After I had breakfast and got dressed I had to go to the shopping centre to pick up a gift for my sister in law's fortieth birthday tomorrow. The place was packed and I just meandered around for about three hours looking at what was in the shops.
Not that I want anything from there. Not even clothes. There is so much stuff for sale that I really cannot get my head around it. Stuff, stuff, stuff and crap that fills peoples homes and creates landfill.
When I got home I decided to clean the studio out.
In winter I don't go out to the studio much. I am not very creative in the colder months. Sometimes I just keep my basic drawing gear in the house and do things there.Recently I started a painting which is still not finished. But I expect to finish it next weekend as I want to start on two big ones.
I took all the books down from the shelf, cleaned everything and rearranged my gear. The books in my studio are my favorites and I love them very much. It was hard to resist the urge to open a few of them.
The studio is microcosm of my mind. All the things that mean something deeply personal are in this small building. Things that have nothing to do with anyone but me. When I come in here I feel very relaxed and kind of regress a bit back to when I was just belonged to me and nobody else.
The painting I am working on is called Three Brain Cells and is already destined to a new home. I am swapping it with a painting that a friend has done. He is currently exhibiting his work and when he saw this one he asked if I wanted to swap it for one of his. Which is kind of nice and apparently the thing done between artists so I was very chuffed.
There is still more to do on it so maybe he won't like it when it is finished. I don't mind because I don't paint for anyone but myself.Soon I am starting on a series of wire collages and have drawn up a few designs I plan on working around. Sometimes a design is pointless because of the engineering aspect but I don't let that stop me. I figure you have to start somewhere.
Today there was less of a chill in the air and the sun was giving some welcome warmth. I felt that restless urge to do something different so I suppose that is what spurred me on to get out and clean the studio top to toe.
Now it is about 6pm and I have not a clue what to do for dinner. I don't even have anything much in the house. So I expect to nip down to the supermarket and grab something to cook.
Some days I feel really at ease. I feel like I have achieved something.
This was one of those days.
Ciao
LC
I would ask where the inspiration for the painting came from, but like writing, I know it is hard to define.
ReplyDeleteWow, I am so jealous of your studio. It is wonderful! And the painting is amazing, I did not know that you are an artist. Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteRJ: There is an inspiration behind it. Ties in with eternal hope and some other things.
ReplyDeleteHarriet: A wishful thinking artist I would say. I am, however, at the point where I don't mind if someone likes or dislikes what I do.
Having said that, I do like it when I get a positive reaction to a painting.
Studio is heavenly. I really love it. Everyone needs a room of their own - which I think Virginia Woolf said once.
That painting is really cool. As is your studio.
ReplyDeleteI love sleeping in on weekends. It is the best thing--NOT having to get up and go when you have had to do so all week.
Next time I try to think of something difficult I will imagine those three brain cells!
Struggling Topiary: Just one sleep in a week is all I need to charge the batteries.
ReplyDeleteThree brain cells are all you need for a burst of inspiration to do anything.
I read somewhere that it only takes 10 bacteria, say, on your improperly-washed hands, to make you ill.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to know I only need the three, since that may be approaching the number I have left!
Struggling Topiary: What a thought. Only 10 bacteria. They would have to be bad ones though. Not just the run of the mill grubby sort.
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