Sunday, April 28, 2013

To Paint is to Love Again

among my love of folk art, ancient and new, is my love of religious art, especially the sacred heart.  i had always wanted to paint one having embroidered and appliqued quite a few so far and this is what i envisioned. 
it came naturally to me, except for the hands which I struggled with and even then they turned out strange since they were supposed to be cupped but I guess at least they look like hands.
spring has been slow in arriving here in california, even the strawberries are late and we never miss a week of strawberries.
its the light of spring I miss the most, being able to take nature walks and paint outside, so it has been a life spent mainly indoors of late, always with those English shows in the background. 
I have been trying to define what it is I want to paint, but when I begin the paintbrushes tend to do their own thing. 

like what resulted with one of my tags.  she had started out as a braided indian woman.  since april is poetry month and somewhere in april books are celebrated, I decided to make her bookish instead. I love how she turned out, one of my favorites so far.
it is funny how my romantic side comes out sometimes and others my love of whimsy, others my latin roots, yet others my british roots as you can see from "the may queen" below.
these last two paintings are reflective of the things i love: bottles and cups, tables and chairs, dried flowers, windows and of course birds.

inspired by lynne hoppe i have begun a small sketch book to practice in although it has fast become a catch all for pressed flowers and leaves and small clippings i find on my daily walks.
this was the first entry
practicing the hands
as lynne pointed out not too long ago on her blog
TO PAINT IS TO LOVE AGAIN!


Thursday, April 18, 2013

Tristeza

Una semana devastadora para Estados Unidos. Una tragedia tras otra, muy muy doloroso ver las imagenes, mas doloroso preguntarse por que, para que? rabia para quienes lo han permitido o perpetrado.
He estado pegada a la tele. Pr. imero fue el dolor por la Argentina, tantas amigas a quienes adoro por alla. Y casi al mismo tiempo la muerte de un gran companero de curso a los 57. Ahora Aquí, cerquita donde mi papa fue professor de socilologia en Boston. A que hemos llegado, Dios mio?
Asi que una semana de mucha reflexion e introspeccion.
Y dentro de mi metro cuadrado, una que otra criatura que reemplaza a los idos





















Sunday, April 7, 2013

Varios cuadros,una poesia, dos bordados y una foto

sigue el frenesi con mis pinturas y la verdad es que no se si seguirle poniendo empeno o dedicarme a otra cosa. y es que con tanto mixed mediatalento alla afuera le entran a uno las dudas. el problema es que lo paso tan requete bien en el proceso que sigo aunque quedo exhausta despues de cada retrato. Creo que voy a pintar mas naturaleza a muertas porque las caras de verdad son un verdadero parte.
de a poco voy descubriendo las/los artistas que me influencian. En mi proximo post les dare el respeto que merecen.