Friday, March 24, 2017

Abstract paintings

I've been doing abstract art lately,  specifically fluid and flow/drip art. Sometimes the control freak in me just wants to take a break and let things just happen.  Don't get me wrong, this is a specific technique and takes specific supplies, including additives, so it doesn't just happen, but it is relaxing. I tried the pour technique about five years ago, but didn't really have a dedicated place to paint, and this style of painting can be messy. Once you do your research and you set your space up so the mess wont get out of hand, then you can relax and not worry about perspectives and horizon lines and proper placement of facial features. It's just fun.

With all that being said, here are a few that I have done this year. Before I got into the totally free flowing abstract, I painted these...

I cant remember if I'm shown these here, but they are the largest that I have done for some time, they are on stretched canvas that is 36" x 36".  They were fun, but there was still so much decision making involved and I really wanted to step away from reality and let the paint be my reality for a while.

Enter these...

These were two of my first pour art pieces.  The top one reminds me of a cave, while the bottom one I feel is very ocean-y.

Next I poured painting but done in two pours...

I did the purple background first and it didn't grab me as a stand alone painting, although my sister and my friends had fun finding hidden images in it.  I had originally planned to do a pour that had floral colors in it, so after the purple dried, I mixed up some yellows and greens and did another pour along with some splatter techniques.

Not all paintings are successes, sometimes you get epic fails, but it's fun to take a mess and run with it...

This one was a total experiment and while it looks creepy to some, I liked putting dots in it to resemble eyes.

I have other paintings that I will share with you next post, but I will leave you with this one...

I have to admit, this was a complete accident, not at all what I was going for. This image was achieved by trying to scrape off paint that was starting to turn to mud on the canvas. I actually love the way it turned out. 

For this last painting, I used transparent airbrush paints as my first layer and the smell of them was quite off putting. I personally don't want to have to wear a mask or a respirator in my studio, so I tend to stay with products that are low odor and hopefully less toxic.

Well that's it for today. Hope you all are having a great week, month, year. Whatever or however you gauge your passage of time, enjoy is fleeting.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Frozen Shoulder, Fibromalgia and other imaginary illnesses

I am not one to bitch and moan. No one can do anything about it and usually, unless it has happened to them, people don't even believe you. I have a new respect for people that have illnesses and handicaps that arent visible to others.

I have frozen shoulder in my left arm and there really isn't much you can do about it. So many differing schools of thought. Some doctors think physical therapy is the answer and some think surgery is the answer, while other professionals think that it will eventually subside on it's own and that whatever you can do to manage the pain is your only recourse.

Pain medication, other than Tylenol, raises my blood pressure to stroke levels so I have to rely on other methods of pain management. I am currently taking a natural muscle relaxant that helps and a combination of herbal supplements used for fibromalgia (which I know I have for years, but try to get that diagnosed) and they seem to be helping some.

When I wake up in the morning, I feel like I am made of stone. My body feels so heavy that it is difficult to get out of bed. Not impossible, but difficult. I would think that this is a symptom of something, but at this point, do I really want to know why?

I have a friend that has lung and (I think) heart problems and they are causing shortness of breath and other symptoms that arent visible. She is so hesitant to call in sick, because she knows no one will believe her and that they think she is trying to get out of work. She has worked all her life, and now in mid fifties, feels like she is "on her last leg", but just keeps pushing on, as she feels like she has no other option.

I have another friend that is a cancer survivor, and pushes herself to the limit all the time. Just to look at her, you wouldn't know anything was ever wrong. But she hurts. That doesn't keep her from cooking, and cleaning and helping her family when I know she doesn't feel like it. Wont let anyone help her much, as she wants to be the one helping. I suppose she is a nurturer by nature (say that three times fast).

Different people choose different ways to deal with illness and pain. Some like the ones listed above are more inclined to keep things to themselves while others are more inclined to talk about what hurts them, only to be scorned and called hypochondriacs.

The bottom line, and the real reason for this post is to remind you of this...just because you haven't' experienced a certain health issue, doesn't mean that it isn't real. It doesn't give anyone one the right to talk down to someone, or to have such negative thoughts about them.  Have some compassion.

True there are some people that thrive on sympathy and beg for money to pay for medical expenses that aren't actually needed, but in my opinion, those people are fewer that the people that really need our help, monetarily and emotionally.

