Today TODAY IS SATURDAY. Most people long for the weekends. I don’t know if I would say I wished I did that too. Maybe. But I prefer the days when I work. When I get things done.
What I do in this moment is getting some sunlight and – if I care to listen – enjoy some of the birds singing around me. This is important too.
This morning I looked at some old articles in newspapers about things I’ve done. It is a long time now since anyone wrote about what I do. Seven years to be precise. That was from when Annas and my book was being released.
In the eighties, newspapes wrote ones in a while about artexhibitions that I would have together with my mother, or alone. In the nineties, newspapers wrote about me sailing with my husband at the time. And towards the nineties some was written about my art and exhibitions. And then came year 2000. It was from then and oneward these articles I read this morning were published ...
It is tricky when I do the portraits, because they are not supposed to be seen until they have become official. So in this way it is not so easy to write about me now. Or is it because for the passed nine years I have worked 50% with another job that did not force me to take my art as seriously as it deserved?
Life goes on. Year after year fly by. And you know what? I can get so frustrated when I feel I do not use my time in a wise way.
Now I will pray a little. That, ateast I know is a good way to use my time.
I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO PAINT SOMETHING INTERESTING. Interesting color combinations, composition, motive, structure, size. It nearly drove me crazy trying to think something interesting up! I was frustrated.
Then I got the BEST idea. I would paint myself a painting that I liked. Something for the wall in my own house. Now, that was another story. THAT was easy! Oh, how relieved and how happy I was to come up with that simple idea!
I enjoy painting this man with wings with his dog with wings. It is still not ready. But it is getting there. I am a kind of a happy painter now!
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL, I would sing and sing and sing. Then I begun taking violin lessons and played for many years, but never quite enjoyed it. But as I got a little older, I started taking singing lessons instead. That was SO much fun. I loved every second of it!
When I used to gather with others around a piano to sing, I was always the one to endure for the longest time. For me, there is so much joy in music! (Not so much in listening as in participating). Yes, I would be singing ALL the time. Then ... the singing stoped. (That is another story).
When my man (who is a musician) was a little boy – his mother tells – he would suddenly come in after being out playing with the other children. He would jump up the table with his little harmonica saying he had to come in “because he got such an urge for playing!”. And he would play! That was then. And that was good. That little boy found joy in the music!
My man is a composer, a pianist and percussionist and makes the most beautiful music!
It would have been so good if he and I sung/played together. It would have been heavenly! But we do not. He does not do music for fun. We don’t gather in our house around music for the joy of it. The JOY OF IT...
When I was a little girl I would enjoy sitting drawing. I did it a lot. I do not do that now, although my now 83 years old mother keeps encouraging me to. She does so, because SHE still plays with pens, charcoals lines, colors, paper. Everyday. As much as she can. That is her life. She still finds joy in it like a child.
You know what happened the other day? I got an urge for drawing! Which I ignored. The following morning I did again. (This time I caught a pencil and some paper).
And I realized that I am with my art practice like my man is with his music – I do not do it just for the fun of it. This was a (sad) epiphany!
But I have found so much more joy lately in my painting, for which I am so utterly grateful! I will write more about that one of these days.
Now I know that what I have to do, is reclaiming that playfulness. I must practice PLAYFULNESS along side with my job as a happy painter! Because, it is impossible to JUST and only WORK with art.
I put myself infront of the camera! This is not a thing I would normally do. (I feel brave!) I am talking about a painting I soon will be making.
It's been years since I last said YES to a commission. Not that people ask me every day. No, but it happens. And I have been saying "no". But this time I felt fine about it. It was time. I like the idea of working with a deadline that someone but me, has put on me.
I started as usual, by meeting the person I am to paint and taking a bunch of relaxed pictures of her. Then I played with the pictures in Photoshop, deciding on the composition and on the background for the portrait.
One of the more stressful moments that I used to have when painting portraits, were when I thought I had come a long way, but still did not know how to paint the background. It is so, so important for the picture as a whole! And truth is, (atleast for me) painting a big, solid surface is not as easy as one may believe. Quite the contrary. This time, and last time (about four years ago) I stared instead by painting the background — and then I continued with the rest. It seems like a good strategy. So, dear friend, please wish me luck as I paint this portrait!
My mission is to nourish our souls through art. This is wether it is being my own art or someone else’s.
Now there are numbers of definitions of what art is, you say. I am not going to bother figuring out what everybody else is thinking here, but briefly I will evolve my own understanding and experience of art.
For me art is deeply connected with beauty. But – though it may sound strange – the beauty is not mainly what we see; beauty is about harmony and love! It is a feast for the eyes, offering a sanctuary for our souls in a busy world.
Art is timeless. The experience of art may even, when it reaches its’ peak, connect us with our Creator.
He made a little cirkus in a suitcase... Now, lean back, make your self comfortable and enjoy the beautiful cirkus by Calder for eighteen minutes!
"How nice things you do. I like your expression - as if it was a part of me. It would be nice to meet again. Hugs! ".
A friend wrote me this today after seeing my paintings - and I replied:
"How happy you make me! I wished it was always easy to paint. That I always wanted something. That I always knew what to do! It is a matter of discipline, listening inward, and also of a certain amount of planning, I think. Now I'm in my studio painting again... and I am thinking about a new series of BIG paintings I am to start. What shall I be painting? All I know is how they should feel. Not how they should look. You are welcome here (to Järna) and visit! A hug to you!"
At about the same time, Samuel wrote me after seeing my art on facebook:
"I am liking your page, and so you´ll get that support that I am able to give you through Internet. Also, I´ld like to add that you are brilliantly good".
