"Hard", 2011. 30" X 30" Acrylic on Canvas.
"Soft Winter Morning", 2011. 30" X 30" Acrylic on Canvas.
Monday, February 14, 2011
New Paintings!!!
I've been on a roll! I've also been featured in one of the coolest blogs online! Take a look at my new work:
"Soft Winter Morning", 2011. 30" X 30" Acrylic on Canvas.
"Soft Winter Morning", 2011. 30" X 30" Acrylic on Canvas.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
2011, Here I come...
Whew! 2010 is almost over, and there has been so much to be thankful for this year. In May, I celebrated the ordination of my mother as Deacon in the Episcopal Church. I was given the opportunity to do a little figure modeling, a very freeing experience. I grew at work, and (most importantly) found inspiration this summer to paint again. A lot of progress was made within months and I'm still working...
"Fall Bursts", 2010. 30" X 30" Acrylic on Canvas.
"The Black One", 2010. 30" X 30" Acrylic on Canvas.
"Fall Bursts", 2010. 30" X 30" Acrylic on Canvas.
"The Black One", 2010. 30" X 30" Acrylic on Canvas.In the last two paintings I completed (seen above), I used a couple of new techniques that I was happy to discover. In "Fall Bursts", my initial goal was to present all the different shades of autumn within one piece. As I mapped out my design using a huge fallen leaf found down the street, I began to see more and more lines within each root. Three-ten color field panels turned into more than twenty.
In "The Black One", my process started from the edges of the canvas and circled around and inward. Usually, I find comfort in starting in the center and projecting planes of color outward. I love spectrums. :)
In the coming new year, I plan to expand my color palette. Currently, I'm working on an all-white painting. There will be tints of color, but I want to manipulate the tones and shades of the colors I mix. My inspiration is glistening snow. I want to capture the lusciousness of first fallen snow, piles of iridescent fluffy slush.
With the help of my dear friend, Kelliann Melanie (http://www.kmelanie.com/), I've realized a whole other entity into my art-making will be maintaining a consistent profile on every social networking site. Trying to keep a vast presence on the web will hopefully keep everyone advised on all my newest happenings. I'll be on twitter in the very near future (though, I still don't know exactly how it works) and I'll be working on putting together a luscious media kit to present to galleries and such in the hopes of generating feedback and exposure.
I hope everyone finds themselves safe, healthy, and inspired in the new year. Happy New Year!
In "The Black One", my process started from the edges of the canvas and circled around and inward. Usually, I find comfort in starting in the center and projecting planes of color outward. I love spectrums. :)
In the coming new year, I plan to expand my color palette. Currently, I'm working on an all-white painting. There will be tints of color, but I want to manipulate the tones and shades of the colors I mix. My inspiration is glistening snow. I want to capture the lusciousness of first fallen snow, piles of iridescent fluffy slush.
With the help of my dear friend, Kelliann Melanie (http://www.kmelanie.com/), I've realized a whole other entity into my art-making will be maintaining a consistent profile on every social networking site. Trying to keep a vast presence on the web will hopefully keep everyone advised on all my newest happenings. I'll be on twitter in the very near future (though, I still don't know exactly how it works) and I'll be working on putting together a luscious media kit to present to galleries and such in the hopes of generating feedback and exposure.
I hope everyone finds themselves safe, healthy, and inspired in the new year. Happy New Year!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Artgasms
It has been awhile since I had my ritual of getting revved up for an art-work day. I'm sitting around listening to Chaka Khan. In a moment I will get up and wonder into the kitchen for some coffee. Then, it's on. I'm moving furniture and laying down the foundations for my next three paintings. Ah! I'm feeling so good about making art again, it thrills me. Literally.
My newest creation, "Summer Sunset", 30" x 30", Acrylic on Canvas. 2010.
My newest creation, "Summer Sunset", 30" x 30", Acrylic on Canvas. 2010.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Work It Out
Believe it or not, Cracker Barrel is NOT my dream job. Neither is Borders or other numerous places I have been forced to apply to due to the failing economy. Of course, I can't mention their names because those companies might be reading my blog right now and consider this post a "conflict of interest" when viewing my job application for part time sales associate. Woe is me. Yet again.
