They only last a short while, but this beautiful wild Texas Rose is a sight to behold in the backyard.
What will become of it?
I went to pull out a blank canvas, to make use of some of the blooms that are available. I came across this sketch for the purple spectre, one that I did a couple of years ago that I was also going to do with oil paint. I decided to go ahead and erase the pencil marks but something else happened instead.
I am not sure what I’m going to do from here, it’s destined to be Scryedye’d in some form.
Stargazer Rising
So much beauty inside
Color is coming
Hello 2013!!
It is going to be a fabulous, unstoppable year! We are a force of nature!
Every Year
When the snow begins to fall, it is like looking out at a blank canvas. There is no color, no flowers, just the white spread of nothing…waiting for inspiration.
And underneath, Mother Nature works her wonder.
Until then, we watch, we wait and we think about what creations she will allow us to make when next we meet.
And what better to do on a snow filled day when there is no color available to paint with? Bake cookies of course… 🙂
Life is art
When your living. Such inspiration is all around.
A Time Of Transition
When I began this site and really the exploration of myself as an artist, a painter anyway, I did so because I was inspired by my partner. She had a way of saying go for it that gave me a freedom to explore I would not otherwise give myself. For that I thank her.
A number of the posts I have done here to date were written in a sense to her specifically, or at least I included something about her, I wanted her to be a part of what I was doing, what she had helped inspire in me and I hoped she would read the posts and feel the love I was giving. I don’t know that she ever read any of them, at least she never said she did and she was not one to not show her appreciation for kind words and feeling included.
That relationship has ended. I am sad for the passing of the relationship. It ebbs and flows. It is still a new change and my time alone has just begun and in the solace there is sadness and there is loneliness and that is okay. I need to feel these things.
Three years ago my grandmother passed away. She was probably the person, aside from my children that I have the most love for on this planet. The day of her funeral was the saddest day of my life. I cried and felt such despair I didn’t even know was possible. I hated feeling that way. I chose not to feel anymore and for the last couple of years I have only felt superficially, but these last few weeks, those walls came crashing down.
I have felt great love and great sadness in the last few weeks and as much as the sadness hurts, I have enjoyed every minute of feeling again. Every minute.
When a relationship ends you go through a lot of different things, right now it is in the ugly throws of death, lashing out, hurting, gasping and clawing at the skin. I am sad and most importantly, despite that sadness I have to stay true to myself and the path before me.
I painted this on some paper earlier to hang in the house as a reminder, to not engage, to not let the claws sink in and pull me in to a place I don’t want or need to be, to break the cycle. I let go, but sometimes, we still need a reminder in the late hours when our mind is not as resilient as our heart needs it to be…
I don’t know how much painting I will do this summer, especially Scrye Dye, some I imagine. There might be a goodbye piece in me somewhere. We’ll see what comes about.
A Little Bit of Summer, A Little Bit of Winter
I had forgotten about scents, so few flowers really have a strong scent that at least to the male nose last. Today I was handed Cilantro flowers, of which I was a bit skeptical, White flowers and light green stocks, but then I remembered how much I like the way cilantro smells and tastes of course.
I grabbed the test piece I’ve been messing with all spring.
Today is pleasant, cool, but pleasant.
I have put a bunch of different things on this, but hadn’t made notes on what was what, so I unfortunately don’t recall what made the greyish color around the horribly rendered sword, I kind of like it, the color not the sword. I think it was meant to be a scimitar or the like and well, it is sword shapedish? Yes, spellcheck…I hear you.
Anyway, the Blue beneath the sword is a wet green-blue, very nice. It comes from a Purple Iris that is abundant right now. It is very flaky, lots of debri.
The Cilantro flowers turned a most interesting hazy reddish-brown and smelled wonderfully like Cilantro. Still has a good scent to it 20 minutes or so later. We have some Basil coming on and tons of Oregano, maybe I should do a piece with only scented stock…perhaps it might stink both literally and figuratively. I make myself laugh, that is all that matters.
I have a reddish brown and two greens, not sure what to make with that. There have not been any images in my head of late, very empty space as far as hard visuals go. I want to sketch better, losing sight of any image because you cannot capture its essence well enough can be a bit challenging on the artistic nerves.
Oil For Winter
I wrote this a little while ago and forgot to post it. I have stepped away from this exploration as i discovered something was missing.
While originally intended to chronicle my exploration of Scrye Dye, with winter and the removal of all but the hardiest of Pansies for color, I have turned to oils for a piece I have been pondering for close to a year.
I originally started playing with paints about a year ago. First watercolors, then acrylics and finally oils. As I explore I have seen the myriad possibilities and am enjoying the learning process of how to get there. I had a # of projects in the works when I discovered Scrye Dye and set them all aside.
Now, it is time to get back to that work, wherever it leads, and instead of starting a new site just for it or whatever kind of categorization my mind might like to place it in, I will display it here along my other artwork.
This is the start of a piece that is part of an anti-consumerism series I have been kicking around for about a year. Now, the politics are not where I like to voice myself, simply stated I am still very much a part of the consumerist machine, but I see the cracks, I see the charades, it’s a Hollywood movie come to life, except we all get to be the stars in our own personalized version, be it comedy, drama or an eternal spin in Dante’s Inferno.
When will I stop my ride? Either when I choose to or am forced to and when that day comes I’ll figure it out. In the meantime, here are my thoughts on what we are doing.
The original sketch
Filling in the black
Sharpening the outline of the letters.
Adding the blue of the ocean
Starting to see something go wrong with the snake as I color it in.
I put on a scale pattern to see if I can get it back on track, while continuing to add other color.
Shortly after this, as I worked on the mouth it went horribly wrong. I haven’t taken pictures of that yet because I am not sure where to go from here. I am thinking about taking some art lessons to learn some of the things I need to know to reach the next level. Since this was a dry run for the canvas it accomplished what I had hoped it would. I know some of the basic design changes I would like to see to make it really work and then I need to figure out exactly how to paint it how I want it.
And this is where things come together to start becoming something or not.