Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Vickie's Tempest at it's worse!

This silk painting done over 20 years ago with Vickie has been waiting for more. She recently brought it back wanting more. No idea on how to progress because this piece in no way is typical for me. I love primary color and this piece was done using pastels. Created in our younger days, with the help of wine and lots of laughter, Vickie instructed me to draw and which colors fit her color scheme at the moment. Not sure why I would ever paint anything to match something else is beyond me. Why I would use pastels is way beyond me. I am all about strong rich color, primaries that force one to feel energy, never pansy pastels.

I dread having to return to an unfinished piece. It is the creative process that moves me, not the finished art piece. I find it dreadful to go backwards; going backwards forces me to be analytical and seems to shut down my right brain, calling on my left-brain to be creative which is not possible. When not in my creative mindset, finding myself working out of my left-brain, it all becomes work, total dreadful work.
Vickie's Tempest
Vickie's Tempest Edited
As luck would have it, SAQA’s Sandra Sider and Lisa Chipetine were offering a critique so the image was sent for insight and ideas. It needed new eyes, although I hadn’t seen the piece in over 20 years, it was in no way fresh or offering any opportunities to me. Enough whining about “Vickie’s Tempest”, now that I have ideas passed on to me by the critique. Suggestions were to treat the piece as an underwater scene, layering organza and wavy quilting patterns. Wonderful ideas and now I am generated and the piece may be completed before another 20 years passes. Now off to create an underwater tempest, that should keep me entertained for a few days.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Naked Ladies

Late last summer, the lilies, commonly known as “Naked Ladies”, entranced me so much, that I was seeing them everywhere. A beautiful lily perched on a long green stem and not a leaf in sight. Sometimes a single plant, sometimes a bounty of lovely singing out loud and clear, “Look at me”. Surely, in all the late summers that have past me by, I must have seen these plants, which now seemed to be everywhere. By the time I realized that I must document in some form or fashion these extraordinary plants so that in the event I wanted to use them in my art, I would have more than my fading memory to draw from. Oops, not so! I had noticed a huge collection of these beauties in my cousin’s side garden; perhaps she could snap a few pictures. Not so, too late because the lovelies were old, tired and about to drop, somewhat like me on any given day. Not to be deterred, I had the Internet, so off to cyberspace for naked ladies. Lots of naked ladies images, fresh and perky ready to be freely downloaded with only a few clicks.

Not to be sidetracking here but I have an addiction to batiks (fabric). May have something to do with my painter’s eye, may have something to do with the fact that batik fabric is typically more expensive which is my usually my choice to go for the most expensive, since I have beer pockets and champagne taste. So are you wondering where this is going? I had purchased a few packages of batik strips, which I sewed together and then cut apart into triangles and then put together in a geometric patterned quilt top. I did this to avoid doing something else that I should have been doing, kind-a free-basing if you please. Some would call it procrastination but I prefer to call it free-basing, which is an entitlement if you are born an artist. My definition of free-basing is allowing the right brain to run freely here and there from one base to the other, hitting home runs.

Back to the naked ladies and my fascination. I decided that I had to play with my naked ladies and so I cut out some, painted with paint and magic markers and then I thread painted. Now I have all colors and shapes and so I decided they needed to be on a quilt, I could claim naked ladies were laying all over my bed. Actually I loved the colors too and wanted something colorful in my world when all I could see outside was the white carpet that covered VA for so long. This story continues to drag on and on doesn’t it? I could have shown you the quilt and that would have been that but you need to know one other fact about this quilt. The quilting is intertwined leaves and swirls that hide the twelve naked ladies quilted into the quilt. They are stitched in; nothing crude was drawn only shapes suggesting the beautiful form of the female body. Then there are the appliquéd naked ladies too. Shown here is a show image of the quilt.