What amuses me the most about this whole lack of job security thing is the exchange of insincere, cordial, politically-correct, business speak. I try to put on the best show I can in terms of presenting myself as one who is excited and thrilled to be a cashier or stock person or part of a team. I don't understand why the process is so pretentious. You, as an employer, are going to pay me minimum wage (maybe 50 cents more, if I'm lucky) to do physically mundane and repetitive work that is going to rot my brain and self esteem and I'm okay with that. I'll do it. I SAY YES. Just give me the shit money so I can make a living wage!
I was warned that maybe I am too qualified to work at various places, which behooves me. I am not looking for anything more than an exchange of labor for money. I don't think I can put it any simpler. I will work for money. Regardless of the many achievements I have made academically, artistically, or professionally, I need money. I would think given these achievements, one would realize how much time and effort I spent establishing goals and succeeding beyond them. This should give an impression of how dedicated I'd be working anywhere. But maybe it creates fear. Maybe when I outshine the average worker, it is known that I might be destined for something bigger than retail. Maybe that consummation is so real, even fake corporate speak is not enough to dismiss it. It's like an infection.
All I can hope for is for things to become a hell of a lot more stable. Everything else should fall right into place. My dreams and aspirations for greatness are not (nor could they ever be) forgotten, but they will need to be put on hold just long enough for me to master all the ways to say, "Would you like fries with that?" or "What size do you need?".
What amuses me the most about this whole lack of job security thing is the exchange of insincere, cordial, politically-correct, business speak. I try to put on the best show I can in terms of presenting myself as one who is excited and thrilled to be a cashier or stock person or part of a team. I don't understand why the process is so pretentious. You, as an employer, are going to pay me minimum wage (maybe 50 cents more, if I'm lucky) to do physically mundane and repetitive work that is going to rot my brain and self esteem and I'm okay with that. I'll do it. I SAY YES. Just give me the shit money so I can make a living wage!
I was warned that maybe I am too qualified to work at various places, which behooves me. I am not looking for anything more than an exchange of labor for money. I don't think I can put it any simpler. I will work for money. Regardless of the many achievements I have made academically, artistically, or professionally, I need money. I would think given these achievements, one would realize how much time and effort I spent establishing goals and succeeding beyond them. This should give an impression of how dedicated I'd be working anywhere. But maybe it creates fear. Maybe when I outshine the average worker, it is known that I might be destined for something bigger than retail. Maybe that consummation is so real, even fake corporate speak is not enough to dismiss it. It's like an infection.
All I can hope for is for things to become a hell of a lot more stable. Everything else should fall right into place. My dreams and aspirations for greatness are not (nor could they ever be) forgotten, but they will need to be put on hold just long enough for me to master all the ways to say, "Would you like fries with that?" or "What size do you need?".
Monday, March 2, 2009
From the Lap of Lady G. to the Other Lady G.
Dear Lady GaGa,
I would like to take this opportunity to tell you that you have a song I actually like. You generally annoy me, but I find your new video "Love Game" fun to dance to. I just don't understand your lack of originality, your all-blondes-in-one image. You know, a little bit of Christina Aguilera (the hair/the videos), a little bit Gwen Stefani (the gold/referring to a beat as "sick"), and a little Madonna circa the Confessions album (the hooded high thigh leotard). But I guess most of all, what I don't understand is how you totally bit my style in that scene on the train.
Damn, grrrl.
I will forgive you, though. Because as an artist, I understand that you can not always be the most unique at a given time. I guess the only advice I have for you is to keep hustlin'. It seems to be working for you somehow.
Sincerely,
Lady G.
P.S. Take that damn blonde bow off your head. You look like a fool. OK, that's all.
I would like to take this opportunity to tell you that you have a song I actually like. You generally annoy me, but I find your new video "Love Game" fun to dance to. I just don't understand your lack of originality, your all-blondes-in-one image. You know, a little bit of Christina Aguilera (the hair/the videos), a little bit Gwen Stefani (the gold/referring to a beat as "sick"), and a little Madonna circa the Confessions album (the hooded high thigh leotard). But I guess most of all, what I don't understand is how you totally bit my style in that scene on the train.
Damn, grrrl.
I will forgive you, though. Because as an artist, I understand that you can not always be the most unique at a given time. I guess the only advice I have for you is to keep hustlin'. It seems to be working for you somehow.
Sincerely,
Lady G.
P.S. Take that damn blonde bow off your head. You look like a fool. OK, that's all.
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