Try to be more caring and look past the fact that you cannot relate to something you have never had, try walking a mile in their shoes. Try to not make it about you, there are things that you will never experience, that are real. There are mental and physical conditions that afflict many people in the world today, and while I cannot relate to something, I am going to try to be more understanding.

Sure it's good to support organizations that help disaster victims and it's great to support animal rights groups and such, but try to remember that there just might be someone in your own circle of friends that you could do more for.  I know I am going to try to be more understanding. Because I know from my own life that things can change in the blink of an eye. So now, more than ever, I will strive to...

Be nicer. Try harder. Don't be so quick to judge. Help where I can. Listen when no help is to be had.

I know this was a long and drawn out post and for that, perhaps I should apologize because I also really love this quote:

So I will try not to judge that which I don't understand well enough.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Weirdos have weird dreams...

I dreamed that I was walking across the porch at either my grandmother's house or my mother's house, when I suddenly encountered a snarling dark grey wolf.

As I recall, he was fairly large and I knew I was in trouble. I couldn't remember whether I was supposed to avert my eyes or stare him down, so I did a throw-down with staring and growling back at him.  This did not work at all, and just when I knew, in this dream, that I had just reached the last day of my life, the wolf turned into a man.  You would think that he would look like that guy from Twilight, but no, this shape changer takes on the appearance of Jason Segal from "How I met Your Mother" but looking a bit off.

Don't get me wrong, I was pretty scared, nonetheless as I knew this ordinary looking guy could change back and rip my guts out at any minute.  Then I heard someone coming, and he said no one else could see him and to prove it, he immediately became invisible and started doing tricks like opening and shutting the door.

Well, it just happens that the person we heard walks into the room and it's Amy Poehler.

She was all cute and bubbly and she says to the door that is opening and closing that she can see him and basically acted like she wasn't scared at all. Exit Wolf/Weird Jason.

Then Amy and I, along with some other random people that just wandered into my dream, start discussing how she shouldn't be pressured into making another movie. My advice was to just be herself.

Then she started fake-snoring/snorting, trying to be funny, and we told her that wasn't a snore noise it was the noise you make when you are mucous-y from sinus troubles and then, sitting on the floor behind the couch, I see a humidifier/nebulizer releasing steam.

That's when I woke up, coughing a bit from whatever that nebulizer had loosened up. I'm still a little clogged up as I type this, but I thought I would share it with you.

Hope you enjoyed my visuals, also. Let's go get some coffee.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

It's been two months since my last...

It's been two months since my last post. I suppose I should post more often, but you know, sometimes I 'm just not in the mood. I have been painting a lot these past two months, as well as going to the doctor for a physical, and having physical therapy for a frozen shoulder. Oh and the day after Christmas I got something akin to the Norovirus (aka stomach flu) and was really sick for several days.

Hopefully I am on the mend from everything and will be more inclined to post more. Maybe, maybe not...who knows.

I'm not one to bitch and moan about stuff, but I really haven't felt good for a while and I've been watching a lot of television and taking it easy.  It's only mid February, but I find myself looking forward to spring.  We have had several unseasonably warm days here in Roanoke, Virginia and it lulls me into a false sense of warmth and change. With all that being said...

Let's see what kind of art I can post for you.  Most of my FB faithfuls have seen these, but it never hurts to post them here, just in case I still have readers...

 How about a portrait of a Canadian Chicken???

And here we have an abstract with the colors of my bedroom...

 Who doesn't love splashes of color representative of a flower garden where sunflowers rule...

 Another abstract that ended up being a city, but it started out as something completely different...

A trio of faceless angels helped me welcome in the Christmas Seasons...
And some of you will remember that I love cardinals, so I painted this guy against a snowy backdrop...

 And for my blogger friends that haven't seen me for a while, I'm still rocking my gray locks and

I take almost as many selfies as a reality star, but hey, use to be that I took pictures of my cats and my husband and well...they are no longer in this realm, so a gal does what a gal has to do.

Enjoy your upcoming week and have fun of some kind. Love ya bunches and I'll try to check in more often.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

This is something I needed to read...

I find myself needing to read something like this recently. More often than I'd like...

Click below where it says "it's an article..."

It's an article/blog post about needing to be right... by the gentleman pictured above.  Tim Marks. I have not done extensive research on him, but he appears to be a motivational speaker and author.

I hope this finds everyone well and safe and happy. I know that's a lot to wish for you, especially with the holiday season upon us. I really do wish the best for everyone and I sometimes get frustrated with all the negative reporting that is constantly in the media and the negativity that is social media.

