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A Horse of a Different Color

Previously, my work has largely been in shades of blues and purples. Not exclusively, by any means, but significantly. This piece is in a color I have rarely used on it’s own: White.

This is my newest piece. The photo isn’t the best. That is something I’m going to work on in the new year: good photographs of my paintings. Anyway, this piece came from a rediscovered song. It danced in my head for several days before it became this. Overall, I’m rather pleased.

Acrylic on Canvas with Bottle Caps. 24"X36"

Acrylic on Canvas with Bottle Caps. 24″X36″


Project update

Haven’t posted in a while. Several projects where in the works. Finished a new painting tonight. Will varnish it tomorrow & hopefully get a decent photo to post. The others are still top secret, but I’m proud of my work.


They’re Playing Our Song

I’ve always been a huge fan of music. A song will get under my skin and I can’t stop listening to it over and over again. I can’t stop singing it as I’m doing other tasks. Occasionally, I’ll find myself so into a song that I just have to paint it.

I posted last month about a song by Gotye called “Somebody That I Used to Know.” I’ve finally completed the painting that it inspired.

Shadows of Somebody I Used to Know

24″X24″ Acrylic on Canvas with Adhesive.

Thanks Goyte for the inspiration.


Creativity

I tried something new today. I say on the floor and colored like a child. It was fun. I always live doing that, but the experiment wasn’t the coloring. The experiment was that I did the entire thing left handed.

It was a challenge. And my brain felt different after I was done, as it always does when I try to do things left handed (which I actually do fairly often), but it was exhilarating as well. It’s not a master piece, but it was something new.

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Trying to Figure It Out

My dad wants me to find a day job that I can live with. My current day job makes me nauseous on a daily basis and want to claw my own eyes out at least once a week. This is extremely hard on me.

I remember being told as a kid that as long as I worked hard and did well in school, I could do what I wanted. And I worked hard and did well in school and went to a good college. I have my Bachelors of Fine Arts from one of the top schools in the country. It also happens to be one of the most useless degrees there is. It has absolutely NO relation to whether I will get a job in my field. I have my BFA in Acting.

::Laugh. No really, it’s ok.::

Now, as much as I love acting, I don’t want to be an actress any more. Performing is fun and I enjoy singing and pretending that I’m someone else for a while. But AUDITIONING I do not enjoy. It’s nerve wracking and stressful and you hear “No” a lot and that you’re too fat or too tall or too loud or too… If I’d known that being an actor was auditioning all the time, I might have tried something else sooner. Or taken more audition prep classes. Or…there are so many things I would do differently if I’d known then. But I didn’t.

Oklahoma isn’t known for it’s interest in the arts, much less encouraging them. So I just went along “knowing” that it would be hard, but not having any real idea what I was in for. No one I knew had ever even considered doing what I was doing. There wasn’t anyone in my life who could say, “Look, this was my experience. You might want to try it a different way.”

Now, I’m 34 trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. I know I can’t keep doing what I’m doing.

And as I said, my dad wants me to find a day job I can live with. I love him for trying, but it isn’t something that he can fix. And the thing is, I want more than that. I want to be proud of what I do. I want to feel some sense of accomplishment. I want my job to use my creativity, because that is what I have to offer. It is my best self. I want to, at least some of the time, if not most of the time, be excited to go into work in the morning. Maybe I’m just a dreamer, as John Lennon said. Right now I just feel lucky if I don’t make someone’s life worse by the time we’ve finished our phone call.

I don’t want a job where I go to work from 9-5 and rush out so I can spend an hour or so doing whatever creative endeavor I’m working on at the moment. I don’t want my life to only be lived in the snatches of time I can find on the weekends.

I realize I’m rambling a little tonight. I just want it out in the Universe. I don’t mind hard work, I just want work I enjoy.


A Bit of Hope

 Love Takes Flight 

This isn’t a great photo. I need to look into some decent lights and remember to use my tripod, but it is a new piece. In any case, it is a new painting. It’s small, only 10″x10″, but it just a bit of hope to hang on my bedroom wall. I don’t think this one will be for sale. I think I need to hang onto it for a while. (Acrylic on canvas with Scrabble pieces, lace, card stock, & a key).

Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope that you all have a little bit more love in your life today.


Semi-Fail

So, remember that post I made at the beginning of January, how I was going to be better about posting? The goal is to post at least 5 times each month. In January, I hit 4. Yes, I know that’s better than last summer when I think I posted once, but I already missed the first goal of the year.

The reason that I’m doing this blog thing is that I want people to be interested in my art. I have these paintings, and eventually I’m going to run out of wall space. I want them to go out into the world.

So yes, 4 posts is good, but I didn’t meet my goal. Epic fail: No. Not a happy Pepper: Yes.