Adding to my collection of work inspired by female archetypes, this week I sketched out my first idea for The Mother. A close friend who is a soon-to-be mother inspired me. I am in awe of her humble honesty and courage. I would imagine becoming a mother is one of the most magical and terrifying experiences in a woman’s life.
Not speaking from experience but purely from observation of others, when a woman commits to having and raising a child, it is the most selfless act; a choice that changes her life forever. She not only goes through great physical changes, but mentally and emotionally this child now becomes the most important priority, above all else that she once held dear. I’m sure that in most cases the joy of having a child and the love that she holds far outweighs any sacrifices, but ultimately she must know that she is losing a part of herself and her freedom. This can be very difficult to acknowledge.
What I appreciate about this very special woman is that she unpresumptuously said out loud that she is selfish. She loves her freedom, she loves to travel and go as she pleases. Ironically even though she is quite independent and free-spirited, in my opinion she is anything but selfish. She is beautiful inside and out and one of the most caring and kind persons I happen to know. I can’t remember a single time in the many years that I’ve known her that she has ever been selfish.
I think sometimes people confuse self-care with selfishness. Of course when you have less responsibility, you have more time to take care of yourself and do things that you enjoy. However, even when one’s life becomes more hectic and responsibilities seem to take over, it is still important to practice self-care by continuing to do the things that you love independently of others. These things, such as yoga, traveling, creating art or whatever else you happen to have a passion for simply feed your soul. When we do not take the time for ourselves, people seem to develop a sort of bitter resentment towards others, and mostly towards those people for whom they’ve made the most sacrifices for.
By giving time to yourself you are more likely to love and give to others. So to all of you mothers out there, I am amazed by you. You have a strength and love unlike no other. Just remember to do something for yourself every once in a while and be selfish if that’s what it really is. Being a martyr doesn’t get you anywhere but dead. (Woah, heavy! My little sick humor.) Till next time folks!
This weekend I started my second painting in my collection of female archetypes, The Inner Child. This part of my personality is probably the one that comes out most often. There are things we do as children that many of us stop doing as adults. There are also a freedoms we have as children that we can’t really grasp at the time; but when we look back we realize how special they were. Most of us get tied down with responsibilities, family obligations, and relationships; we forget what it’s like to be free from all of those adult-related burdens.
As much as I enjoy being in a relationship, the moment I start to feel a bit trapped or it gets a bit too serious, I bolt. Perhaps it’s one of my faults. I’m deathly afraid of someone taking away my freedom. I’ve seen over and over again what it does to people and I simply don’t want that kind of life for myself. There is a song from Serbia (where my parents were born), about a girl named Daniela who’s always running away. Quite fitting.
Despite my recent streak of very dark artwork, I’m genuinly a happy person most of the time. I enjoy being silly, lying at the beach all day, riding my bike, feeling snowflakes on my tongue, scaring people, and dancing around my kitchen when nobody’s watching. I make it a point to do one thing ever day that makes me happy.
In the end it is important to embrace the joy, innocence and freedom of your inner child as often as you can. Take that road trip by yourself, eat that ice-cream, and slow dance in the middle of your street on a warm summer evening. These are the moments that we remember forever. Run away and go enjoy each day!
The Blindfold; to deprive someone of sight by tying a piece of cloth around the head so as to cover the eyes.
As we move through relationships, working on building stronger ones and letting go of others, do we see them for what they are, or do we walk around with a metaphorical blindfold on to hide the ugly parts from ourselves? If and when we finally take it off, is it for the better, or does it only offer more suffering?
In the past few weeks I have anguished for dear friends who are suffering from the worst kind of betrayal in a relationship; one that I’m unable to disclose, but nevertheless has taken a heavy tole on my mind and heart. What I always thought was true and forever is no longer. It shattered what little hope I had of having something true and lasting one day myself.
In the same few weeks, I have had my own experience with a new relationship, enjoying many moments but also trying to gage feelings and interest in both parties. While I appreciate his viewpoints and blunt candor on life and relationships, I already know somewhere in the back of my mind that this will most likely not last. Does it have to be forever to be real? Can we enjoy a temporary relationship without thinking about the future, or am I blindfolding myself from what I really want but may never have?
