Sunday, December 2, 2012

Creative Process Thoughts

Anymore these days, I find it is a series of stories I'm finding within that wants to be expressed. But not any story, they are always stories that I can not tell and when I do tell them, they look nothing like the story to the viewer in which I tell. I know, because I become the viewer. Usually a painting is done when it leaves us but lately ,my stories have been being left incomplete and are open to variants in the retelling or they are open in a continuation of what I think I'm telling, for instance:

It was not until recently that I gained the gratification of telling (now years later) my stories to one with whom a few of my stories was lived out with. Proudly, before them I placed the visuals of my perspective ( by way of a painting ) of our occurrence and happily they could read it! And they added to the telling through further sharing of their life and what had happened since last I saw them. I could see then, the little additives of whimsy I placed in the paintings were not there by mere whimsical chance, no, they were there showing me a psychic link to this person with whom this story I shared with and the painting was not a mere recollection of our experience together but further a living ongoing telling. In the six months I indulged myself with painting this certain story in order to paint this one particular painting that was for me a sharing with the world my secret story... a whole different living part of  the story was in the telling and told of a pregnancy and birth of a child, a proud father, a move to a new location and their acquiring of horses.

Before I met my husband, I painted an odd picture of a man cat...a manimal I call it. I asked myself when I saw it, Who is this stranger to me? It is my husbands face in that cat's face. He recognized himself straight away when he saw the painting.

At Last! The Wind!

When the wind is heard an internal spark ignites with-in me. As fast as that, like a light switch clicks on and  the creative juice flows.  Like a onramp to high speed freeways leading in and out of past present and future events. I realize, it's the negative ions in the air that I resonate with but still it's like magic for me.

When We Are Apart

When we are apart is my latest work of art, its a digital collage, lots of cutting and pasting.