Not nine to five, and how painters escape

 And then we were seven (work in progress)

Acrylic on canvas

8 x 8 inches

Barbara Muir © 2012

A few weeks ago I was sitting in my accountant's office
bemoaning the state of culture in Canada, and he told me
that he's glad he's an accountant.  You hardly think of
that as a glamorous job, but unlike the artist gig, it is
nine to five, or eight to six, except in March and April
when the workload really heats up.  And when the office
day is done, and all the numbers are in place, you can forget it.

Whereas artists work all the time.  They even work when
they're sleeping.  Because as well as being a job, and
let's make it perfectly clear that this crazy, compelling work
is that -- work, it is also an obsession.  You don't wash your
hands at the end of the day, drive home and say,"Hmm.
What's for supper?"  You break for supper, and then you're
back in the studio staring at a painting and talking to
yourself.  It was a revelation to my students that it's
okay to talk to yourself.  Okay?  Go in any artist's studio
and you'll hear if not speech, harrumphs and exclamations,
and ,"oh I know!  I can do this -- yes!  That works!"
Occasionally you might even hear an expletive deleted.

I have been working on a painting that I am quite fond of,
but it is a complex task -- for me.  Today instead of doing
too much to it (it's almost done), and as a relief from
other distractions, like peeling the hard dried-on acrylic off the
plastic containers I mix it on, (a secret diversion -- now
made embarrassingly public) I painted tulips.  The
other day I bought three pots, and today I reveled in
their straightforward beauty and started this small painting.  It's
almost done, and I'm happy so far.  It's very late now,
and I'm taking myself off to bed and my ridiculously
funny book.

I'm glad I'm an artist, and delighted to know you.

Have a  being-glad-that-you're-what-you-are day.

Great to be with my art group and Magnolias in trouble

 

 This place needs you

Acrylic on canvas

14 x 18

Barbara Muir © 2012

People who care about the planet are very worried
about the latest weather upsets.  Magnolias in Toronto
in March are out too early.  Last night we had 7 below
Celsius here, and the flowers on many Magnolias are
brown and ruined before they'll ever get to bloom.
I went to my art group tonight, and the model looked
fierce.  She wasn't, but this whole scene came into my
mind instantly looking at her -- as though she was
worried about the earth too.  I liked the spare angular
quality of her face, much thinner than I made it.
I've been painting all day on a big painting, and
I only had an hour or so, so couldn't go Cubist or
Art Deco on myself like I wanted to.  But it was fun
being with my friends and watching them paint, even
for a precious hour.

Have a taking-care-of-the-planet day.

In the Happy World/in the Sad World -- paint

Tea at the AGO (Work in progress)

Watercolour on Arches watercolour paper

10 x 14 inches

Barbara Muir © 2012

The world is both happy and sad -- inside and outside
our personal worlds.  Spring has been halted for a day
here by freezing cold temperatures, sending us all
back into our winter coats.  That makes me happy.
The light today was over-the-top wonderful.  Let's
hope the apple trees on a farm where one of my
students works don't lose their two-months-early
blossoms to the frost -- or no apples.  Sad is the news,
and stories of disaster from around the world.  In either
case the artist's answer is to paint.  I prefer to paint
happy.  My philosophy being that there's plenty of
sorrow to go around. I don't mean sugary fairyland
happy -- although I'm all for that too.  I just mean the
warmer side of the life spectrum, the happier place to
be on a frosty night.

The painting tonight is a work in progress of tea
at the AGO.  The Art Gallery of Ontario in Toronto
 is our major gallery in the province (one of them,
 because the National Gallery in Ottawa is also impressive).
A friend has given us memberships for the past few
years. The result?  We head  to the member's lounge
the moment we go in the gallery, then happily spend
a couple of hours looking at art, fortified with a very
nice tea, and maybe some delicious egg salad, or
tuna fish sandwiches. You need to be well nourished
to spend the afternoon looking at great art.  Why? 
Fantastic art gets your spirits jumping, and gives
your brain and heart a work out. A sustaining
sandwich in advance is excellent prep. 

Have an-enjoying-painting-happy-or-sad day.

Fast sketches and spring chores

 Roses in a cut glass vase

Black marker on Moleskine paper

6 x 9 inches

Barbara Muir © 2011

(I don't think I showed this to you before,

but if I did I still like it.)

Today was one of those days when life works
the way it should. A perfect sky blue day -- just
a bit chilly, as spring in Toronto is supposed to
be.  The light was magnificent.  I painted, marked,
 painted, marked, gave many books and magazines
 away to a friend's charity.  That would have been
enough, but Steven did the dreaded chore of spraying the
 fruit trees (we only have two) with organic spray
and I operated the tap.  After dinner I made stock
from the left over roast chicken, and we had a
super quick walk through the beautiful starlit night
with the dog.

Working the salesroom

Black marker on Moleskine paper

6 x 9 inches

Barbara Muir © 2011

(These people were working on

selling cars in a showroom.  They

might have succeeded with my

husband, but the senior managers

soured the deal.)

