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090611 Deep Blue

14″ x 18 ” acrylic, modeling paste and gold leaf on canvas

Small painting, long story.  It was one of two paintings I dreamed of, in the wee hours of the morning the day after I have been to the Hearst Castle . The indoor pool of the castle, the dark azure blue, that got darker in deeper areas, was a dream itself. There were so many different shades of blue that I was hoping my camera would capture a few of them accurately so I could use it as a reference – and it came out as I saw it!

I used gold leaf in other painting before and in this one it just made so much more sense. The tiles you would walk over next to the indoor pool of the Castle were covered with gold – gold framed by deep azure blue – a dream – just thinking about it makes me happy. The color combination just works so well for me and resonates at the core with what I like. I dreamed of paintings before but this time it matches what I saw in the dream almost entirely. Maybe, because it is so small, only 14″ x 18″ ( in fact it is the smallest I have ever done ), prevented me from going astray, something that usually would happen if I work longer on a painting than the impression, it generated from, is able to have an effect on me.

Change IS a proof of the liveliness of things – this applies to me as a person as it does to the process I have my hands on. One could say that the products of your Self are  alive for the time they are created or occupy your mind – I don’t know if they could stop being alive at one point then. For example, even the paintings I overpainted are still on my mind at times. Maybe there is simply no end to things? Okay, this last paragraph is most likely to be edited in the future – the bridge isn’t holding yet. What are your thoughts on change?

I start treating blog posts like my paintings, I discovered ( the befriending of the “edit” word and the freedom that comes with it . Another interesting note is that I re-wrote the second half of this post and ended up somewhere completely different  – oh beauty of change ).

Take a moment and embrace!

Have a fantastic night!


In Progress – meeting with the Alp and a dream in latex

So this week the Alp was sitting on my chest. What finally helped me finding hope again was an Interview with the Australian artist Hazel Dooney. I didn’t know what I needed to hear or what needed to happen until I heard someone else talking about it. I needed to hear that I am not alone with patches of frustration and being fed up with everything and that it is not a big deal.

Once I figured what was going on I was able to relax into it. It is not really about the art or whatever. It is just the blind spot, the chaotic juice in everyone of us. It is the motor of change. The unpredictable – I don’t want to miss it. What I don’t want is to attach it to anything specific in my life. The Alp likes to clinch to any surface that grips because this is the way it works. The mind endlessly tries to make sense of the world and works in an associative way it tries to rely – non stop – whatever comes to mind, any area that occupies your mind, gets amplified. In this incident the art work was the victim. Never mind.

What came out beautifully from all this is a piece that totally gets me and I wanna do tons of it ( at least this is how it feels at the moment). It is a layer of Latex applied onto a modeled surface on canvas. The ground was a painting I started last year and overpainted several times till I finally created a highly structured surface with sharp edges – all very rough but authentic in the moment. It was leaning against the wall for almost a year and I used to call it the “left over” painting. My friend wanted to convince me to lend it to her because she loved it but something made me hesitate. On Thursday night, at the peak of my frustration, I suddenly had an inspiration. Interestinlgy I didn’t see the painting in my mind as I used to but felt it instead. I felt the skin-like rubber running over a sharp and rocky surface,smoothening it out, covering it up and the indulgence about it. Totally cool.

In Progress – glowing lights, back pain and Björk

I had to take a short brake from painting for two days due to a sudden back pain that wouldn’t allow me to raise my arm or the paint brush in my hand. So I pretty much spend those two days looking at my paintings and finishing them in my mind what is fine with me too.

Yesterday, I did an emergency appointment with my Thai masseuse and after she walked my back and legs, teared at my head and spend over half an hour at my neck ( she knocked on the wooden subdivisions of the Thai massage place to illustrate how tight my back was! )  I finally was able to move my head and arms again though accompanied with some pain – still. I picked up the brush the same night and worked for a while at the big painting that is almost finished and gave the green lights of the freeway in this painting another layer. I am very excited about this one. It is so much fun. I love the glowing lights -  this reminds me of the song Heirloom. I was so fortunate to meet another Björk fan in The Distillery during the Venice Art Walk this weekend and we were talking about those “glowing lights” in particular.

This is an extract of the lyrics of Heirloom:

I have a recurrent dream
Everytime I loose my voice
I swallow little glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me

And during the night
They do a trapeze walk
Until they’re in the sky
Right above my bed

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