chair.

My Son put this chair together for me. 

He is not around to tell anyone the story.

He would tell you how much he wanted to anything else, but build this chair. 

Now... that he is deployed overseas, all he wishes is to come back safely and sit in this rocking chair.

Porch to deck. Ive kept it out of the weather. 

This rocking chair has been a favorite to all my kids. 

Now, they are all grown up. 

Now, no one sits in my rocking chair but me. 

I laugh inside, because there was a time... 

I would hear them argue about who gets to sit on it, I sat there first, you had it last time. 

I bet the rocking chair misses that just as much as I do. 

To have a purpose. To know you being there is needed. 

To shelter you during the storm and move you out into the sunlight... because it is the right thing to do.  

I can not deny myself any longer. 

To act or as I would put it... "pretend" so that others can feel comfortable 

is causing me great stress, because it is not me. 

Being unrealistic, lowering my standards, and exceeding my expectations 

is not meeting in the middle. It is all an act leading you down a ONE WAY STREET.

Ending up at a dead end... because you can not be yourself. 

Oh my rocking chair, you and I have a history together. You know me well. 

Many have sat here with you, you are a great listener. 

I look through the transparency of the layers on this canvas.

I see it. I feel it. It is coming together.

** rocking back and forth in my rocking chair is soothing to my soul ** 

The next layer I applied on top of this... blew me away. 

I will save it for a future post. 

all this from my old rocking chair.

DIY- inspiration

paper art flowers 
crafty fun. 

The inspiration for these paper flowers was gathered from here:

auntpeaches.com

I personally loved everything about this art project. 

Altered a few things along the way and that is okay in my book!

Honestly, the whole point of grabbing inspiration is to make art. 

By adding your "style" to the piece, then calling it your own. 

Acknowledge and honor- establishing and giving credit to the original artist (creator) 

is a must. 

"Pay your respects!"... I say. t

"Thank you, Aunt Peaches, for yet... another fabulous, fun project." 

in the moment...

collage - picking up the pieces. 
This is what if feels like whenever I create using this technique. 

collectively gather up the leftovers, misplaced, and forgotten fragments of paper. 

Placing it all together. 

Trying to make some sense of it all... a sense of harmony. 

It all has to add up somehow, right?

rambles from an artist...

another day 

 

This painting has moved me in a completely different direction. 

Honestly, I have no idea where I am headed with this either. 

The whole concept of me painting this canvas was to discover the direction I am headed.

There is some really deep thoughts in those layers, trust me. 

I find it very interesting, watching how some artists can produce a wonderful painting

in one sitting. 

Yes... I can too. I am not sure if there is much meaning to it.

It is a project said and done, but where is the message?

The hidden story? The visual depth of emotion?

I am not searching for one here, it is more of a "gathering"... 

a collection of thoughts, events that have taken place recently, and using natural light as my resource. 

This in its own right will become the story.

The tag just happen to cross my path. 

My thoughts on this are, do we make meaningful art? 
Are we willing to part will those pieces of work, that we have put so much time and effort into creating?
Even better question... what about the paintings, like this one here, that have some emotional attachment to. 
Can or will I be willing to part with it? How about you? 
Maybe, just maybe... you need to part with the painting to deliver a message.
At the time of painting, it is moving energy. Alive. 
The energy stops once the painting is complete... is it still alive? 
If the story is seen differently by the individual does this bring it back to life? 

I know, this is going way off the chart here... but I am just rambling.