it’s no secret that i’m typically a busy little bee and oftentimes forget to post blogs, read blogs, list items in my shop, etc., and these past few weeks have been no exception. it’s almost summer break though, and this means an extra 5+ hours per day to create art, visit friends and post new goodies in the shop (home schooling takes up LOTS of time, you know!).
today i completed a mini frozen charlotte textile assemblage that i started a short while back.
in great anticipation of spring, i have called her “charlotte’s flower”. last sunday, which was mother’s day, i recalled that the mother’s day before was the first day that our roses bloomed. this year? nothin’! not a rose, nor a peony, not a mum or a fox glove or a purple cone flower or even a teeny tiny asian pear blossom. we have buds, finally, but no blooms. hmmph. so, in this piece i’ve made my own (of course using the GORGEOUS recycled sari silk from miss lisa of mudhound studio).
this piece is now up for sale on my site, here.
i’ve recently taken painting back up, which is something i haven’t partaken in in quite some time (that’s all i used to do, you know — though 99% abstract). yesterday, i picked up a 6″ x 6″ canvas i had in my pile of blanks and painted this scene from a recurring childhood dream i recalled AFTER i finished painting it. the dream: i’m not the three year old i was in real life when it started, but a bit older… maybe 15 or 22 or somewhere in between. i was standing on the edge of the ocean, a storm brewing, wind blowing, waiting. in the distance, to my right, i could always see a lighthouse, though it was rarely illuminated. my dress would “wave” against my bare legs in my dreams, chilling me, and my pigtails would whip about wildly. of course i’ve added the “modern day” twist of having stripey alicia-socks and red locks instead of naked legs and white-blond hair. anyway, i was always waiting for something… “love”, though that didn’t really make sense to me at the time. i dreamed this from about 3 years of age to roughly 8 or 9 and wrote many stories about it in my youth. it’s so strange that i didn’t remember the dreams until after i had painted this, though i wasn’t really thinking when i did it. perhaps our recent family beach trip influenced me?
this painting is also available for purchase in my shop, here.
(sorry, this item has been reserved — thank you so much!!)
long story short — i’ve always been crap at portraits. anything having to do with people really, but i recently said “sure, i’ll play” to a limited pallet portrait challenge that gritty jane posted on mixedmediacollageartists.ning.com. my color choices were unbleached titanium, mars black and cadmium red. while painting this, she (the gal in the portrait) “told” me her name was “adoette”. that sounds weird, maybe, but her name just popped into my head. seeing how i wasn’t painting anyone specific or looking at a photo or anything for reference, i just went with it. i finished her up, painted a tree behind her and i was done. i think i finished her about five days ago. so… while posting this now, i wanted to look up “adoette” as i’ve never heard of any such name and lo and behold, it’s a native american name that actually means “large tree”. i thought that was a strange little coincidence indeed since there is a barren tree behind her and i’ve never actually painted a tree before.
this too is also available in my shop, here.
i’ve had so much fun painting this portrait, that i’m starting a whole new series of “imaginary friends” — portraits of those i conjure up in my mind just for the sake of painting them. time spent painting is pure bliss for me.
oddly, i JUST now realized that the second of my three childhood dreams was of being a native american lady who lost her man in battle and wished to die herself. so morbid and sad, i know, but you can’t help what you dream, can you?
soon i will be posting new dolls and doll parts on alteredbits.com, new textile bundles and vintage lace bits, and a new series called “fragments”… plus some other stuff that will hopefully be worth a quick peek.