These three paintings were a few that I did a while back to loosen up - it was a short lived obsession (like most of them) and seemed to serve as a palette cleanse after nearly thirty years of old master copies. I used the first one for a Christmas card from last year (2017). I had to perk up the details on these with brushes but at first it was straight fingerpainting, and as close to automatic painting as I am likely to get. I used house paint on top of glaze on primed canvas to get something that would move under my fingers instead of tempera on water on butcher paper, but other than that it was just as much fun as I remembered. Do they still fingerpaint in school? It was the best. I think that's when I learned that paint was a very good friend. The images are recurring ones for me over a number of years, bunnies and nature spirits especially, this time the nature spirits were pregnant, which sort of brings together all those fertility figures that I always found interesting. Still, pregnant fairies are a bit odd. That spiky plant with the birds on the flower stalk happens over and over and over.
I've had mask obsessions before, but not for a while. Now I seem to need to make a new one every day, and if I look sure enough there will be something for me... This one is some info is veiled and not completely available
this one is we may be old, winds are strong, but we're hanging in with good humor
nature is happy! we have pet friends to enjoy!
a lot of fun swirly energy out there, stay centered
My sun energy dreams of my moon
Sometimes you just want to wrap up in pretty things
My beautiful rescue, Angel, passed on December 1 after thirteen fun years. There is a huge hole in the house, and my son comments that we had no idea how much acreage she was taking up. She was in great health until quite recently and suddenly seem to develop Alzheimer's and her sight went and hearing, but she still had the zoomies even if she didn't recognize us all the time. I hope to see her back again one of these days. Miss you baby.
The current wild hair is pillows. I got enough fabric to make twelve covers, got a box of pillows, and have completed six. I'm doing them with the underpainting technique that I use on everything. Acrylics on suede cloth. The first two sets of three pillows are meant to be put together.
Quite honestly, I feel like I'm being trained or something. I get some idea, rabidly put together the materials, turn out some things and immediately lose interest in ever doing it again, but I feel some little pat on the back, like well done. Wait to see what comes next. As always- as soon as something is completed, I see it full of personal messages. This time the goldfish said you don't swim with the school. The landscape was a right/left brain diagram, with the foreground in front of the stream being the right brain with some spiritual symbolism and a rabbit (my symbol for Meek) waiting in safety under a protective tree while a spiritual dove comes to land on a plant that is home to a lot of incarnate souls and a moth crosses over to the left brain side. fish in the stream flow between the two sides, and the left brain is inhabited by an unnatural cat sitting on a plush sofa with tea and a carpet, Other stuff too, but I wear out thinking of all of it. Then the flower pillows, obvious angel messengers in nature and the unfolding zinnia of many colors. The cave art pillows from 35,000 years ago, we knew it was beautiful then too.