Today is a significant day in my diary for a few reasons.
One of the reasons is that today I have to finally admit that my nerdy looking dark blue, striped, flannel pyjamas have finally reached a point where they can be worn no longer.
They hold huge sentimental value to me.
Why mention them here in my art blog? I have painted many many paintings over the last couple years since I was given them. They are more than just PJs ... they are an emotional crutch. :)
How will I ever replace them?
RIP pyjamas ... I will miss you.
Do you ever suddenly feel inspired or compelled to do something, and once you start thinking about it can't stop thinking about it until you actually do it, and then, once you have done it just want to do it again and again? I have to admit, that sounds a little like addiction now that I drag the thought out of the dark recesses of my brain and expose it in print to the daylight. Well, I suppose we all have our addictions.
Where am I going with this? Sometimes painting can be like that for me.
When I started my series of zebras it was like that ... certain emotions and happenings compelled me to paint, and zebras were the hook that allowed me to do it. There are still days where I literally itch to paint zebras. :)
I think I may have found another hook. I made a decision (commitment?) to try and paint something representing what happens in my heart and head in a ... shall we say "less dark" way (which I mentioned to you). I have been struggling to find the hook though. What subject? What is it that I can paint that can satisfactorily represent everything that I am; the love I feel; the passion; the need; the emotional turmoil; confusion; the bitterness; the desolation; the wonder; the rage; the emptiness; the hunger; the consistency and the coldness? It's a tall order! What on earth has all those elements. People? Certainly. But in painting people I battle to express the positive ... it's less interesting. What then? I have been floundering for months, waiting for my muse to do her magic.
On Friday the hook dug deep. I suddenly realised that there was one thing that had every one of the characteristics that I was looking for, and in fact is so very often described in exactly these terms. The sea!
I cannot begin to tell you how fired up I am right now about painting the sea. I'm amazed. I HATE landscapes ... they are dead and devoid of expression in my eyes. Seascapes have never crossed my mind. Who would have thought. And yet it seems so logical. I have a natural affinity to water and I love the sea. I understand it and love it and fear it. It is so representative of everything that I feel!
So right now all I want to paint is water. I want to get good at it ... really good at it.
I have started. I have a long way to go.
Watch this space.
It's just never occurred to me I guess, which is really dumb, and I'm sure everyone else knows it and it's obvious to them. There I was, driving home, thinking to myself how hot I was feeling and that a haircut would help cool me down. My mind played with the idea of cutting my hair, and then on to cutting my kids hair and I found myself looking forward to it. Why? Why was I looking forward to it? Obviously I must enjoy cutting hair! Now why on earth do I enjoy cutting hair? Duh! It's sculpture. I'm quite good at it too, if I say so myself. Haircutting is a form of sculpture and hairdressing is art! It had never occurred to me before! Crazy!
I long ago recognised that I enjoy cooking because it is a form of consumable art, but I had never extended it to hair!
Dumb thing to blog about, I know ... but hey ... at least I found it interesting. :)
Which leaves me with this question, now that I have realised that my head is art material, what do I do with it? I have had almost every type of hairstyle you can imagine in my youth, from bald to mohawk, Kenny G to Psycho Reptiles ... but what to do now?
Shave it no. 2? (Cool, cool and practical)
Keep it corporate? (Short back and sides)
Longish and lanky Tim Wheeler (of Ash) style? (Probably wouldn't suit me)
Let it get wild and wooly? (Nah ... not practical)
Grow it out again and go for that middle aged surfer look? (That will take a while to achieve!)
Try something modern? (Hmmm, teenage cuts at my age you look like you are trying too hard.)
Damn! Like I don't have enough question marks in my life already!