On the other hand, perhaps the blindfold is off for the first time, and I’m seeing and enjoying the relationship for exactly what it is, without any hope or expectation.
Whether it be the uncertainty of a new relationship, or the inevitable conclusion of a one that was thought to last a lifetime, with eyes wide open we can only move forward and see what the future holds.
This morning I finished my first painting in my new collection of female archetypes, The Warrior. From start to finish, this painting changed drastically. Usually when I’m working on something it’s really difficult to know when to stop; it seems almost impossible to know when to call an artwork finished. For the first time, perhaps ever, I was certain.
While I didn’t quite know what was going to emerge from the canvas when I started, she is more than I could have hoped for. She is fierce and willful, beautifully bloodied after a victorious battle, and a force to be reckoned with.
I know I have felt her inside of me on rare occasions when I’ve been significantly wronged in some way. In real life, especially as rational adults, we learn to deal with these sorts of things in a healthy way, such as having a discussion, hitting a punching bag or running it off.
But wouldn’t it be nice if instead, for those who really deserve it, we could just beat the crap out of them and walk away? I know you are all thinking of someone in your head right now!
I was recently asked by someone why I started my collection with her, The Warrior. After giving it much thought, I believe that she is the part of us that is so often reluctant to come out. We can be afraid to be strong even when we know we need to be. And so I wanted to put her in the forefront of my work, as a reminder to all women that we have this unforgiving strength in us, and it is okay to use it from time to time.
I was very fortunate to spend this weekend surrounded by art. I went to a very cool gallery of local artists on Saturday and I worked on my own artwork on Sunday; an artist’s perfect weekend! Today I spent a couple hours on The Warrior painting, which is still not quite finished by the way. After about an hour in, I realized that I spent the entire time working solely on her right hand! It got me to thinking about the length of time artists spend working on the smallest of details to get them just right.
Why is it that at times I finish a painting in a single day, while other paintings take me over a month to complete?
Now that I’ve sold a few pieces and I’m beginning to create a collection of work, I’m constantly questioning value and pricing. What makes one artwork worth a million dollars and another worth fifty? Does the attention to detail matter? What draws an art collector to one specific piece over another?
I’m guessing that there are probably a million different answers to those questions. As an emerging artist it’s the kind of thing that can drive one quite mad. But after some time, I came to the conclusion that as long as I put my heart and soul into it, whether it takes me a few hours or a few weeks, it indeed holds great value. It may not be the monetary kind, but worth can’t always be measured in money now can it?
Yesterday was my dad’s birthday, and so I thought I’d dedicate this blog entry to the awesomeness that is my dad. Typically I would be over at my parent’s home celebrating with him. But this fall my parents moved to Florida, and this is the first time as far back as I can remember that we weren’t together. Life changes, and so we must adapt.
How can I describe my dad? He is kind, funny, intelligent, and a bit of a dreamer. He loves to have fun and always must be the center of attention, but in a way that most people find endearing. He has the best smile. He likes to sing from the top of his lungs (with his not-so-good musical voice I might add), he randomly races young twenty-somethings in his Cadillac with a Corvette engine, and he can spend a whole day at the beach just bathing in the sun. He enjoys simple pleasures and takes life in one day at a time. Most adults forget what it’s like to be a child, but this guy embraces his inner-child like no other; I think that’s what I like most about him.
One day I found a picture of my dad in an old album when my mom and I were visiting, and I made the portrait above. I think he looks so handsome. It was the first time I saw what he looked like as a young man. He and I are similar in many ways, born in the same month and all; I’d like to think we have a special sort of father-daughter bond where most of the time we just get each other. We can sit for hours discussing his crazy philosophies of life, drinking, singing, and just having fun. So here’s to the very cool guy that happens to be my dad...cheers to you sir; you beautiful human you!
When I decided to change my career and really take my art seriously, life became a thousand times better. It was scary and difficult but in the end I can't picture my life any other way.
