Check out the album below for some of some of my favorite paintings. I am working on more now! You can click on the thumbnails for larger images. I look at these, and I wish I capture more photos of my chalk projects and work I do for friends. It all just rushes by. I really enjoy using my art for friends and utilizing my creativity for graphics in the workplace. It seems like the ultimate way to meld everything together, but I really want to work on some fine art. Being a part of the Georgia Artists Guild of Albany has really inspired me to work on a project of my own. I must create some time for that.
I have been framing some old prints and really trying to love on the pieces I’ve kept instead of letting them get battered and stacked away.
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it’s easy to be really involved with a creative idea in the beginning. ultimately a road block appears where the project is avoided. it just isn’t fun anymore or it’s too complicated/time-consuming to complete at the moment.
the most disappointing part is, i rarely pick it back up. and if i do i wait forever to finish it. life has changed gears for a season, and my aim is producing more with my time. producing more of whatever it is in that moment for me. producing an intentional and finished product. one day, it’s a random craft with repurposed bottles. rearranging our den as a playroom for V. the next day, owning a task at work. organizing a junk drawer. designing a gallery wall. i’ve penned lists in my notebooks: projects at home to conquer, and project tracker with goals for work.
in order to be intentional about working through my grandiose list of possible design projects, i have defined some new personal guidelines…or something like that.
1. choose one project from the list only. enjoy thinking about the project in advance and divide the project into clear-cut steps.
take one of my latest piece for example (pictured). i wanted to do something a little different and fun with V’s birth announcements. don’t ask me why, but i had 12 different cards printed that i wanted to collage on a canvas with some sort of handpainted work included. i started by ordering the cards, obviously, and picked out canvases from my stockpile to use. then i took time to envision the piece and imagine the arrangement, colors and tools i would use. after planning out the timeline, i felt confident and excited about my upcoming craft.
2. house must be clean and all work-related tasks completed before i start to art.
my OCD mind will wander to what’s unfinished or undone, and then I’ll inevitably be juggling 15 chores with my designated project. making sure things are in the order before i step into my realm of peace with the piece.
3. communicate with the art.
quite possibly the lamest way to put it, but the most enjoyable part of any creation for me. it sounds nuts (and maybe it is). for years i have pondered God as an artist and how He must delight in the artform of nature, space and humanity across decades and dimensions. could you imagine…? i don’t [think i] have a god complex, but i appreciate the idea of imagining my blank canvas as a creation i’m breathing life into as i work. so, i enjoy “getting weird” while i paint. fluid patterns and strokes that follow the imperfections of a specific tool. mixing colors to massage their best pigments and making sure they feel good on the canvas. that no stroke or pen mark feels completely awkward unless agreed upon between me and the brush. call me crazy, but those are my favorite pieces. they get the most of me in them.
4. let the stuff sit out.
the house is clean, so i intentionally leave my craft necessities out in a designated, but obvious, space until i finish the project. ‘not wanting to drag the supplies out’ can’t be the excuse not to finish. barring a visit from important company, i allow my supplies to get some fresh air mid-project. why not? my living room, my life. and who ever got much done without getting a little messy? (these questions aren’t rhetorical. i have to motivate myself that a little of art supplies gathered by the bookcase and gallery frames on the table are not the end of my clean house.)
so those are my new four rules for myself, the ultimate procrastinator. this lazy artist with all ideas and not much product to show for it lately has been churning out some stuff recently.
the creative process ebbs and flows, of course –but i’m maturing my processes to get the most out of my creative time, at least until Baby V is stealing the paintbrushes out of my hand.
(which she can totally get away with being this cute.)
i came across this piece in my easel carry bag not long ago. poor self portrait, all unfinished. i started it my junior or senior year of high school in advanced art, and i always promised myself i would come back and complete it. we see how that went.
what a time in my life. i remember sitting at our art table with andy, haley, ashley, whitney and other friends and having nothing better to do than joke and doodle. i wish i had known then how hard it would be now to carve out time to be creative. i saw my art teacher not too long ago at mrs. kitchens’ funeral. the mother of my dear friends, lisa and emily, passed away after a long battle with cancer. mrs. kitchens was always a light. she was an eccentric, intelligent lady who taught me many things and raised two girls who were soft and inspiring influences in my life growing up.
i look back at this unfinished “selfie” and see that girl who sat unknowing at the art table – not knowing how lucky i was to have the relationships and the time to enjoy them. it’s fitting that the piece is unfinished, like so many of my works are. like i am today. i hope anyone reading this who looks back at the misguided, chaotic posts of my life will be inspired to enjoy the people around them in the moment they are in. there is nothing more important.
here is a mural i fingerpainted on my bedroom wall growing up. i’m so grateful that my parents supported my creativity and allowed me to paint all over their home. this piece really means a lot to me because i painted it over the course of several years. it doesn’t have a lot of intrinsic meaning, really, but each fragment of the piece came from some song lyric i enjoyed or a memory i enjoyed musing over. then my friends started adding to it with notes and drawings, and i never even had the opportunity to feel alone or unloved when i had my friends’ colorful stuff on my wall and my parents down the hall. it really means a lot to have a family who supports the arts. thanks, mom and dad.