It is hard to think of you always. The voice in my head always has something to say. I do think of you always. You are a part of me. But these thoughts try to keep us apart. Oh but with your breeze you hug me. I did see the Hopi Crape with all it’s color and strength. I shall paint one. I must.
Painting is my reminder that I am here. I am here and with you always.
I received feedback from one of you and I thank you. Hope you are a subscriber. I started learning poetry. More on that in coming posts. There’s much more happening at creativelyhue. I recently painted a tree. I haven’t painted trees since Wise Tress. The Hopi Crapes I keep seeing are calling my name. I love painting trees and beautiful flowers. Yes I did come home after a walk and paint a tree. It felt good.
I ‘d love to see what you are working on. Find me on instagram @creatively.hue and tag me.
I wasn’t going to post these flowers but I am. Here’s why.
I could feel the color. I imagined painting these blooms on a smooth stucco wall. These colors made me smile knowing no rules. Afterward I scanned and was uploading onto my society 6 shop. Suddenly I didn’t like the way I painted. Maybe it was too much browsing on istagram. That was a few days ago.
Today I want to post these blooms because I painted them. These blooms are beautiful. The delicate brush strokes and blending reveal how light I felt. I just painted. There is no stay within the lines. I grew up painting that way. I taught others to do that. Nonsense. I know better now. The best painting is done with the freedom to paint whatever you want, however you choose.
Art isn’t perfect.
Art is like beauty, in the eye of the beholder.
Art is magical.
Art is like a song that gets into our mind, our hearts and deep down to the core of my soul.
Art is a smile when all you want to do is frown.
Art is the hope that helps you see and feel until it is with every breath.
Art is breath.
Look out into the wonders of the world and you will feel art.
Art is you.
Art is me.
Oh my, I really do need to work on this poetry writing. Whimsical words. Here’s to all of you who read this blog. Good vibes to you and all.
Today I had the I can do this all day momentum. What really made me smile is that I figured out how to keep my paint creamy.
With a flat brush paint water over a your mixing plate. My plate is a $2 plate I bought at Walmart.
Squeeze the paint onto the wet plate,.
Swirl each color until it is smooth. You could use a palette knife.
Add small drops of water util you have creamy paint.
You could mix a little white to your color
I place a color on each corner. Add a drop of white in the center. Then I have the rest of the plate to mix color. The magic begins! All I had to do was practice. Yes with practice and a willingness to explore I found the answer. Not so good with the actual flower artwork. That’s another post.
As I have been writing, alot these days, I am drawing and painting flowers for the practice. Lately I have been showing up with doubt and negativity. Yes I planned to paint a Ranunculus,still do. I love the idea of this, layering with acrylic and filling in with watercolor. The hearts, these were inspired by actual leaves.
Which brings me to my practice!
Make art. make a mistake? keep going. Observe. repeat.
Somewhere in the mistake and keep going I stop. It’s the mistake that prevents me from the going, the making. Everyone that succeeded did so because they had losts of practice. In practice you build flow. In practice you make changes because you learn. I made slight changes. What a diference. I went from Ranunculus love to love lives here.
I love the shape, the layers of these blooms. It’s like you see one flower but there’s all these layers, all the mystery and magic of the flower. Or should I say a person. Love lives here feels right. You choose to let go of the doubt and hold loves hand. Next time you want to throw out your work, save it. In a few days, a weelk, look at it with a fresh pair of eyes and keep making art.
Oh I should paint these with a turqoise or aqua background! You see I can keep going.
Last night I went to sleep with a question. What’s my story? Today’s Show Your Work reading and a comment on my art artwork post @creativelyhue askes me the same question.
I am rewriting my about page. So far so good. My earliest memory is fingerpainting. I liked the feel of paint on my hands. I loved the educational Crayola Watercolor sets. Most of all I liked that I had a canvas. My space. My place. I can do whatever I want with it. Why then do I feel the need to copy. Wait a minute I don’t copy but it is as I wrote yesterday. I feel imspired and I try and paint that way.
What I love most about art is that anything can be art. There is room for everyone. I have seen lines, scribbles, doodles, splatters, painting with spoons and straws.
All of it makes me feel so inspired. It is amazing what the mind dreams up.
Have a favorite artist? I should make a list and post it this weekend. I do have a list on pinterest.
Today’s Show Your Work chapter had profound words. I have read this book for the fourth time. I’m listening to podcasts. They are all about surrender. Ok so what are these words?
THE FIRST STEP IS TO STOP TRYING
I’ll discover a new artist. Then think of how I can repaint it. For example last night it was Carrie Schmitt? Her color is beautiful. How she paired beautiful blooms with a peacock, awesome. How can I paint them? I could apply my favorite colors? Express how nature makes me feel. Stop trying to paint. Just paint. Pay attention to what inspires me. It could be fabric at Joanne’s or Top Shop’s window display. Flowers are a popular surface design.
The problem starts when I hold these ideas too close. I try an paint that way. That never works. EVER. For one I am me. I paint like me. I paint much better when I simply paint. Besides I have my own painitng skills. So I’ll stop painting like others, or feeling the need too. I leave out the pencil and paint.
Love the blue I mixed here but wanted a more cream vanilla background with a touch of sunshine. Stamping is messy, well I made a mess. It is all in the consistency of the paint. Not too thick. Not watery. I have stamped before.
I like the faded slightly messy feel. Interesting how my curiosity led me to this idea and months later I see a similar fabric in Joanne Stores.