oil on canvas
2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
On to the serious stuff...
This a layer two-ish of this lonely little elephant. I feel it needs infinite work and find it somewhat daunting, but in a good kind of way. We shall see. I can tell by looking at it that there d tremendous caution compared to the prior post. Will have to work on that fear-of-ruining-it thing that may never allow it to be what it could.
So much for serious.
Amidst all the harder and semi-serious sort of painting, I am very much liking the using up of the leftover paints to do not so serious painting. and finding that perhaps, I like these paintings best of all. So much for serious.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Being in a contest is always fun.
I have entered my first art contest on zhibit.org. They say the winner is chosen by popular vote, which makes me suspicious that this is not a contest about art but one about who can rally the most friends to click on their picture. Nevertheless, I must say that being in a contest is always fun. Wish me luck!
"Skating Into the Night" ended up winning second place! How exciting is that?!
Monday, May 18, 2009
I'm in!
Statement of Intent, Part III
It is with tremendous anticipation and enthusiasm that I am applying for the MFA program in painting. After a long and rigorous road down the academic path of psychology, I have established my private practice and have freed a place in my life to devote to developing my art. I have been wanting and waiting for this time for all of my life. At last, here it is. Now, with my own easel and palette in hand, I am ready to paint.
It is with tremendous anticipation and enthusiasm that I am applying for the MFA program in painting. After a long and rigorous road down the academic path of psychology, I have established my private practice and have freed a place in my life to devote to developing my art. I have been wanting and waiting for this time for all of my life. At last, here it is. Now, with my own easel and palette in hand, I am ready to paint.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
36 Calle de Allende
I long to walk along
the sun warmed cobblestones
of Latin America.
It seems that color
must have been born there,
running through the streets
with its secrets
and laughter.
A doorway in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
acrylic on paper
6" x 24"
2008
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Rainwatchers
We are the rainwatchers,him and me.
I see circles circling circles.
The single file line on the rim of the roof
Suspended like icicles
Like transparent angels
Like infinite promises
Quiet and clear.
He sees them better than I do.
His eyes are softer than mine.
He sees dancing and splashy fish
Bringing glowing plankton from the bottom of the sea.
The magic of the sun
Falling to us to be lapped up
And fill us full of belief in the way things could be
Or how wonderful they already are.
It is a festival, a gala, an extravaganza
The falling of the rain
for him
for me
for us
the rainwatchers.
There's no way I'm going to get in...
Statement of Intent, Part II
I’ve worked a bit in many medium as can be seen in the ceramic pieces, poems, stained glass windows and various art bits that are tucked into the corners of my life. I have loved them all, but what has always entranced me the most is paint. I am in awe of the blank canvas and its transformation into something that no one else could ever make. I am amazed by the hand that can capture a moment, a memory, a drop of who one is on the inside, and color it for others to see. For me, there has never been a lacking of creativity. It has always been more my trepidation that I couldn’t draw well enough to capture my ideas, or would not be able to paint them as I imagined. I apply to art school with the goal of developing an ability to draw and understand color and paint in a way that would leave my creative notions limitless. Where will it take me? Who could know the answer to such a question. What I am most excited about is to see what is created that I never could have imagined.
I’ve worked a bit in many medium as can be seen in the ceramic pieces, poems, stained glass windows and various art bits that are tucked into the corners of my life. I have loved them all, but what has always entranced me the most is paint. I am in awe of the blank canvas and its transformation into something that no one else could ever make. I am amazed by the hand that can capture a moment, a memory, a drop of who one is on the inside, and color it for others to see. For me, there has never been a lacking of creativity. It has always been more my trepidation that I couldn’t draw well enough to capture my ideas, or would not be able to paint them as I imagined. I apply to art school with the goal of developing an ability to draw and understand color and paint in a way that would leave my creative notions limitless. Where will it take me? Who could know the answer to such a question. What I am most excited about is to see what is created that I never could have imagined.
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