The Fine Art Blog of Daz and Holly

Yea! I got my studio time at the Art Alliance (Redbank NJ) today! and tomorrow I’ll submit some paintings for the new exhibit with the concept of ‘fauna’,  which is totally what I paint!

I was hoping my new oil paintings would be dry enough but I just couldn’t resist that last layer of color arrgh but no mind, as Bob Ross says "we don’t make mistakes, we have happy accidents" – Bob Ross rules!♥

I got a new plant today, well three herbs in a pot, I love mint! I also got a crystal pyramid from the New Age Center store nearby to the Art Alliance! Here’s one of the paintings I’ll enter tomorrow, I went crazy on the frame with gold leaf flakes and glitter haha! The concept is to have the owner of the painting put something in the frame so the horse is looking at it, like a feather or a photograph, I wonder if anyone will think to do that? Imagine how much of a focal point something red or pink would be with all that gold and green around it…

The other one i put a little pic of in the sidebar cos i will work on it some more tonight and photograph it tomorrow!

I’m really excited about having some studio space, it’s been a long time since I shared an area with other artists, but i remember how that creative energy inspires me. here’s an old poem about an art building i wrote (actually i scratched it with a metal stylus on a found sheet of lexan and made monoprints with florescent tempera paint added as the inked sheet of lexan went through the press!)

The Art Building

the art building at night

is a glorious sight

full of mayhem and wonton destruction

the building at day

is a dismal display

of a brain without form or function 

the quality of line

aint seen all the time

when the hangovers shadow

the lecture, but the time

when the mind is churning sublime

some ART is produced,

YEAH, YOU BETCHER 

(thanx to Carrie, a fun, dedicated artist…)

Amongst the ferns 

amongst the ferns -

shaded deep within

the redwoods power

and timelessness

the sunbeams kiss your tinted skin

and the gentle air

breathes a new caress

rabbit quiet and squirrel still

we twitch and smile

and breathe and glow

tho’ we’ll be gone ‘for winter’s chill

this spot will remain,

too warm for any snow

♥

It was totally warm today, almost 70 degrees here on the east coast!

Just a note for you SecondLife historians and fans of the tiny avatars, Wynx Whiplash was an art student at that art building at the time I wrote that poem!

I have a ritual of getting all my oil paints ready, a separate container,mason jars mostly, for each pure color mixed with various drying mediums, Japan drier, pale drying oil, cobalt drier, drying linseed oil etc. For the past week I have been consciously painting this new batch in my head, like a professional athlete does to get that total focus, as I rearranged my apartment to make maximum use of the space and allowing my subconscious to randomly remember all the things I want to include in this cycle. We now know that memories aren’t stored in any one part of the brain, in fact, memories might actually exist outside of this physical universe which makes sense when people remember near death experiences (as if the brain is no longer sending signals between neurons – clinical brain death – memories aren’t being recorded right?).

All I know for sure is that it helps in a creative sense to let those memories float in like balloons to the beach. My three part ritual of magically maximized oil painting consists of getting my apartment clean and organized (learned from Revo-Gruv!), getting my paints and supplies organized (thank you Bob Ross!), and getting my mind organized and ready (thanks to meditation/observing nature, art books, inspirational things like you guys write (aka renemberences -yes I spelled that correctly!), and a mental list of techniques and motifs I want to work with.) I was inspired to paint a raven (and will do so soon!) after reading Mrs.Chili’s cool blog post and later found this sketch I don’t remember doing sometime last year! The Keansburg NJ, beach caterpillars are doing fine and like fellow art blogger Gypsy Heart writes about in her latest blog post, life is a magical thing.

A fish cannot drown in water

A fish cannot drown in water,
A bird does not fall in air.
In the fire of creation,
God doesn’t vanish:
The fire brightens.
Each creature God made
must live in its own true nature;
How could I resist my nature,
That lives for oneness with God?

Mechthild of Magdeburg (1207 – 1297)

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/M/MechthildofM/Afishcannotd.htm

and here’s Youdle for Youdle fans.