In Wales LLan means place so often features in names like Llanthony, layered with history in thr Black Mountains of Wales. I heard Romans for three reasons: wild dogs, women and grain (exporting 700 tons per annum)
pages from my travel journals …..
At the time, I thought of these small books as a short step up from mere doodles. After several years, I realise they contain the essence of place and have value to me. So here’s more sharing.
Reminder of long gone Canadian Airlines and airport user fee
What tweaks my interest? Idle doodles in my book reveal simple lines quickly capture people interacting with each other. No digital gadgets so constantly enthralling these days. Today I sat on a bus watching two girls using their phones to check their make-up, comb their hair and look at pictures (of themselves?) – so self absorbed that a simple comment from one elicited no more than a quick cursory glance and a grunt from the other.
Tidying my studio, I have been looking at my travel journals. These small books, holding quick spontaneous sketches, bring back in an instance those particular moments of “seeing” something new.
It’s been several days of studio chores: final small touches to paintings, varnishing, hardware and naming the pieces.
“Do the names come to you as you paint?” “Sometimes,” I reply – but other times I need to think;. giving the show a co-hesive quality and maintaining the fun, particularly with my Feather series.
Thanks to help from good friends, the pieces are now hung and initial reaction has been positive. Postings on this blog should now become weekly updates on studio life. Spring is quietly stirring so I turn to Flora.
The painting is finished. I’ve adjusted the smaller flowers, added some dots to the pin-cushions and tweaked other details. I’ve struggled with its name eventually opting for simplicity: Kew Proteas as it was there that I was inspired to do this. Now it can go to the exhibition which I’ll be installing on Thursday February 28th at Van Dusen botanical gardens in Vancouver BC. It’ll be coated with a layer of clear acrylic, then after two days, allowing for thorough drying, it will get a final coat of removable varnish with a UV filter, to allow for cleaning later in its life. (I must remove all traces if I decide to work on it again). Varnish feels so final – but we have had a fulfilling journey together. It’s snowing here today so I’ve photographed this in my studio, – that makes the top appear darker.
Having re-adjusted the composition, done research into protea flowers and learned their proper names, I move the almost completed painting somewhere I can see it as part of my daily life: on a phone call, or coffee break – or simply looking at it in a different light*. Now brushes are put away, palette cleaned and I resist any temptation to do anything to it for several days. It’s all too easy to lose freshness by over-working a piece at this stage. I go to work on a smaller painting. *In my student day, I found looking at it in a mirror gave me a good critical perspective for finding flaws.
Once a painting is born there’s no way to rush it; I paint consistently, addressing problems, maintaining the rhythm. Music helps me start every session. Thinking time is my investment; especially as I underpaint in contrasting colours, meanwhile tweaking the drawing. Though I start with a clear idea, once it’s on the canvas, parts needs adjusting … and changes will continue to happen right up to the end. I rough in the underpainting, creating a chaos that challenges me to continue. Sometimes I’ve given up by now if it’s not coming alive. This painting has passed the test and I am building layers towards a finished result, covering the cannvas in colours add a subtle vibrancy.
-apologies. This post was taken down to edit errors and is simply re-posted- I’m fine with paint … not computers – Jo
Watching paint dry has me working on two or three canvases … after several months of tweaking, changes and more changes, I can say “finished” to a piece started a year ago, and varnish it to send it to my next exhibition. Now I’m gazing at shadows thrown by protea leaves, which are twisting as they dry. The protea painting is off to a strong start as it takes on a new life, already diverging from my original concept. I liken it to writing, the when characters take on a life of their own.
I hate styrofoam (see photo) but free range eggs occasionally arrive it, purposely re-cycled … it makes a great paint holder, easy to pop into a plastic bag (another hate!) – I mix on glass palette; the mini one pictured above (I have three). I try to keep my palette clean as I work but occasionally one dries “dirty”. Hand sanitiser cleans dried acrylics like magic, then that palette is well washed and put away for several days.
Feather & Flora- March 1st – April 10th 2019
Van Dusen Botanical Gardens, 5251 Oak St. Vancouver BC
With the date for a new exhibition set, I am gathering the pieces I want to feature along with my medieval and earlier birds, most of which are small images (8”x10” – 10”x14”. By medieval, I mean to my pieces, inspired by my research in museums and libraries.
A new piece requires moving it from rumination to reality. This piece started last September, when I visited Kew Gardens and again was fascinated by proteas. Intense study often means looking, then drawing then painting. Between initial looking and eventual painting, some pieces lose their passion and may never become a final painting.
I know it will happen when the piece takes on a life of its own, immediately morphing into something other than initially imagined.
This blog will take you through the process ….. though perhaps earlier than the posts go up, it will be at the same pace.
Driving to Wales
For me, a sketch contains far more information than a photograph, partly because when drawing, I look and analyse with a greater intensity.
I have no doubt professional photographers “see” their subject with that same intensity but I belong to quicker click variety of person
Leaving Sault Ste. Marie to Thunder Bay
overheard in hotel: I hate the sight of blood. Why can’t we be filled with nice softly scented powder?