September! Time to wake up. Always feel so ready after a summer break. I spend those weeks thinking too much but, with the freedom to let it sift in and out, what’s left is a clearer head and heart.
My latest distillation of thought:
Art is just as much about sharing as it is creating. Art is communication and it takes at least two to make that happen. You can spend all the time you want in your head, talking to yourself and analyzing the death out of everything but that’s circular. As soon as those thoughts goes out in any medium, it’s communication, it’s outside self. Like in a painting or a blog. For me, writing is direct. It’s how I speak. I much prefer painting where I can explore nuance and what’s between the words and the sentences themselves. I read books all the time, and most of that time I’m in awe that authors have the ability to capture that space with words. It’s utterly poetic. I feel like I stomp around, mix up my first and second person as well as my present past future, I say too much, or share too little… whereas painting just happens and I can say everything and more (or less) communicate what’s clearly in my heart.
I don’t paint thoughts but the feeling those thoughts bring. Atmosphere, mood, ambience... whatever you’d like to call it. I could thrash out how I feel about politics, entitlement, judgement, greed but why the hell would I want to simmer in that? I’d rather find the peace in between, the moments of happiness, kindness, acceptance, laughter. The every day. The humour, delight and innocence in whimsy; the tranquillity, calm and peace in open spaces and home; the mystery, intrigue and adventure in forests, paths and forgotten meadows. I paint what I value.
My personal freaking out:
It was a relief to find out my heart is fine. Cardiologists are great but I don’t think they realize they are the harbingers of doom. What was a keel over health scare is now most likely a respiratory allergy. All that anxiety and frozen in time waiting… won’t be doing that again. More tests to figure it out but it’s no longer important. As long as I’m not having heart failure, I can live with it.
I feel I’ve had enough health weirdness the last couple years. It all ends up just being there and not much you can do about it, so instead of worrying about it, I’m taking a ‘whatever’ view on it. I’m done fixating on glitches and the myriad trials that accompany getting older. It is what it is. I just want to do my thing, so that is what I’m doing. If I have to tack and segway to get around something, so be it.
My art plan:
OK. I have a lot of little bits and pieces floating around my head and so I decided to start a small art series. Not anything specific to tie me down other than small as in 8 x 10in or smaller. I’ll be posting them on my Facebook art page. There is a link on my website.
I’m working on offering a selection of products with my artwork on them! More on that later.
I’ve got projects. Big and small. One with a chef, one with an artist collaborative show, one for self. I’ll be posting more in a week or so!
What I’ve been doing:
Check out EAT Magazine if you’re local: food photography/styling/recipe how to collaboration with Chef Denise Marchessault for the Masterclass segment.
Table styling for the second year, for Summerdine 2019! This Dames d’Escoffier event supports women in the hospitality industry and it was another successful, lovely evening at Sea Cider Farm. The tables were dressed in white linen, herbs, fairy lights and illustrations. It was magic under the tent and the food/wine was absolutely mouthwatering delicious! These women are super women.
I read The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood, to be ready for The Testaments coming out this month. So so good. I also read about 10 other novels too because I can and I wanted to. As long as there is a strong female lead, I’m hooked on adventure, the impossible, the weird. Sometimes there are exceptional gems and this time it was Strange The Dreamer, Laini Taylor. My god, the writing was so beautiful it was poetic, the concept bizarre, the characters odd and charming. Not a female lead but you can’t have everything.
I grew Sweetpeas from seed. This may seem a small thing but there is such incredible grounding in growing things. You take these tiny, little brown balls and stick them in the soil and you find yourself checking it everyday and then being delighted when that little green shoot starts barreling out. It’s magic. And Sweetpeas? OMG, their scent, like Honeysuckle and Jasmine and Orange Blossom, just heady.
Hope you had a wonderful summer and here’s to a great September!