And I answered him almost with the same words that I had answered my friend a little earlier. Samuel wrote me back:
And exactly, so is it! Like Samuel says.
So we all know by now that a real artist shouldn’t wait for inspiration. A real artist shows up. She goes to her studio and she paints wether Inspiration is there or not.
But I must admit that I have really, really been longing for some sort of flow in my painting. I believe that every artist should do her investigations as what makes the painting flow.
Maybe one should think of ideas and collect ideas in daily life when one is out of the studio? Maybe one HAVE TO become close friend with the habit of using a sketchbook? When ideas starts coming they usually bring more ideas along with them!
Yes, I will go home and do some playful sketching after finishing up my cup of tea!
Just want to say that today was an uplifting painting day with progress! I love those days of painting when I leave my studio with a strong desire of getting back soon!
I just looked at the fb-page of a fellow artist. She and I were both in the same online art-course a couple of years ago. I got the shiver and tears in my eyes, by seeing how well she was doing in her art practice.
Compared with her I felt I was still playing in the sandpit.
I wish I would take myself and my art practice seriously. I wished I could, with a sober mind and wide open eyes, see where I am at; what to do, and what steps to take next. I wished I would neither diminish nor exalt myself.
I want to be true and do the best out of what I am.
I wonder what is just a matter of mindset - that may be altered – and what is our personal uniqueness; the ones WHO-WE-ARE. Is it possible for me to take myself serious and ever do anything for real (or is it written in my DNA, deep down in my bones, that I never could)?
My mother LOVES painting and creating and assumes I do too.Often when I am in my studio and we talk on the phone she asks – with a great expectation in her voice, if I am “having fun”. Too often I have not been able to give her the answer she wants.
The autumn of last year, and the winter this far, has not been very good for my painting. It has only been the last three times I’ve been in my studio that has really worked. But now... now it is good again! Yesterday, as I finally got started, I wished to paint more and more. That is a good sign!
What I have been missing is a theme and some concrete idea of that to do. A year ago the theme was Leona and Mark... along with a few pitchers.
I intended to paint from a photo I saw of Charlie Chaplin. In the picture I was drawn to his narrow shoulders. But as I started painting It l didn’t make room enough for them to show. The photo was taken from straight ahead and the light was even all over his face. So but for those narrow shoulders there really wasn’t much in this picture. But I kept struggling with it nevertheless. The other day I overpainted it with a black lasur – and things started happening! My man loved it but disliked the pattern of yellow curls I had painted behind him. I was thinking about what he said and the next day I mixed a reddish purple in a jar and applied to the packground making a sharp contrast to the figure. And I was making sure the edges of the purple areas were sharp. The result surprised me. It looked like nothing I had done before. If I liked it or no was too early to say. But making it made me feel content. The next day I started scething a picture of my grand mothers sister Ingeborg. My intention for it is to be in the same style. It will get an orangeish-yellow background inspired by a gorgeous portrait I saw by Picasso of his wife Olga.
I hereby add a rule for the work in my studio. This is rule no3. Always work in series! Work on a number of paintings simultaneously! I did that a year ago, when it went well and when it was fun to paint. And I have not done that after summer. When it did not go well at all.
It is fun to paint again!
iI will tell you a little what is in my heart if you would like to take a peek inside. I am thinking business. B U S I N E S S .
There are many coaches out there who calls for my attention these days. They all want to help me making my business bloom, they say. They are the Experts. And yes, I do want to make my business thrive. I do not want to be dependent on that extra job I have any more. I believe I do already have quite some knowledge of how to do. Atleast to start with. And I also know that there is much knowledge I lack when it comes to the actual moneymaking. I am just not interrested enough in the money itself, I guess.
But I have a hard time believing that any one of those coaches really could help me. Because I believe I would be standing there between her and my own wellbeing waving with my arms, shouting and preventing myself from reaching everything I could. From reaching all that good that is awaiting for me — and for my tribe, right around the corner. I can picture myself how I would be standing there nagging over and over, as the poor coach and the poor me would be trying to get some work done, "I am not passionate enough to do this!", or "I just lack the energy to do it". "I am too tired". Or (and this is the saddest thing) I would probably be standing there shouting; "I am not worth it..." And the poor coach would eventually just give in, face the impossible situation, and run off.
Yet I know in my heart of hearts that I DO HAVE SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE with to this world. And really, really I wish I could do it more than I do. And honestly, I wish that I could earn my living on it. And to earn a better living that I have today. But the truth is also that I do feel very tired. I am tired in my soul... And yet I know that if I did reach out to get connected, that would give me motivation and energy.
How strange doesn't that sound?
...to make things I wish to look at. As I sit here at the table with my cup of Robios, I enjoy the company of my painting. It is not ready, but the dark lasur I've put on in some places is definitely taking it in the right direction. I deeply disliked it before today. But some friends that saw it on Instagram gave me kind (undeserved) feedback wich trigged me to keep painting. I wanted to do it good for them.
I am having a paus. And a cup of tea. My paintings are right here in front of me. Keeping me company. Whispering small hints to me, revealing what to do. And... sooner or later I will get there!
Today I put a new color on top of an area I had painted previously. And the painting became beautiful! At the moment this is the painting that I like the best of the ones I've painted here. And I am playing casually with a few other boards.
Color has always been a mystery and a desire of mine. I feel I am more and more learning how to conquer them; those interresting combinations. What I do is - I look at pictures that inspire my color-fantasy. I get impulses this way - and it works really well.
But they are all in war with one another.
My task is to make pease between them.
Something has to dramatically change here! But what and how?And, when it is ready it should look simpel. It should look like "of course"!