Atlas

 Of course, they think I'm a man. After all, it's been such a long time since I've seen anyone.

"But, who, but a man could hold up the weight of the heavens?!"

"What do men know of perseverance?", I counter. "To hold the heavens for all time..."

And to think that I'm made of stone. Rigid and unmoving. Do the scientists not reveal to us that the heavens move?

To think that strength alone bears aloft the heavens. No, it takes more than strength. To sway and bend as the heavens shift in my arms. It takes a dancer's grace. It is a womb that I carry above. Pulsing and throbbing with life. And wombs can only be carried by women. And only love can bear the weight of the world.

Destroy your art!

 Why do I paint patterns and then damage them? Distress them?

Maybe it's my love of history. Finding buried treasures that have been brought to light. Worn and well-loved pieces of....something. Something bigger. Something lost.

 Maybe it's loving the look of old barns and houses. Wondering about the lives that lived there. Looking at old photographs and putting yourself in that time, that place, feeling how the air felt and the way the wind smelled

 Maybe it's because we all carry scars. Parts that are covered up, parts that have been broken. Parts that are still breaking....Maybe this is why I paint patterns, bright colors....and why I destroy them, sand them down, smear the paint, muddy the colors and take sharpened blades and chip away at the surface....to reveal a different, stranger beauty. A beauty revealed in age and endurance.

 Maybe it's a way of painting time and life.....remembering other lives, places and times.

Maybe it's a way to reveal a truth....that I have yet to discover or name.....but I know that it's out there because I see it shining in the broken pieces of things that remain....

Golden Fruit

 
She remembered green. Great rolling green. Like the ocean. That great expanse of water that tossed her stomach ridding it of the moldy potatoes she'd eaten at her last meal on the island. They had come here for the gold and they found it, stretched out all around them glistening in tiny grains under the burning red sun. But the real treasure, the only treasure she found was the strange, new golden fruit that tasted like life.

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New painting on recycled house wood.

The Herdess

The Herdess

Acrylic painted on recycled house wood.

There was a big pile of wood across the street. The city was finally tearing down the drug den where the prostitutes had covertly ducked into slowing cars.  The stench of mold and mildew lingered in the air and the bugs swarmed.

The lot was quickly emptied. And the grasses sprouted quicker, filling in the bare patch of earth exposed to the light for the first time in decades. Small fresh flowers replaced the fallen and sullen.

Before the city dump trucks came to haul away the walls and panels riddled with numerous nail holes, a quiet girl with her hair pulled back in a pony tail carefully sifted through the pile pulling out serviceable panels and dragging them down the street to her house. She would give them new life. Give the wood better pictures than they had previously witnessed. Perhaps let a new eyes see a different view.

She pulled out rusted nails. Sanded the rough sides and chose the face to paint. And created a new world.

The Herdess

She was strong. She worked hard and she cared for the animals that were hers to care for. They trusted her wisdom and guidance. She walked the firm earth in confidence. But behind her were crumbling walls. 

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Ain't No Grave Gonna Hold My Body Down

~~~Painted this weekend with help from my 5 year old nephew....

I'm like most people...I have experienced horrible, messy and terrible things in my life....

I try to be positive and forward thinking, but at the same time I don't want to trivialize the things that have happened to me...they've made me who I am for better or worse....

But, I am who I am...and I can't change that....

Maybe I'm jaded, maybe I'm a realist...but I don't think you can completely cover up certain things in your life...if you do, it has a tendency to grow in the shadows like mushrooms and become overwhelming...

But if you can open up and share things, you have the chance to help someone else...someone who can't open up or are afraid too.....you can help people grow, change their situation and better their lives....

So, because I've been in some crappy situations, I'm going to try to open up more, help people more.....

Because I feel like I need to....

I've come up with some beliefs that I carry. I'm going to work on talking about these more and opening up about how I've overcome some of the ****storm I've endured.

First some beliefs that I have....

1. That the world is a wonderful, terrible and beautiful wonder.
2. That there is pain but also joy.
3. That most people are scared (of whatever) but that if given strength, knowledge and power can overcome
4. That there is sadness but also relief
5. That there can be balance and this is the key to everything.

And an explanation...

One of the reasons I like painting lyrics to blues songs and folk art in general...is that I feel it has an authenticity to it....it's not candy-coated, hunky-dory-ness (which is a southern way of saying everything's fine) but deals with life, misery, the whole kit and caboodle of living...and makes the best of it while respecting that it's not all peaches and cream....

But let's face it....there is pain and suffering in the world...and while I'm not trying to celebrate it...I think that if you ignore it or act like it doesn't exist...you trivialize it and the people experiencing it.....but sometimes you have to face the demon to conquer it.....and like the painting above says....there ain't no grave gonna hold my body down....

Eclectic Art....so be it.

Here's the finished Invitation to Enter and two new paintings I recently did. Eclectic art at its best. I'm getting back to making art as play. The enjoyment of making marks on paper, learning how the paint works, blends and creates new sensations.

I'm also working on feeling okay with doing this. Relating to my previous post I'm still trying to work through issues with art making. I'm learning to be alright with the fact that my art is all over the place, that I am a "jack-of-all-art-trades". I think this fact comes from the feeling that I love to learn, to try new things, have lots of different projects going on, and play in the process.

This goes against my more "rational" brain telling me to focus, to concentrate on one thing, one style, one type of thing....and I can't. And the fact that I can't drives me crazy, makes me think that I'm "wrong" in some way. That I'll never be successful if I try to do everything. But I'm trying to claim my magpie status in painting. It's said that until you learn a lesson, you'll have to review it over and over again until you do "get" it. I suppose this is my lesson. Allow myself to be random, flowing, fluid and....eclectic....and don't worry about it.

Thinking in this way lights the "passion" fire. Makes me happy again. It gives me back my art.  It frees my thinking and spirit and allows me to accept my art...however and whatever it is.

Sewing, bookbinding, painting-acrylic, mixed media, folk art, "spiritual/sacred", abstract, journaling, stamp carving, screen printing, embroidery, and on and on the list goes.....multi-faceted, eclectic, mish-mash artist at large....that's me.....

Do you or anyone you know also deal with this? Do you have any advice or comments, read any books that deal with this? Please, feel free to discuss, etc. I look forward to what you have to say! Thanks for reading!