A day to be treasured.  I worked on two paintings,
but I'll show you these quick drawings now, and
have an actual painting to show you tomorrow when
it's finished (just a small watercolour.)

Writing a letter 

Black marker on Moleskine paper

6 x 9 inches

Barbara Muir © 2012

Have an-everything-is-going-right-day.

Why do we marry?

 

 Missing you too

Skype drawing

Charcoal on bond paper

18 x 24 inches

Barbara Muir © 2012

When I talk to therapists like my sister I hear that we marry
our mothers.  If so I wonder why I married this man pictured
above?  Maybe when we first met I fell because he was as beautiful as
my mother used to be when I was a little girl.  And like her he
could bake a delicious cherry pie.  He was scientifically curious like
her too --loved nature, and grew up on a farm which is why
he was right there and unafraid all through both of my children's
births.

But what if women marry people who remind them of their
Dads?  Well Steven could do that too -- talk in a serious,
 voice -- work in business -- get people to work as a team.

Put the research together and you get a picture of people marrying
trying to recreate their original families -- on a subconscious
level of course .  But what if the real reason is that as opposite as
 my guy is to me -- I mean completely opposite to the point of
exasperation sometimes (country music (him) versus soul music (me))
 is that we could create a family that was new -- ourselves.
 And ultimately -- just like they say we begin to look like our dogs,
we don't look alike, but we actually are alike in so many ways. We enjoy
the same happy endings in movies, the same kinds of jokes, agree
politically.  Maybe that's why we marry -- to start over, to find
 someone we can care about whether they fit the paradigms or not.

When students ask me how they'll know when they really love
someone, I say that they will just know.  And how do you know
if someone loves you? The same way -- a wordless, innate knowledge
built on kindness, observation, and tender affection.
But, as I pointed out to an artist friend today, words do help.  I
couldn't live with someone who couldn't say he loved me.
That conversation today prompted this topic. Because I can
remember the radiant look on my friend's husband's face when
he first found her.  And he still looks at her that way years later.

What I do know is that it sure is better for Steven and me
to be together than not. And that I miss him horribly when
 he's away.  That feeling is mutual.  I guess that's why we got
 married, and I'm glad we did.

Have a being married-or-unmarried-happily day.

Missed anniversary plus four years and counting

 

 Woman with her cats

(from the archives)

Acrylic on canvas

36 x 24 inches

Barbara Muir © 2008

Four years ago on February 17 I started this blog.

Tonight I'm including a painting from the archives, and I
don't even think this is the final photo of the
painting -- A woman and her cats. I was painting
this painting in September of that year, 2008.

I loved the richness and pattern on the silk
collar of the subject's blouse.  It was a beauty.

So what have I learned?  Sometimes in life we
think we're going nowhere.  That's what's so
wonderful about the blog world.  You can see
how far you've come, all the things you've learned
and in my case the great excitement that's come into
my life since I began this happy process.  My blog
was born during a hard time in my life, with relatives in
poor health, and my son going to Korea. The blog
and the people who read it became a source of
delight and strength for me.  When I painted this
portrait I had no idea what was going to happen in
the next months, when my blog would be discovered
by Howard Wolinsky, the Chicago journalist, and
subsequently by Oprah.

Steven was saying today, "your thoughts create
your future," one of the key philosophies of
Louise Hay.  And sometimes your future is
created by thoughts other people have that
are beyond your wildest dreams.

Have a thinking-yourself-into-a-joyous-future day.

Green and Happy St. Patrick's Day

 The green teapot

iPad drawing

8 x 10 inches

Barbara Muir © 2012

A friend asked me the other day if I was getting over
my dislike of green.  "Yes," I said.  Then
when I thought about it, I realized that I've
probably always loved green.  Not in clothing
so much, but who would not love the green of
leaves, of my cat's eyes, of grass covering a
hillside, and the cedars and pines giving a white
farmhouse its definition.   Today I saw
green everywhere, including in my house, where
we'd decorated for St. Patrick's Day, one of my
favorite celebrations.

Our friend Luigi Benetton (foreground) 

with left to right, Josephine Pica, me and Steven

Photo by Luigi on Josephine's phone

What's not to like?  Green Veuve Cliquot (a
drop of food coloring) and mini green icing
cupcakes.  We had friends over to drink a
toast, and all of us, including the dog sang
"When Irish eyes are smiling"s over the phone
to my mother, who is a wee part Irish.  Her Irish
descent, and of course it follows mine too, comes
 from French people who immigrated to Ireland to
escape persecution for their religious beliefs.  No idea
beyond that.

Zoey wears a garland and sings

She thinks her cookies taste great

at a party.

I did this little drawing on my iPad to go with
the theme of Green.  That green teapot, is really
a plastic watering can.  But I love the shape.

Fiona and Zoey think it's time the party was over, and Zoey

wants that garland off.  But Fiona has to admit it makes

Zoey look pretty.

Have a loving-of-the-green day.