Hi everyone, I participated in an Art Showing May – June at River Arts Gallery, in Damariscotta.
I displayed this painting – “Gulls are Free.” 8″x8″ oil, framed.
HOWEVER, I didn’t have time to let you know about it!
It was a very nice gathering. The artwork displayed was spectacular as usual.
Hubby came along with me to the opening. He found a couple of paintings and a photograph he particularly enjoyed.
But then, his hips suffered from standing too long. So he sat in the car — so I thought– to rest.
Later, from inside the gallery, I noticed the car empty. Where was hubby? No one knew. How could I lose a husband at an art showing?
Answer: the second hand book shop behind the gallery. Books are his heaven. He found a soft chair in which to sit and read. He was happy. And I was happy he found something to enjoy while I chatted with friends.
Then life happened. That is part of the human race…we have those busy times when there is lots to do, and some of it doesn’t get done.
Better luck next time.
Be back in a little bit to tell you about my next showing.
Leave a comment. Love to hear from you.


Why?
Something about it bothered me. I’d think about. I needed to look at it again. I’d sit staring at it.
I know where my issues are in painting and try to overcome them. Like writing. After lots of keystrokes, the “Ah. Now I have it working like it should… ” moment arrives.
Not so fast, dear writer. Have you left it for a bit, before re-reading it. Your comment should be “Ah. Now let’s give it a break; read it in a couple of weeks to see if it’s “…working like it should.”
So, I removed the frame and propped the painting back on the easel… for days.
Okay, now what are you going to do?
“Pick up your brush and start blocking stuff out.” So I did. It felt both scary and good. I wanted the
painting to be better. For me. The creator.
Limiting the palette to few colors, I focused on sky and water.
Most of my work comes from sketches and photos captured on site, then I attend to my idea of what story/meaning could the viewer impart to the chosen subject and its surroundings?
The titles chosen by me, the creator, act as a catalyst for the viewer, and gives it their interpretation of what and why.
I have another empty spot on my studio wall. Working on another painting which will soon fill that spot.
