Mixed Media Artist

circus girl

In Earnest

In-Earnest

6″x11″ mixed media painting on stone paper. There is a .25″ border.

This painting is available HERE

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Dream Patterns

This is a 16″x20″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.

This painting is available HERE.

Dream crushers.

I have blogged about them before. Those people who feel it is their duty to tell you that you really shouldn’t bother with your dream as it is so unlikely that you will ever be able achieve it.  After all, they are only doing you a favor, they are just trying to spare your feelings and wasted energy.  Why would you want to inspire someone to do better, to be greater , to be their best if it is just all going to be a waste of time in the end.

I will tell you why.

Because it is never a waste of time to be your best, to work harder or to be greater than you ever thought you could be.

It is important that we inspire and instill that in our children

And guess what?

As a teacher, that is your job.  That is  your job to every single student in your class. It is way to easy to simply inspire the obviously gifted child, the challenge is, for a teacher to realize that they need to inspire the child that may not be self motivated or show special interest, 0r to  make sure not to discourage or overlook the child that is inspired but may be a little shy,  or have gifts that are buried a little deeper or just haven’t developed yet.

Yes, it is my job as a parent to do this as well.  I know that,  but teachers must realize the power that they wield.  As a parent, it is very difficult to undo the well-intentioned advice or  the effect from complete disregard that a teacher can inflict on my child.  They are just that powerful.

Life is the process. It is not the end result. Don’t diminish one child’s possibilities  in order to bolster another’s. In the end, no one knows what the future has to hold for that child. But right now, to inspire and motivate a child to be the best, better than they can even  imagine themselves, is so truly  honorable.

I saw this recently during Imogen’s performance in The Midsummer Night’s Dream.  She struggled with a lift that she had to execute with Puck holding her high in the air above his head. Her legs  had to be held out straight with  her toes pointed. Her choreographer worked her hard. She believed in Imogen and gave her the gift of achieving something really difficult.  That Choreographer is an inspiration giver, a dream believer and a self-esteem builder.

WOW.

Now that is something to strive for as a teacher.  Be that.  BE THAT.  There could be no greater gift than that.


The Young Acrobat

This is a 6″x12″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are red.

This painting is available HERE.


Some Words On Ephemera

Recently I sold Ephemera And The Zebra. It was the last painting that I did in 2011. I had promised to write about it but never did. I thought, while she is still in the for front of my mind,  I would take a moment to write my thoughts on this piece.

There are so many layers, both physically and literally, to this painting. I think that this is part of the reason that I have avoided writing about it.

Reoccurring Circus Theme In My Work

My love for the circus started when I was 23.  I had decided to take a trip with my parents and younger sister to Florida during Christmas break.  I knew it would most likely be the last time that we would do this as a family, just the four of  us.

As I was studying art in college, an obvious planned destination was the Dali Museum in St Petersburg.  What I didn’t know is that The Ringling Brothers Museum in Sarasota would be far more inspiring and would stay with more than 20 years as a springboard for much of my art.

I find it fitting that Ephemera has now returned to Florida.

Back to Ephemera.

This painting is about time.

Ephemera- are transitory written and printed matter not intended to be retained or preserved. The word derives from the Greek, meaning things lasting no more than a day. Examples would be train tickets, circus tickets, stamps, food stamps.

This painting is about being forgotten. Thrown away. Discarded.

This painting is about being remembered. Cherished. Worshiped.

When I look at old photos of people gone by,  I am often filled with questions. Who were they? Did they have a good life? What were their passions, their hopes and their dreams. Often in these photos, the subject is stoic which makes it even harder to answer any of these questions. It is hard to see their personality because the were often told not to smile or show emotion and they had to sit still for a long period of time.   When I paint from an old photo, like I did with Ephemera, I often make up a story about the individual.  I give her a life back.   In  a way, she is re born. I wanted to take this old black and white photo of a girl with a Zebra (pretty extraordinary in its own right) and heighten it to iconic status.  I also wanted to surround her with actual ephemera. Old circus tickets, stamps, maps and even vintage glass stars.  I wanted it to feel like she was emerging from with in all of this old discarded memorabilia, like peeling off wallpaper and finding a treasure.

(Like EXTREME scrapbooking…ha, ha)

We Are All Transitory

Sometimes when I am searching for old ephemera to use in my paintings I will come across an old photo album. Someone’s family album, just sitting there in a thrift store.  A treasured piece of family history.  Photos that were lovingly placed in a book as a memory of their life  …discarded.