I suppose the human species has always been negative and quick to find fault with others, but I swear I also think that some people simply get in such a habit of saying what they think, all the time and heaven forbid anyone disagrees.  I'm seeing a trend of people forcing their opinions on others. It is so easy. If, as in the past, we had to write a letter on paper and put it in an envelope and put postage on it, and go to the post office to post this mail, instead of just hitting send, perhaps such trends might diminish.

Ahhh, but back in the 21st century, I'm trying not to be like that. I don't need for others to know that I am right, or smart, or talented in order to feel good about myself. I do not base my self-worth on what others think or see. I know I am worthy and it doesn't matter if someone else knows that or not. I know it.

I will continue to strive to be a decent person. I will not insist on being right.  I will not wait until New Year's Day to start trying to achieve these daily goals. I will feel good about myself. For me.

Enjoy the rest of your hour, day, week, month or year. Life goes on and hopefully it will go smoothly for you and yours. If not, you can always blog about it...

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Time marches on...

Well, the election is over and it was one of those situations where I really wasn't happy with either party's nominees, but I voted and I voted my conscience.  Now I will wait and see what the next four years have in store for us, as a country.

I am stunned by the reactions of the supporters of the losing side. They have acted like idiots.  I think the difference is that when the Republicans didn't win either of the last two elections, the losing side couldn't protest or make their displeasure known for fear of being labeled racists because of Obama being mixed race. Sure some folks acted up, but not like this...

I do wonder if either Ben Carson or Allen West, both black politicians, had been the nominee and winner for the Republicans instead of Trump, would the losers have protested as violently? Would they have been labeled racists if they did.

I fear we will never know.

Happy November. Enjoy yourself. Get ready for winter. Carry on.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Thank you, I'm fine...

I now this is a strange title, but I was just sitting around this morning contemplating life and I was thinking about what it means to need nothing.  Seriously, I have several friends that check in on me daily and I always answer, "thanks, I'm fine" when they ask if I need anything.

At this particular moment in time, I do need to put on a disguise and go to the store for toilet paper.

I'm being silly, that's my way of saying I don't have any make up on, but will probably go out anyway.  But getting back to the point, I suppose I can finally relate to why it was so difficult for my mother to tell us what she wanted for Christmas/Birthday.  She would say things like "I want you to clean up your rooms" or "I want all you kids to get along", something of that nature.  I think now I understand.

She had reached that point, where she knew that she didn't really need anything.  In her world, in her time, she had it all. She had what she needed.

You may say that it took me long enough, but at my current age, 63, I finally have to say I really don't need anything.  I have everything I need and I don't seem to want anything.  I have a nice home and nice things in my home.  If I want something I just buy it, I am very fortunate to be able to do this.

I can remember the days when this absolutely wasn't the case, those days when we had a "wish-list", when we really didn't have the extra money for things we wanted.  Don't get me wrong, I always love getting stuff.  I love art supplies, and jewelry and cosmetics and when someone gives me a gift card from Ulta or a certificate for a mani-pedi I always use them.  I just don't really need anything.

I open my closet and in the container where I keep my nail stuff, there may be fifty shades of polish. I always have clothes and shoes, I have the computers that I like and the pots and pans that I prefer.  I don't need anything. It's nice to know this. It's nice to see that the struggle is over. I appreciate it.

At some point in our lives, usually when we are older, the things we want aren't the things that money can buy. I want to be fifty pounds lighter or at least not feel like I'm carrying a weight on my shoulders when I go to get out of the recliner. I want to have the energy I did twenty years ago.  I want to feel like getting up and dancing for an hour without getting tired. Those are the things I kind of want.

I want people to commiserate with me instead of sharing their vast knowledge on how I can achieve my goals. There are thousands of YouTube videos and sites on the internet to show me how. For the most part, I know how to do these things, I just don't have the gumption to do them. Gumption, that's it, that's what I need, that's what I want...bring me some gumption.

I understand that my friends know that I'm not in need. It's not about that. So when they ask me what I want for Christmas or if I need anything from the store, I know that they care about me and want to be there for me and if a situation actually arises, I will tell them, that yes, you can get such and such for me. If it's late and I do need something from the store and I know that it's on your way, yes, you can swing by and bring it to me... I'll let you.  More times than not though, I'm going to answer "I'm fine, but thanks for asking".

Not much of a post for a Sunday morning, but it's what's on my mind. Now I'm off to go get some t.p.