This week I started working on my first painting of my female archetype collection. A few long days of work later, I decided I didn’t like the way it was turning out. I took my largest paintbrush and white paint, hesitated for just a moment, and then proceeded to vigorously paint right over my work. I started over and created the artwork that you see above.
This is not something that I would have ever considered doing five years ago. I would have been scared that I would make it worse. I would have been thinking about all of the things that could go wrong; all of the “what-ifs”, if you will.
Now I realize that there is something so completely liberating about letting go and starting over, even when it’s something that you worked really hard on. While it can be a bit disheartening after that much effort, eventually that feeling goes away and this new sense of complete satisfaction and pride takes over.
I realize that starting a piece of art over is not quite as scary as starting major parts of your life over, however the basic principle is the same. If something is not going the way you had hoped and if everyday you wake up unhappy or indifferent, than welcome that change. If there is a strong foundation and it is fixable, if there is still some sort of hint of passion in it, whether it be a career or a relationship, it may be worth the time to work on it and make it better.
I can only speak from my own experience, but I will say with absolute certainty that both the life-changing choices and small ones have been worth any temporary sacrifices. So grab that paintbrush my friends, and paint a new picture right on top of that old canvas...it’s totally worth it!
As we approach one of the most celebrated holidays of all time, I’m graciously reminded of all of the people who have touched my life over the years. After all, Christmas is a time where you reflect on all of the good people and things in your life. Christmas is a time when you give back to those who mean the most to you.
Family means different things to different people. But I believe anyone who you deeply care about is in fact family. While we have some choice in the matter, most of the time fate takes over and we are drawn to certain kindred spirits. Soul mates are not only in a life partner, but also within your closest friends and family. I am lucky to have a few very special soul mates in my life, the kind who always understand my wonderful weirdness. I too understand them without any explanation. We just are...forever connected.
These are the relationships which I hold onto most, that give the most meaning. So on this day to all of my beautiful soul mates, I say thank you for being in my life.
I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and good health and fortune in the new year.
This week I’m taking a break from my female archetype collection to remember my Uncle Eddie. Lately I’ve been thinking about him alot, perhaps because the holidays are around the corner. We had a special bond and he was someone very dear to my heart. Unfortunately cancer got him a short while ago at a relatively young age. I think those are the most difficult kinds of deaths to get over. It was unexpected and quick. There was no time to process what had happened and there was nothing that could be done to help him accept to let him go.
He was one of those men who had such a large presence. When he walked into the room with his deep voice and a slight grin, you couldn’t help but smile back. He often wore those old funny hats that men wore back in the 1920s, and he looked great in them.
The memories that stand out the most are the times when I would watch him dance with my aunt. They danced the waltz like nobodies business and as I watched them, it was as if I was transported back in time into an old movie. He looked so cool and classy and she always had such a smile on her face, the kind that would light up a room. They moved around the dance floor as if they were floating on air.
I made this sketch a short time after he had passed to capture one of my favorite memories of him. It’s not much but I thought it was important to share. I always tell my students that behind every artwork is a story, and if you know the story the art holds that much more meaning.
Within all women lies this elegance, a sort of quiet grace that comes from within. It captivates those around us, most often when we don’t realize it. A Graceful Woman is the fourth sketch in a collection of artwork inspired by the multiple facets of a woman.
When I think of grace, I think about the way a woman carries herself. She holds her head up high even in the most difficult of times. She puts others before herself. Her laughter lights up a room, and she smiles as if she’s hiding a secret. She is subtly strong, using intelligence and words in place of brute to win her battles. Now don’t get me wrong, sometimes The Warrior (Sketch 1) within us is needed, but most often grace will win over violence.
When a graceful woman walks into a room she has a presence that draws people in, yet she often keeps them at a distance. There is a mystery to her that is both adored and envied.
What is it about being graceful that I found it worthy enough to write about? I think it is often what separates our human side from our animal side. Grace takes civility, kindness, and a keen sense of understanding others. It requires us to think before we speak and act. While we are not always graceful, it is something that I strive to be as often as possible. After all, imagine what the world would be like without grace. Pretty scary, right?
Stories about how art inspires and changes us.