Which leads me to the third thing I was thinking about when I was painting this one.

The lady across the street died.  She was not a happy person, at least not the side that she allowed me to see.  She didn’t talk to me once, and I lived across the street from her for 4 years.  She was a master at avoiding eye contact.  I gave up.  She hated me and I will never know why.  She hated both my neighbors too. The one on my right was accused (and even fined) for letting her cats go in her garden. The one on the left, because she refused to listen to her complain about every thing that she complained about.  This all happened long before I ever lived in the neighborhood so I guess she hated me by default, I was in the middle of the two.

I didn’t know her name until I found out from her neighbor to her right that she was dying of cancer.  Her name was Gayle but I was forced to call her Lefty because of the LHD sticker she had on her car.  She must have taken her car to England with her at some point in her life, I will never know. Twice I tried to send food over to her, but she didn’t  answer the door.

These are the things that I know about her:
Every Saturday she would get up early and go to Zellers to shop. I would see her returning with all of her bags as I opened my curtains to my bedroom.

She had two dogs.

She smoked.

She watched TV sometimes late into the night. I could see the blue light flickering often through her top floor window.

She liked my husband because she saw one of his plays at a local dinner theatre and was impressed by this.

She had very few visitors.

This painting is not about the lady that lived across the street from me. Not exactly.  But like Ephemera, she was transitory…. she was here last year, knocking on her window to rid the two boys from playing in front of her house.  And now, she is gone. Her house sits empty. Her car is gone. It is like she vanished into thin air, and I feel so sad about that.  I refuse to forget her but she made herself so easy to be  forgotten.

To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead. — Samuel Butler

UPDATE

Feb 11, 2012

I just remembered I wanted to add a photo of me at The Ringling Brothers Museum in Sarasota when I was 23.


Paper

Circus Girl, 12″x9″ mixed media painting on paper. Available HERE.

Paper is my first love. I didn’t actually work on canvas till I was in grade 12. I didn’t pick up a paint brush much before that. So it is understandable when I am feeling a little lost or a little  uncertain about what I am doing, about the direction my art is taking (or in this case NOT taking),  I want to work on paper again.

I love paper.  I love the different textures, smells, weights. I love buying paper to use in my paintings. Japanese papers, tissue papers, pages from old books. They all give me such pleasure. They make me want to play.  Right now, play is what I need to do.  I haven’t felt this way,  for this long,  for a very  long time and I don’t want to say I am having a crisis but ….pssst….I am having a crisis.

I have been working through it but working is not fun. I have decided, from now on, I am going to play through it.

Doodle through it.

Noodle through it.

So today I just worked on paper, with paper.

I doodled.

I noodled.

And I played.

“Mug Shot 929″  9″x12” mixed media painting on paper. Available HERE.


Lost In Your Dreams ( A Work In Progress)

This is a 18″x14″  mixed media painting in wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.

This painting is SOLD

This painting is not a work in progress. It is complete. Our subject, however,  just may be a work in progress, just as we all are. Living our lives on a day-to-day to basis. Doing the best we can.

I had a lot of things going around my head as I painted this one.  I was thinking about how when we are young, we sometimes give up our authentic selves  in order to be accepted in a group, or perhaps by a love interest. Sometimes we try so hard to become  what we feel we need to be,  we totally lose sight of who we really are. We try to blend in, to fit, to please, not realizing that, being untrue to who we really are will never lead to happiness.

As a mother of two young girls, intellectually,  I realize that helping my children to have self-confidence and self-respect is crucial.  Emotionally, however, I find it difficult when they question everything that I tell them  and make choices that I would  not make.  If I don’t let them make their own choices about these small things at this young age, how are they going to have the skills to make good descion when the stake are higher?  If I expect them to bend to my way, all of the time, why would I expect that they wouldn’t   bend to other people as well?

It is like walking a tightrope, trying to raise children that are considerate and respectful but also have their own ideas and purpose.

These are the titles that I wrote down as I painted this one:

Falling Into You

Becoming You

Becoming Me

I Become You

You Become Me

Blending In

Falling Into Me

Lost In Your Dreams

Lost In You

Don’t Forget You


Give Us A Kiss

Give-Us-A-Kiss
Here is a new Circus Girl painting …
5″x7″ mixed media painting on paper.


The Balance Beam

The-Balance-Beam

7″x5″ Mixed media painting on paper.
I am thinking that I would like to have some two colour black and white drawings to accompany the full colour images. This is me playing with that idea.