Anyone that is familiar with my posts know that many of my paintings are associated with music, often particular songs.
This one is no different. There is a great band from Australia that most of you might not realize you know - Icehouse. I listened to them during most of this creation. One song on repeat, hence the name. It was stuck in my head for days as I thought of doing this painting.
I really hope that I have done Uluru justice. <3
The name of this one is reference to Alice in Wonderland. Lost in a dream state where everything seems not quite right and little off.
It's a wee little gem that works great on a small wall. Most ideal with foliage nearby!
So we (and by that I mean my husband) took this painting and put it through a program to hear what it sounded like. We slowed it down and the sound was similar to eerie crickets or aliens, with a faint extra frequency in the background that sort of had an ethereal sound, hence the name.
Have I told you I love the movie Labyrinth yet? Of course I have. That's the first thing I put on when I picked up my first brush.
I have been a David Bowie fan since I was a kid. But not in the way you think. I admit that I really am not very familiar with much of his music. And he has a lot! Don't get me wrong though, I love his music. Except the song 'Space Oddity', that one gives me chills to the very core of my being and I don't really know why.
The movie was my first introduction to him and wow was he awesome. (He may be the reason that I have always had an attraction to Goth-type men. Or punk men that wear makeup. And men with long hair....) I remember holding up the microphone to the tv speakers to record the music onto a cassette, I was enthralled by all of it.
And it was him, and all that he stood for that I loved, that I felt a kinship to. So when he died, much of the beauty of the man was gone and we mourned the loss of a driving…
You're thinking to yourself, isn't it 'Don't Go Gentle Into that Good Night'? You are correct, if you are talking about the poem by Dylan Thomas.
But we are not talking about raging against the dying light. My painting was painted in sorrow, in pain and in memory. In previous posts I have talked about the passing of my Aunt Anita.
In May she passed away, quietly and swiftly. And very unexpected. It was a blow to many of us as she was so well loved and such a beautiful light, an extraordinary example of not only what the world hopes of a Christian, but as a human being. The loss of her is deep, it is constant. Every day I think of her and most days now I can smile.
But some days, like today, I weep because she is not physically here anymore.
Today would have been her 67th Birthday and I can not call her, email her or hug her to wish her a wonderful day full of happiness and love. But I can pay homage with what I made, in her memory.
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I am an October Baby. I spent my birthdays jumping in piles of leaves. I love the smell of leaves fading, the look of them falling to the ground and the sound of their crunch. That day when the wind changes ever so slightly and you know it's the start....it makes me just as giddy and excited as when there is a thunder storm.
And I love halloween, not in the conventional/commercial sense, but in the mysterious, dark spooky magic that tingles in the air on a late October night sort of way.
But I have never liked the color orange, except when it is pertaining to Autumn and all that it entails. Then it is the most magnificent color in the world, so warm, so inviting, so special. It's as if the only color that exists in the month of October, is Orange.
I cherish the loneliness of autumn.... I am forty, I have become mortal. I have no further psychic, emotional, or intellectual need to prolong summer seasons, and it is only when autumn begins its play that I can tr…
This would be my 100th completed painting!! Hence the name of it.
It has been a journey so far that I never actually expected. As a child you never realize that there is so much more to being an artist than just creating art. There is pain, anger, enlightenment, personal growth and so many more emotions that one never expects. I have had to come to terms with hating things I have created, while others have loved it. That is a weird feeling. I have been so excited by something I still can't believe it came from inside me.
And then when you let that first artwork into the world, it's like letting a tiny a piece of yourself go, knowing that you may never ever see that painting again, so that when you look at pictures of your past work, you always wonder..... and then you have to let that go. I have many out in the world, and most I am aware of their locations and could see them anytime I want. But there are a few, they are out there, on some strangers wall, hopefully…
I had a dream about this in October 2015. Sometimes they become a reality. Better this than some of my other dream options!
There is a shine on the left tree that I am unable to fully remove, so please note that the edge is not 'bright', it's normal.
This is my only painting that is lost from my meticulous archival information. I really have no idea when I started it, I believe it was 2006 - like 95% sure.
It has been following me around waiting for me to finish it. I know that when I started it I wanted it to be a painting of Charn (yes another Narnia reference) but after I did the base work, I realized I did not have the skill set to complete it the way I wanted. Or perhaps I saw a great dying sun and that's as far as my mind took it. I do have a few paintings waiting for completion from years ago but this one is the oldest.
I have been staring at it, off and on for 10 years, pondering, thinking, waiting. Then one day it just felt right. And I am glad I waited because I am love with how it turned out!
Today is Vincent Van Gogh's Birthday. He is in my top 5 favourite painters, but not for the reasons one would think. Not because I am 'supposed to' or he's 'all the rage'. But because his starry night changed my little mind forever.
When I was in Grade 4, my teacher Miss Woodman, gave us an assignment to color famous paintings from a colorless photocopied version. We were encouraged to colour it as close as possible, but didn't have to. We were free to express our interpretation.
Now I must explain something before I go any further. I grew up in a small town that under-appreciated Art and over-appreciated Crafts. They did not encourage artistic talent. I had not been pre-exposed to Old Master paintings and was only aware of the art that happened in my home. My Mom was the original Scrapbooker and she is a VERY creative woman. My Dad made (and still makes) amazing things with wood, the way he touches the wood during a project has left me smi…
Why Venus? Well, I am a big fan of C.S. Lewis' Silent Planet trilogy and in one of the books the protagonist travels to Perelandra - aka Venus. Lewis imagined the planet to be a watery planet with floating shifting islands everywhere. And I felt that a unique tree would be at the heart of this world.
This little 4 piece gem was painted in 2006, my 12th painting ever. I have not had a picture of it worth showing, even to my bearded dragon, until now. Luckily it is in the possession of my sister so I was able to acquire a better picture with my growing camera skills.
Fun Fact: there is a small paw print from my beloved, long gone cat <3
When I started with this painting, I didn't have the eye shape in mind, But as I looked at the blue swirl in the middle, I started to see an iris, an iris that contained an infinite universe. And who better to contain that universe in it's eye! A dragon of course!
The outer paint is much thicker than any of my previous paintings, so much I had to allow for extra drying time. So much that I would like to do more with this thickness of paint in the future.
Over all I am very pleased with how it turned out, even if the picture is a little blurry around the edges.