Monday, 16 November 2015

Just Watch Me

I mentioned in my blog post that I had got rejected to a juried art show.  Now normally I would have been upset but would have moved on.  This time I didn't recover.  I had so much self doubt as an artist.

Maybe it would have been okay if  everyone who saw the painting hadn't  said they loved it.  Okay maybe they lied but even my husband said this is really good and he never says that.  A close friend said I had upped my game.

After the rejection.I kept bumping into friends who asked how come I hadn't entered the show this year and I had to confess that well, I was rejected.  Then I was at an art lecture where everyone in the audience that I knew,  was accepted into the show but me.

At this time I signed up for a marketing course. I couldn't even participate in it because I thought what's the point?

Well the pity party is over.  I don't want to feel like that anymore. That judge who ever they are, has no more permission to control my life.  Even if I never get into another show again I still want to feel the joy, and passion I have making my art. Acrylic painting #5

We just had a new Prime Minster elected in Canada.  His father, the honourable Pierre Elliott Trudeau when questioned how far he was going to go to fight terrorists said "just watch me"  Now I am not saying my art career is equal to fighting bad guys but for anyone who has ever felt down, who was rejected, who needs a power motto, put down your brush, stand up take a breath. Think how far you want to go and say with me:

"Just Watch Me"

Sunday, 15 November 2015

Max the Happy Ogre

The weather sucks, I got rejected from a show, and have I mentioned that all of my old dental fillings have decided to fall out at once.  I am working on a project that is so depressing that I don't even want to talk about it.

In other words I was feeling down really down.  How low, well lower than Marvin.

Life Don't Talk to Me About it

I needed a break from the unmentionable project.  I searched my whole house for something to paint that would be happy.  And there it was.  Somehow saved from my endless bouts of decluttering was this little stuffed creature.  You would have to be an ogre not to smile at it and for all I know it might have been an ogre.

I quickly sketched some optional poses, picked one and did a value sketch 

I sketched on my canvas and then did an initial painting in 3 values - black, white and grey. The fun begins with the colour.  

Max the Happy Ogre

 Et voila - Max the Happy Ogre painted in Acrylic.  I am giving this as a gift to a brand new baby named Max.  Babies are good things.  They make me smile as did working on this painting.  There will be other shows and the sun will come out eventually and I feel better. Hope Max makes you smile too.

Lets not talk about the dentist.

Friday, 13 November 2015

Pray for Paris

When you have kids you worry.  You worry about childhood diseases, bullies, will they ever learn to read. You worry if they will finish school, will they get a job.

When you have kids you worry. A lot.

I just never conceived of mad men storming a theatre and hunting  them. My kids are safe but a 100 families will get the news that they don't have to worry about their children anymore, instead they will have to bury them.

My daughter asked me why people hate so much and I couldn't even fake a comforting answer.  I just don't understand.

Remember Paris
I Remember

So it is late and I am in my studio where all the my  familiar belongings comfort me and the only things I have to think about are values and colours and  composition.
I worked on this painting that I had put aside.  It is for veterans  but it doesn't really matter does it?

There is just to much to remember.

Je me souviens - I remember.

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Today we remember

Today is remembrance day, today we honour our soldiers and today we honour our dead.  I know  I wouldn't be alive if these soldiers hadn't gone overseas and freed my mother.  I am grateful

Poppies are not sold but you give a donation and the poppy is given to you.  We all wear our poppies especially this year after some unarmed soldiers were gunned down in Ottawa and in Quebec.

At our local grocery store
I like to make a painting every year. Call it my contribution to this day. This soldier fought and also lost his son in Afghanistan.

Lets all take one moment to honour them all.

It is 100 hundred year anniversary of the poem in Flanders field.  

Saturday, 31 October 2015

Nightmare in the City

Happy Halloween everybody. Goblins, witches and warlocks don't frighten me.  I am more afraid of hairdressers and snooty waiters, but my biggest fear is walking across an empty parking lot at night.

S. Charto
The last car in the parking lot
Now that is scary.

Friday, 30 October 2015


There was a time when  we couldn't leave the house without Ernie and it was unthinkable not to have him tucked beneath the covers at bedtime. But that was a long time ago and poor Ernie was abandoned along with a myriad of other toys.

He sits in the corner staring reproachfully at me, his loyalty forgotten.


Come Ernie we'll sit together and read a bedtime story, just you and me. 

You pick the story.

Friday, 23 October 2015

Night #2

They say you have to make 500 bad paintings before you really get familiar with a subject here is bad painting no. 2.

498 left to go.