These 10″x20″ portraits work together and by themselves giving you the freedom for each child to have their own portrait when they are grown.
Portraits start at $500. (currently a 4 month waiting list to start a portrait).
On completion of the portrait, prints can be made for family members so everyone can enjoy the painting of your child.
This is a 12″ x 36″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE
So this painting goes back to the beginning of the year. I was at a James Murdoch concert and as the second set started I had this image come into my head. There was nothing in particular that triggered that vision but there it was right in front of me. A fully formed vision of a painting thrown in to my lap in a split second.
I had to paint it. I was consumed by it.
I went out and bought the right size stretcher.
I took a photo of Imogen.
I searched the internet for good reference photos of birds.
I drew it out.
And then, I left it. It was a pretty technical and detailed painting. Not as fun to paint as some. I’d get to it later.
“OK, divine giver of painting ideas, I am ready for another …inspire me again. Give another one of those light bulb type visions”.
Hmmm. Maybe that divine giver of painting ideas was a little annoyed at me. Maybe he felt like he just gave me a pretty sweet idea and I had not even finished it before asking him for more. Maybe he didn’t like that.
So I have been working for the last 6 months but it has been a struggle. I have all sorts of ideas and have started paintings but I’ve been putting them off. Casting them to the side. Promising to come back and see them through at some stage.
Initially this painting was going to be called The Trap, which kind of made me uncomfortable because it was really sinister , but then that little bird on her hand had something to say. I just could not shut him up or shut his mouth up and it totally changed the dynamics of the painting. It was like he was pleading his case for all of those trapped birds.
“You really can’t do this”, he was saying “this kind of behavior just really isn’t acceptable”.
But what did these tangled birds represent for me? Dreams of course. Trapped dreams. She was a dream catcher? A dream keeper? No, she was a dream stealer. She was stealing dreams.
But whose dreams?
Then it all made sense to me. She was stealing her own dreams.
Just like me, by procrastinating, I was stalling my dreams. I was stealing them away and trying to keep them for later , hoping more dreams would come.
Am I ever glad that little bird gave me a talking to.
What floors me is that the divine giver of inspiration knew what this painting was about before I even procrastinated about it.
So, I am cultivating all the dreams I have lying around my studio. “Circus Dogs” was one, I had that idea ages ago but never acted on it.
This is a 18″x14″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas.
This painting is available HERE.
We have all experienced dream crushers in our life. Those people that think it is their job to inform us that are dreams are impractical or unrealistic. Growing up working for my parents at their small Inn in Victoria, I met many people, strangers really , the felt that it was up to them to tell me that my desire to be an artist was just plain silly.
‘Art is hobby’ one couple told my sixteen year old self as I poured them coffee for breakfast.
It is amazing to me, when I think back, at how many people told me this. It got to the point that I stopped telling people what I was studying or what my goals were.
Their comments did not changed my desire to be an artist but they did make me feel that it was perhaps a hopeless dream. After all, how do you BECOME an artist? Sure you can go to college and university but let me tell you a little secret, it is not much different there. My professors may have well been those people that I served at sixteen. They were actually teaching us that being an artist for a living was a crazy idea and not only THAT, but if you did manage to make an living as an artist, it must mean that you have sold out.
It is no surprise that I remained confused about my desire to be an artist for a very long time. Until I turned forty, actually.
What changed when I turned forty? I was able to turn off those dream crusher voices in my head and realize that the way to become an artist is to create art. As often as possible. End of story. There is no great mystery here. Maybe I am not making as much money as some one with a ‘real job’ but holey moley, I am doing something that I LOVE TO DO.
There is value in that.
There is joy in that.
There is something so SACRED about that.
The thing that makes me so crazy is that, as a parent, I work so hard to cultivate and encourage my children’s dreams and yet one person can come along and destroy it all with a few ‘helpful’ words. So remember, next time a young person tells you what they want to do with their life, just listen, bite your tongue if you have to. Don’t be a dream crusher, be a dream cultivator. *************************************************************************************************
The size of your success is measured by the strength of your desire; the size of your dream; and how you handle disappointment along the way.
Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.
It is a miserable state of mind to have few things to desire and many things to fear.
-Francis Bacon, Viscount St Albans