(former living room)
some sad news this week, and we're trying to hold on to joy. Tonight
we had dinner at our favourite IKEA (I kid you not the salmon is so good)
designer.
Austin Kleon is coming out with a new book soon, and I recommend
reading everything he's written about creativity. The book Keep
Going (see link attached to his name) would be ideal for the present
moment, when the news seems to be more horrific daily. As an artist
painting in my studio I do feel powerless about the famine and murderous
war in Gaza, and now the U.S. Israeli war involving the whole middle
east -- which seems beyond insane. It feels like we've learned nothing.
But as artists we do have a purpose. Mine is to highlight the beauty and
joy and kindness I see. That's pretty simple, and some people would
think simplistic. But that's it. If we are not living in a war zone we
are lucky.
Have a loving your life day!
Have a loving your life day!
I did have a nap today after painting all day -- in this bed. Trying to
stay positive -- the curly part in this drawing fell off this morning.
The bed is a heirloom, probably 100 years old, but it seems like
me reading is too much for it. Now the exciting part of figuring out
how to put it back together. I'm glad I married a carpenter (one among
his many other skills!)
I labeled a piece about the drawing The Art of Exhaustion, and I'm
going to share what I wrote in that post tonight:
"Is the art of exhaustion a real thing? I don't know. I've been painting
all day on and off, and when I stop, I've been lying down or reading --
and sinking into exhaustion.
What I've been working on is not ready to show you. So Please accept a
drawing I quite like of my bed after a nap," (before today's temporary
damage.)
Have a loving your life day.
"Happy Birthday to my father, who died way too young. I found an
old journal of mine talking about his love of photography, and how
he bought himself the best equipment. I passed some of his gear
on to my older son, and to a neighbour who was studying photography
at Metro Toronto University. My father's photography is amazing and
does stand the test of time.
And his art was also wonderful. I only have one painting, which is in our
front bedroom, and every time I look at it, I marvel at his talent, with
no instruction whatsoever. He read books about art, and that was
how he learned. I wish he was here. He was a complicated
man, a harsh disciplinarian in our younger years, and a staunch
supporter of me and my art, and writing when I was starting out."
He would be delighted that I'm having a show with two friends
this April. I hear him encouraging me every time I go and stare
at his beautiful painting of flowers.
Have a loving your family day.