16 February 2010

Breaking Away

Riding the Rim
oil & acrylic on canvas
12 x 16


This was a holiday weekend, three days off, snuggled into the house warmed against the drear, cold grey & white world out beyond the four walls.

When I stepped into my work area, I didn't follow my usual pattern -- lighting some incense, turning on a classical CD, trying to work my way into a painting, sort of side-winding into the process, tricking the timid mind into thinking it is going to "just play" for awhile.

Nope! This time I slapped some Brazilian jazz into the boom box, grabbed my brushes taped to long sticks (a fun tip from Bob Burridge to loosen up), filled some pots with water and broke out the colors!

This time of year I crave color. I guess we all do -- unless of course one lives in Australia or Hawaii or Rio. With predictions of more snow on the way, this was a time for bold moves -- or else . . .

Working on large canvases -- some of which had half-baked paintings already on them but were dying of boredom -- I scrubbed and slopped and wiped layers and layers of colors, as I rocked and swayed to "Girl from Ipanema" and other sambas.

If I didn't like what I saw in front of me, I wiped and re-dressed the canvas with gesso. I also ate two boxes of gummy bears and swedish fish -- maybe that had something to do with my elevated levels of energy??? Hmmm.....!

So, after about 6 hours (with short dancing breaks and refills of decaf coffee -- after the candy, who needed full-strength?), I ended the day with the painting above. Quieter but definitely RED. It was a painting I had done about 4 years ago, then shelved and forgot about. And the reason was: it truly was not finished. It was half-baked.

I saturated the canvas with colors -- carmine and crimson, vermilion and violet -- with just that dash of bodacious orange on the rim. It had begun as a river painting years ago, trying to capture that moment when the sun has set, the skies are deepening toward twilight but there is still that hush of deep, deep red coloring everything -- the river, the banks of trees and rocks, the sky.

And one knows that one is riding the rim of twilight, resting on the cusp before dipping into night.

The music is quiet now. The gummy bears and swedish fish are at rest, as am I.

My work is done.

Time to light the fire and dream of warm breezes and summer gardens . . .

10 comments:

Poetic Artist said...

I love the red piece.. The colors are wonderful.

Annie said...

I love the idea of dancing breaks to keep work on track!! It's great to read your blog and I've enjoyed seeing some of your other work on line, especially your photos.

La Dolce Vita said...

your riding the rim is stunning!

Kelly M. said...

Thanks so much for your comments -- a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, I guess! LOL -- maybe I'll slip back to my old ways but I hope not. How do you all get through the "winter blahs?" We should share!

neva gagliano said...

SO GLAD YOU'RE WRITING AGAIN...
the "gummy bear" effect seems to have moved into your narrative, as well.
both, appreciated! all red and glowing like a hot day in rio!

neva gagliano said...

SO GLAD YOU'RE WRITING AGAIN...
the "gummy bear" effect seems to have moved into your narrative, as well.
both, appreciated! all red and glowing like a hot day in rio!

layers said...

sounds like you had a great day in the studio-- dancing, gummi bears, and swirling paint around-- ending up with the yummy red painting

Kelly M. said...

I think, by consensus, everyone feels that 1) dancing and 2) gummi bears seem to be the key ingredients to an artist's success -- !???

Neva and Donna -- thanks for stopping by! :-)

Leslie Avon Miller said...

How very fun! What a feast - of colors and art, of music and dance and the food - divine!

Kelly M. said...

Thanks, Leslie -- it was fun -- not sure I can repeat the performance each time -- :-)))