I have been working through some creative issues this last month. I have made some much-needed decisions and am forging ahead on a work that has been a bit more than I thought. This year has brought new challenges and created new obstacles for me. I am gradually learning to let go of the things I hate to do and find someone who is alternately good at and enjoys doing the thing. These are good life lessons that are slow for the person who thinks that you have to do and control everything :-). Now if I could only find someone to take over the house cleaning bit and that I could afford, I would be in business ;-). Some things will remain the same.
As for the coming year. I have my first solo show at Tipping Paint Gallery in March on First Friday. I am debating two titles – Portal Stories or Reflections on Through. or maybe even Looking Through You –just thought of that one. I have entered this new phase. I want to take what I know is real and make it something more. I have added people to my work. They are still a challenge for me. I have always painted architecture and trees – People are a so organic ;-). My husband teases me that I have a proclivity to make my people have huge cheeks. I have no idea what he is talking about :-). I have made up people faces since I was middle school using the oval division model – I drew so many pictures of John Taylor from Duran Duran I could paste them for wallpaper. I will have to post one for fun – look how far I’ve come Mom! Anyway, I am going in this surrealistic direction. As is the case with most of my work, I spend a couple of years and hangings working out a work. My piece entitled “Petulance and Peeve in a Cardinal Game” was originally conceived as painted face children in clown-like dance costumes. I hung it first as I finished it selectively realistic. I am planning to hang it again with added dance skirt, face paint and emphasis on the portal under the tree. I still think I see the Pit of Sarlac but in my parent’s pasture. The girls play there all the time. I did too when I was young. I will have to see where it takes me from there.
I also have in mind another family piece focussing on my Papa Medlin and his sisters. How I loved that man! He taught me all kinds of mischief and fun. I play a mean hand of rook and rummy because of him – he taught me when I was very young, around six, when we would go to the Lake Myra country store. He would play with his friends, and I would play outside on the old millstone, eat push-ups and drink a small coke in a glass bottle .Then I would bug him to teach me how to play. He did. The reference picture is from a wedding (I think my Uncle Kent’s) in ’69. The ladies all look like southern ladies in their simple cut plain print dresses and just fantastic over the top hats with nets. It is just magnificent! My Aunt Florence in particular just exudes self-confidence. And then there was my Papa looking like a catbird in the middle. Ha! Love that man :-).
As we enter the new year, may you all find what you were seeking or at least get closer and always keep an open eye and ear for the things going on around you. Surprises are found everywhere and you just need to be open to them. Some good, some bad, all enriching. Happy New Year!