Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Number 6 is done, and for some reason I am having trouble getting a layout here of print with my photo, but I'll keep typing anyways.  Oop, there I think I fixed it.  SO, here is a very little painting that was meant to take a few hours to conquer, 5 x 7, really small, falls into that "cute" category.  My reference is a photo I took not long after we moved to this house, some lovely Camellia in a vase my daughter bought me, set up in our dining room, my favourite room in the house.  I was sure this one would just flow and be done fast, boom boom, DONE!  Nope.  I can still figure out a way to make a tiny canvas challenge me, not my plan at all.  

The feedback on these daily posts is interesting.  I need to say again, these are studies.  They do not reflect a complete work of my style (whatever that is), they are the beginning of my works, but not what I consider a complete painting.  Although, I do plan on leaving them alone as part of the exercise, let them stand on their own for what they are.  I have always been fascinated by plein air painters who complete their work on sight.  I LOVE to see work that is direct and appears to be quickly painted without ever looking laboured.  I remember years ago while on this painting journey, almost drooling over oil paintings that said they were painted by an artist who knew exactly where to put the brush, a feeling of freshness and confidence, no toiling or fussing, pure perfection in a loose and painterly way.  I am striving to achieve that still in these daily works. It's a continual form of painting that I wish to achieve, and it's work and play at the same time, always.

Does this mean I am stepping out of my own style?  I wonder that.  No, the ones that are studio works that take weeks are layered, no way they could turn out to appear like they were done in a few easy steps.  But I don't think I must remain only painting those in order to show who I am.  I often ponder this idea of an artist's own style.  In the beginning, I think it was my style that I wanted to get rid of.  I had to learn from good artists so I could stop painting like me, yuck.  This isn't to say my painting didn't need some educated learning of technique and use of the products, it sure did.  But I do remember feeling pressured to paint like the teachers who's work I admired, and really not believing I had a style at all.  I believed style was part of the education package.

Today I see style as something we are born with.  Like our own signature and DNA, we are different from each other no matter how hard we try to emulate others.  I recognize music artist's work by their own unique style often without being told who is playing, same with art, I recognize artists styles in their work.  Yes, some evolve into trying other things, but their style still belongs to them because they are the ones holding the brush.  We can like the change some artists evolve into, or not like it, that just comes down to personal taste.  But let's all hope that we paint spontaneously from our own soul's no matter what, that's the most important thing of all.

Oh brother, a whole one fifth of the way there, eh, Jean...... I think I better pick a bigger canvas, these little ones are too hard to see....onto number 7.....

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