Showing posts with label Acrylic Painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Acrylic Painting. Show all posts

Friday, October 10, 2014

A tender time


"There's a Bird in My Heart" Acrylic on Panel, 8x8", Quin Sweetman

"I am white with knuckles and my future eyes are squinting and sand-crusted. I kiss you to make you stop talking" Oil on Canvas/Panel, 8x8", Quin Sweetman

These are paintings I completed during a rough time; my mother and my cat were both ill. The strange titles came from a group show I am in, in which painters were paired with writers. "Entitled" is the name of the show and we each randomly selected titles to paint about or paintings to write about, respectively.

The painting of my cat now serves as a eulogy as she just passed away. Her sweet, gentle spirit and skittish, bird-like ways inspired me to paint her for the title. The painting of my husband Andy, though a portrait of him, is also a a self-portrait of sorts. I found the title I had drawn from a hat to be silly at first but came to relate to it in this tender stage in life I am in currently.  On a lighter note, Andy wrote this tongue-in-cheek eulogy for our cat:


Kirby Puckett was born in the summer of 2001 near Lake Merwin Washington in the Mount Hood Forest.   She was destined to be a working animal for a band of Forest Gnomes who ride cats like humans ride horses. These weren’t your normal run of the mill forest gnomes who cause a bit of mischief like hiding your keys.  These gnomes are a truly nasty and evil race.   They find folks sleeping after a night of partying and poop in their mouth and give a whack to the head for good measure resulting in what most people think is a hangover. 
One such morning when Quin and I awoke in a forest cabin, the gnomes had succeeded in causing a hangover but had left behind their small steed, who was now sleeping at the foot of our bed.  We figured that Kirby had escaped their nasty little clutches and wanted to be a normal cat like she had heard of in the legends of old.  This is where we started to share in the adventure of Kirby Puckett, the female cat.  
Quin and I already had a cat named Keegan (RIP) and some of you may have read his life story some time ago.  We felt that Keegan and Kirby would be best friends.  We didn’t know at the time, but Kirby spoke a language and observed customs that were not aligned with any other living cat.  This might have had something to do with those shitty little gnomes.  It took the passing of Keegan and the adoption of Fuzz, AKA Joe Meower, AKA Johan Santana, AKA Black Kitty, etc. to understand this was a reality.  
Soon after, we moved to the St. Johns neighborhood of North Portland and Kirby and Fuzz ruled the neighborhood for a couple of years.  Fuzz was the muscle and Kirby was the brains behind the operation. They sold catnip on the corner to make a few bucks and  bribed animal control to leave them alone.  All of that ended when a group of bootlegger cats by the last name Togo moved in next door. The Togo clan ruled with impunity, terrorized humanity and a claw to the eye and hole in the foot ended the outdoor rein of Kirby and Fuzz.  The message was loud and clear, the only safe place was indoors.  
During these past few years of indoor life, Kirby would pass the time following Quin everywhere through the house.  Kirby would give advice and tips on painting.  Wonder why Quin wasn’t on the same sleep schedule as her.  She would think “why doesn’t Quin use the litter box too" and wonder why our food was always eaten in front of the magic box where noise and light came from.  Whenever Quin would ask Kirby what she should paint next, the answer was always: Birds, Birds, Birds.  By this time Quin had become semi fluent in Kirby’s language and was always trying to teach it to me.  Kirby had a love hate relationship with petting, me, Fuzz, litter boxes, and the device she called the VACUME.  She was amazed that it could scream and eat at the same time yet terrified at how it moved and in our house, only came out before other people came over. 
After a brief sickness, Kirby is now hanging out with Keegan somewhere in heaven.   
I read somewhere that cats look at humans as bigger cats who feed them.  Kirby leaves behind two big cats and her brother fuzz. 

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Iris Galore

The beautiful irises in my yard are all in bloom and my friend's daughter stopped by to spend the afternoon so of course we painted. Fun Day! When she left, I used her leftover acrylics to have some fun with two little panels and my yellow irises.  I think I like them better than the one I made of the purple one as they appear more loose and fresh. What do you think?




My little painter friend, Lexi


My little oil of my other, purple/burgandy iris

Saturday, April 13, 2013

"A Picture is an Expressed Thought for the Soul"

A friend and collector of my work has asked me to write about artists I admire so I thought I'd begin with Emily Carr, whose work leads into the contemporary Erik Sandgren. I write about her first because I recently returned for a visit to Victoria, B.C., Canada and had the great pleasure of finally taking in her work in person.

Emily Carr exhibition "On the Edge of Nowhere" at the Greater Victoria Art Gallery

Emily Carr is one of my favorites for so many reasons and this visit was truly one of the highlights of my life. It's difficult to put into words how I feel about her work. For me it's pure poetry; the art of the possible. Something greater than real.  


  
Emily Carr Oil Paintings 

Emily Carr and her painting caravan, aka, "The Elephant"
Emily Carr, Artist and Author, 1871-1945, was a woman ahead of history. A great lover of life and her surroundings on Vancouver Island, she embarked upon many journeys to paint far from home; often alone in her little painting caravan or by hopping aboard a strange boat. This was unheard of for a woman of her time. I admire her courage and her commitment to honoring the First Nations Peoples and illustrating the importance of wild places and the Native way of life http://www.cathedralgrove.eu/text/06-Totem-Poles-2.htm. Though she was deeply religoius, I appreciate that her spiritualism was not limited to Christianity.

"A picture is an expressed thought for the soul," said Carr. 


Emily Carr Watercolor Painting with Cubist influence (my bad photo)

She found recognition in her lifetime but only when she was much older; after she was linked with the Group of 7, Canadian Landscape painters for a show at the National Gallery of Canada (Ottawa), http://groupofsevenart.com.  For me, Carr and the Group of Seven's art pushes line, color and atmosphere in a way that represents how I "feel" about the places I love. In addition to her lyrical paintings, I have also come to love what Carr had to say in her writings.  Read more about Carr at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Carr. Also, the book "Forest Lover" by Susan Vreeland, is a wonderful novel about her life. I have my mom to thank for turning me on to Carr's work and spirit. My mom spent time traveling many of the places Carr painted and I was born in Vancouver, British Columbia and lived on Vancouver Island in my early childhood.

Emily Carr's work has also greatly inspired one of my favorite living artists and mentors, Erik Sandgren of Aberdeen in Gray's Harbor, Washington and Portland, Oregon. In addition to sharing much of Ms. Carr's philosophy towards painting and conservation, Sandgren has visited and painted the totems and forest of the great Haida Gwaii (Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of Northern British Columbia). You can really see her influence on his work, especially from that time and I admire him for carrying on her tradition of honoring Native peoples by incorporating their remaining totem artwork, wild places and symbols in his artwork. 


Erik Sandgren

More than simple "pretty pictures", Sandgren's often mystical paintings truly embody the spirit of the Pacific Northwest. Asked what he admired most about Carr, Sandgren said "her relentless pursuit of change and progress in her own work, i.e. enormous courage - especially in her social context. She took lessons from (abstract painter) Mark Tobey, even!"


Erik Sandgren


Erik Sandgren

But I am most greatful to Sandgren for getting me to try plein air painting on the Oregon Coast nearly 10 years ago and for continuing to share his methods and inspiration with a whole new school of painters. He has helped me to look for something more than simple rendering in my creations. 
Art is so much more fun this way!

Erik Sandgren re-imagining Rocky Creek, Oregon Coast
See more of his work at www.eriksandgren.com.