A serious woman
(Art group Sketch)
(Art group Sketch)
Acrylic on canvas
16 x 20 inches
Barbara Muir © 2012
Making art is a lonely profession. True if you're a portrait
painter, people do sit for you. But most of the time when
painters are deep into producing, they are alone -- a solitude
we crave because it's just us and the colour. I like a bit of
background sound some of the time -- sometimes I run
a movie I've already seen, and just listen, or let TED talks,
or our wonderful CBC national radio shows enlighten me,
and make me laugh, or get sad. But a week ago when I had
a wonderful girl working for me who does not know me well,
I realized that I also talk to myself!
Well I know we've got to, and I knew that I did encourage
myself, but what I didn't realize is that when I'm pushed to
the max the conversation can be fairly constant between
me, myself and I. Good that we're so close.
So my point is that it's important for me, and for all artists
to get out. Out of the studio, out of our own heads, out of
the house, right out. Out, out, out. Travel is good, but after
locking ourselves in a room, or working over a canvas,
or drawing for too long, we appreciate the smallest pleasures.
Our own neighbourhoods are a surprising feast of colour, light
Even a trip to the supermarket three blocks away does the trick.
In fact office workers, stopping by to get the evening's supper
rations, at the end of a day in a tower somewhere
filling in forms, and catering to the boss's requests give us an
odd look as we delight in the colour of red peppers, and
ask the fish counter fellow about his school work.
We are odd. So going to art group is an incredible treat -- because
so is everyone else. Even though all of the artists come at things
from many different beliefs and styles, we share the same
dilemma, being out of step with those who don't love paint,
and form, light and dark and capturing and creating images.
Today I got out three times. I visited the women in the
neighbourhood who meet for coffee, and had a lovely time.
I stopped by my incredible local shoemaker Mike, who brought
my favorite boots back to life, as he has three years in a row,
and I went to my art group tonight, and enjoyed everyone's company.
The model was gorgeous, and demanding. She kept ordering
us back to work -- quite an accomplishment sitting regally as
she was when back in pose, completely naked. I had a lot of
fun painting her.
Have a letting-yourself-get-out day.