November Thankfulness

I was traveling to Chicago yesterday to visit my daughter and my grandson.  As I was waiting to be picked up by my son-in-law, I was watching people.  It’s fun to people watch.  There certainly are a bunch of different kinds of people.  Tall, short, thin, fat, in between.  Happy, sad, depressed, irritated, and even angry travelers were seen.  The one thing that stuck out though, was how everyone was in such a hurry!  Where are we all going in such a hurry?  I mean ultimately, will it really matter tomorrow?

It’s November!  Halfway through actually.  The year is almost over.  What happened to all the time in the year?  I know we’re all supposed to have the same amount of it, if we are still breathing, that is, but I think I was shorted a few weeks!  In truth, I think I wasted those weeks, spread out over the entire year.   But we will consider that later.

We associate November as a month of thanks, which is a good thing.  I think most of us humans forget to be thankful most of the time.  I know I do!  I am going to touch on that subject, in relation to art.

This may read like a Hallmark card, and if it is too sappy, you can be thankful that it isn’t longer than one page!

I sometimes wonder how many people notice the colors of the day?  It can be bright blue, with bright sunlight that casts shadows.  The landscape by me has turned to browns, cream, dust, grey, and ochre (goldish). I love when the sky is dark with rich deep greys and various shades of it.  I find it intriguing to see where the darkest shades are located in a cluster of clouds.  Have you ever noticed the shapes of the trees without leaves?  I love seeing contorted weird shaped trees and see all the bending limbs.  There is something so beautiful about the shapes and colors of trees! The different bark and textures.

Do you ever notice the way the wind blows a flag?  The rippling of the fabric reminds me of water. It’s so relaxing!  I really like seeing the wind move things around. I especially like watching clothes blow on the clothesline.  I don’t think it gets much simpler than that, but it is a gift.  I love windy days. (yes, even when it is -10 or 15.  How about the absolute beauty of frosted windows?  Do you examine the intricacies of the shapes the ice has made on the window?  Most people can’t wait until Summer again, but I, for one, relish all the subdued tones of the season.

How about the sounds?  No mowers, no leaf blowers or speeding, revved up trucks.  Most birds are gone here in Minnesota, so I hear less sounds in nature.  There is so much inspiration all around me though,  I sometimes am overcome by the fact that there is not enough time to do all the art I want to create.  And that brings me back to the time I lost in 2018.  Starting an art piece is the most frightening in my process.  How shall I start?  What if it doesn’t turn out?  I manage to waste time worrying, instead of starting. Like anything else in our lives, if we just take one step forward, we are that much closer to the next step.  Sounds corny, I know, but it is the truth, like it or not.  I think it best to just forget about the time I did waste! I think I will relish on what I DID get done, and how I have plenty to consider for 2019.

Look at some of the simple things in your world, and really notice.  I played with my grandson, Caleb all week long.  I had to force myself to sit at his level and examine pinecones, and tiles, and sticks, and dryer fuzz.  It is little.  So little, and yet, each item in its own right, is interesting.  What can I do with dryer fuzz?  I don’t know, but I might come up with an answer!  Stay tuned.

Thanks for reading!

Why do I make art?

I personally believe all of us are creative in some way.  The definition of creative is- relating to or involving the imagination or original ideas.  All of us are creative.  It might not be in the usual forms, of say, painting, singing, dancing, writing, photography, knitting, crocheting, cooking, making furniture, or sewing, but maybe a person who is great with numbers has a very creative way to find answers to problems.

What I am saying is, we all possess talents and gifts.  It’s just that some are more obvious than others.  It drives me crazy when students say to me that they don’t have any talent.  When they say they can’t even draw a stick figure, my general comment is, “well, that’s good because we aren’t doing stick figures today!”  Adults have this natural willingness to dismiss their talents because they rate themselves even before trying.  We all do it.

I love watching kids in the classroom when given the chance to be creative.  They don’t need to be told how to be creative.  Give them a piece of paper and a crayon and watch them go. Kids have no inhibitions.  They don’t even know they are being creative.  They are not worried about accuracy or shading, or depth perception, or is something the right color.  It just comes naturally.  If it is in us when we are young, it must still be in us now, as adults.  It’s just that we have managed to push it so far down inside of us, that we forgot it was ever in us.

I think we are all making art in some way or another.  But, Pam, answer the question!  Stop rambling.  “Why do YOU make art?”

I make art because it makes me feel good.  Perhaps I can best explain myself by saying this.  When I have not been in the studio making art, I get uptight, irritated and am generally a crabby person.  I feel out of kilter.  I have a yearning to be creative.  I need to. If it goes on for more than a week for some reason, I have a gnawing in me.  Often, my husband will say, “get in your studio, and make art.”  Artists often say they get lost in the work, and hours can go by without them noticing.  It’s true.  I still think of being an artist as a luxury.  It’s not luxurious making art, but it is such a gift to be able to do what fills my soul and makes me feel whole.  I have an extremely supportive husband and he wants me to focus on my art life.

I sometimes wonder if art is important in the scheme of life. Is it just frivolous?  Does it really matter?  (I may be getting too heady.)  I make art simply because I get such satisfaction out of it and it makes me feel fulfilled.  When I think of how many people are doing jobs that they don’t like, I feel a bit guilty that I get to do what I want to do.  Of course, there is the bonus of selling my art.  That always gives me a reason to keep doing it.  I am thrilled when people are moved by my art.  They might not know the reason I did a painting, but the fact that I moved them emotionally is very rewarding.  An instructor once said, “Your job is to make art and cause a reaction.  It doesn’t matter if people love it, hate it, or are indifferent to it.  Your only concern is to create from inside yourself and let the rest happen.  You cannot control that.”

I agree with that because you cannot please everyone, so why not please yourself and create from your heart, not what you think people want.  It has almost never worked for me. When I am more concerned about what I think people will like than what I want to create, I usually fail.  I am not happy and the work usually doesn’t sell.  I am not an egocentric maniac, but I know for sure that if I create from my heart, it just works!

I have done landscapes and waterscapes for several years.  Whether I am working in watercolor, mosaic, or fabric, I have always used this topic. It is a relatively easy subject matter for me by now, and I am getting an “itch” to move on to another subject.  I have begun working on people studies.  Not portraits, but activities that people do.  Reading a paper, dancing, etc.  If you continue to visit my website, you will begin to see new subject matter.  I will not leave landscapes or waterscapes completely, but they will take a back seat soon.

Hopefully, I have not bored you to death and I have said something that you can agree or disagree with.  If that is so, reply to this blog.  I will look forward to reading what others think about my question.  Why do you make art?