Tuesday, June 5, 2012


the other day i wrote this really inspired post about this new piece i created and i was so excited about it, i even wrote a wee poem.  but.... when i hit publish.  it. disappeared.  gone.  just like that lost in cyberspace.

this post may not be as eloquent but here goes nothing...

i was in a collage-ing kind of mood.  i don't normally create such large collaged pieces,  this is approx 18' x 22' on 140 lbs watercolour paper.  but once i started glueing down, i couldn't stop. 

before starting i rummaged for about 20 minutes in my collage fodder folder... and i literally took out pieces that i found intriguing.  pieces that hold meaning for me, remind me of something or have a story to tell.  and the following is what I intuitively ended  up with.

STEP 1: collaged pieces

then i walked away for the night to decide how i was going to continue with this.  when i went back to the piece, she was begging to get painted.  so i started and added layer upon layer upon layer until i got to here:

STEP 2: adding layers of acrylic paint

and i really really loved it. i love her face and the images peeking out in the background and it was all good.  but knew i had to walk away and come back to it again the next day.  i knew she wasn't yet done, and kept going and going with layers and mixed media until i finally got to here and stopped.  i really like the way the tree in the back looks full of green leaves, and how it appears to be reflecting off water.

Step 3:  adding more layers with acrylic paint, oil pastels, oil bars, stabilo pencil, india ink, water based inks

but somehow that got covered up.  i still don't feel she's quite done.  i need to work it some more before i totally and completely love it. 

i love the process of a piece transforming, and taking pictures in between the process, and being able to step back and examine it piece by piece. 

somehow, naked women, the lotus flower, bare trees, make their way into my pieces.  no halo this time.  at least not yet anyway.

i tried to recreate the poem i had written about this piece but for the life of me i can't remember the exact words.... something like 'she stood tall, strong, and sturdy, her roots running deep.  rooted.  stirrings in her heart .... yadda yadda...  finding her voice, and expressing ...blah blah with confidence.  .... the yearnings of her heart...'   i know, i know... but i swear, it was good. lol 

my little girl has soccer tonight.  and boy what fun it is to watch her little 5 year old self play her heart out, and all her little team mates having a blast on the field.  there's nothing like watching your child run towards her own teams net with the ball and looking at you all proud... xox  i can't stop myself from giggling every time i picture it in my head.  such a sweet, sweet girl.  can't wait for tonights shananigans.

1 comment:

Ophelia said...

Your work is so incredibly amazing. I love visiting here. Truly inspiring.