Standing there, with the long blonde “dog ears” that earned the nickname of “Buffy” (70‘s T.V., Family Affair) from my grandmother. I knew today was the day I had waited four long years to arrive.
At five , the desire to form shapes and apply color was already deep within. My older sister brought home instructions to enter the school’s poster contest. Much to my disappointment one had to be in fourth grade to enter. ( I could get on my soap box here. But I digress.)
I processed ideas over and over again. I knew exactly what that future poster would be. Now all I had to do was wait four years. Four long years…..and then finally it was time to create my masterpiece.
I can’t take credit for this “stirring” that usually results in the form of my paintings. I’m not always sure if it is a gift or a curse. But I do know it was something that was born the same day I emerged from my mother’s womb….possibly earlier. (The smell of a new box of Crayola can still cause the creative juices to stir.)
My poster won first place in the fourth grade and first place in all the fourth and fifth grades. My first validation….! WOW! (My patience paid off in childhood and I hope that same patience will pay off in adulthood.)
Denial was not even an option. (Been there, done that.) Denial just resulted in misery. So I have concluded, that my paintings are here and present, desirable or not. My paintings are here and present, whether they deck the halls of strangers or entertain each other along with the dust bunnies under my bed.
My paintings reflect daily life in its chaotic setting. I capture memories of everyday life. Sometimes life is beautiful, sweet and kind; sometimes life is even ugly.
My style is a marriage of impressionism and realism with the added flavor of emotion. The impasto paint is usually laid with a palette knife or with a thick brush stroke. Color is brings drama and vibrancy to all my paintings. Color sometimes takes over my brush.
Van Gogh has long been an artistic mentor. Some of my beloved furry companions have even earned the right to carry his name.
My goal is to never stop learning…never get too comfortable…never abandon curiosity. I choose to absorb every bit of information I possibly can add to flavor life. I want to be the best I can be perhaps to honor the “gift”. I want my art to mean something more than just paint on a canvas.
Emotion is often the driving force behind my paintings. Even if it lies dormant to explode later.
Because of the intensity of emotion unveiling my art can leave me feeling very vulnerable. Even the exposure of a simple sketch causes acute vulnerability and can escalate to fear. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of being judged and not being understood. Fear of being stagnate and becoming too comfortable. Fear that I stay there only because I’m scared of failure.
As the journey continues, now is the time I must face the proverbial “giants’ and paint… just to paint! Love every minute of every stroke and just paint!
Romans 8:28 "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."
The Ascribing Artists Blog will post a follow up in which Lynn has created a statement painting that beholds these two verses. Stay on the look out for this very moving post entitled: Steal Birth