an art journal of an expressionistic spirit
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What gives me a breeze? Painting is my breeze. Life is a breeze when I paint. I can walk among the trees, be cold in thought and suddenly the warmth of the sun makes my spirit dance. In that moment I am complete. I am free. Then there’s the times when I see the petals of a rose breezing in the sun. It’s these little details that make life a breeze, a breathe of fresh air.
This is the rhythm that reminds you that we are truly one.
Siempre,
Mireya
I wrote this post a week ago and somehow it stayed in draft. Finally here we are.
It’s the holiday season. We are about to begin winter. I can’t wait for spring. Last week I wrote about my obsession with roses. Have these lovely shades of pink always been there? Have they? I could be walking along in thought and suddenly I stop. Pink and peach roses catch my eye.
My next project should be pink roses? I could work on creating pink tones. Ettavee wrote this wonderful post on how to use fluorescent pink. I have been working on painting roses. I have! I am working on the layout and working on flower arrangements. Yes, I can use my art journal for this exploration. Pink Roses is a good book title? Ok there we have it. Pink Roses it is!
I love the pinks in these blooms.
Siempre,
Mireya
Different Is Beautiful is one of my favorite projects. This book is part of my childhood. I just read it. I’m going through all of my art and archiving the good stuff. This book is good. If you need a confidence booster then this book will help you. I just had to share it because it made me feel good.
If you have read the book please let me know.
Siempre,
Mireya
Wait that’s not the brush I used to paint the brush strokes or stamp the stigmas but everything about these blooms is me. I stamped with the back of a paintbrush. I sporadically mixed a wonderful peach. And the warm yellow, it was great. Then, I wanted more pink. Let’s just say this wasn’t a happy mistake. I went through four sheets of good watercolor paper. I kept trying to recreate the peach tone. I kept trying to paint the strokes. It just wasn’t working. The more I tried the further I deviated from the freeness that allows me to paint.
So why is all of this me? This painting session was about what happens when I let go, when I let go of what should or could be and simply paint. Yes paint like the young spirits who in the moment, ooed and awed over randomly mixing tones of green. They painted like true artists. No one gave them permission. They just painted. That’s how I paint when I’m painting blooms. Some ideas work and others are filled with brilliant lessons.
Now that’s the me I want more of. Here’s to the peach flowers that led to this post. What a lesson! These pink blooms are me coming back to all that is me, the color, the texture, and peace. I’ve been painting lots of paper collage flowers. More on that tomorrow.
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Siempre,
Mireya
I like that it feels like both.
I posted new artwork on society6. I worked on my calendar. I started my journal! I’ve stalked up on supplies and ready to go.
Here’s my summer to do list:
Now I’ll go review my notes, and go for a wonderful walk.
That’s all. Roll up your sleeves. Get out the paint. Mix some tones and paint.
A few of my favorites
The weather feels good. It’s breezy in the shade and warm in the sun. I can feel the breeze and here the chitchat. The bird’s are singing their song. It’s a lovely day to admire and fall in love…
Seems like I haven’t done much walking for the sake of walking and admiring it all. Seems like I’ve been clearing my mind instead of taking note of all the details. Like right now I’m seeing the swaying of the branches and the breeze, it feels so free.
Our best work originates in the freedom. Oh, trees remind of painting a few trees for Wise Trees. There’s a few trees I want to redo.
What would Earth Day be without a little Eric Carle.
This artwork is inspired by The Hungry Caterpillar and us.
This flower represents why I create. I take ideas never knowing how they’ll turn out and start creating. This type of creating comes from me. There’s no fear or doubt. Fear is always there but, in these moments, only idea patters. There’s this voice that tells me keep going. I know I need more of that in my whole life.
I painted the bloom on copy paper. The blending is beautiful! The stem and leaves didn’t come out good, but collage paper was the answer. Stamping with the round handle of a craft brush added a little more fun to this flower. I should add a little more space around the flower, so this bloom feels like it was painted on a dot wall.
an art journal of an expressionistic spirit 