Today in Wisconsin it is bitter cold.
The sun is shining bright,
deceptively convincing us of another day.
It is extraordinarily beautiful.
With the cold comes a quiet,
a beautiful quiet.
The temptation to go out is minimal,
so we view the quiet beauty from the safety of our windows.
I am content, painting indoors while the lightness shines in.
I am painting with such contentment and color.
2016 has already been a better year than most.
How do I know?
My painting is telling me so.
It is bright, rich and happy.
Which is what we all should be this new year.
Bright, rich (in friends and love) and happy.
Happy New Year All!
I have begun my annual painting hibernation season.
It is a seasonal tradition for me.
As much as I say the cold is no longer my friend,
I feel I am lying.
I produce more work in the dark winter months.
I turn down parties and dinner dates, so I can stay in my studio and paint
in the dark night hours.
This December is strangely mild, yet I carry on my hibernation
I have to remind myself who my friends really are.
My art continues to evolve.
I am still most interested in the process, more than the product.
Abstraction has a hold on my attention.
It allows me such freedom that I have not felt in a long time.
I feel as though I was a kept woman.
So stuck, so tight.
Painting with little brushes, and little canvasses.
Now I am bold, bright and big.
Big color, big texture, big inspiration.
I am painting with my hands, cardboard, knives..what ever grabs my attention.
I am hungry for creation and discovery.
I am thankful that I shed my old painting layer.
How my art evolves is always a learning experience to me.
I am not the type of artist who decides to illustrate my mood intentionally.
I am the type of artist who paints from the heart.
I let my brush guide me – instinctually.
When I am done creating I view my canvas,
it is as though I am looking in a mirror.
This image is a reflection of what is going on in my life
good or bad.
All my creations reflect my moment, my time, my life.
I have started painting very geometrically,
I was trained as a graphic designer in college.
It is interesting to me that my designer has returned.
I have always loved the tools,
the t-square, the triangle the templates.
Like my paintings,
I have come full circle.
I like where I am in my painting life
I feel a sense of maturity
I have embraced abstraction
Which I find common with mature painters
I no longer strive for the perfect still life
I no longer strive for the balanced shading
I seek experimentation and complexity without thought
Here is where I paint instinctively
I let my hand and my heart guide me
I paint with Oils – I get texture
I paint with Acrylic – I get pattern
I no longer worry what people will say
I embrace the collection of styles and techniques
When I was starting I was told to latch on to a style – Why?
Isn’t it my purpose as an artist to seek creativeness?
I no longer worry
I just paint from my soul….
the true open canvas
is allowing the creative process take its own pace
it can not be rushed
rushing will only set you further back
the creative process mimics the life experience
the steps must be taken
there is no getting around it
you may mourn
each emotion leading you to the next
the true artist lets their soul guide the creativity
the best life experiences are when you allow your self to feel
the best creative experiences?
allowing your life to guide your creative process
My Mother, the Opera singer’s favorite opera..
so crazy fitting to see it on Mothers Day
I have been without inspiration lately..
Puccini gives opera meaning
Opera now makes full sense
To me , Opera is Puccini
Passion only our souls could dream of
La Boheme, love and spring
I am with both
Today was a full circle
I grew up with La Boheme in my home
I have seen many operas, never La Boheme
I have been to La Scala
And never saw La Boheme..
I was moved in ways I had forgotten..
What a perfect Mothers Day..
Thank you mom for putting La Boheme in my soul
You were right.. the best Opera out there…
Happy Mothers Day Mom
our passport Italia to USA – Natalie, Piera and Paola DeStefanis..
Thank you Puccini!