Working with Willowing

I have spent the last week working through the Whimsie class given by Tamara Laporte. I have learned so much! Things seem to be clicking in my head-a wonderful feeling! It's been a long time since I have had that feeling. But I can see a path forward with my art, which is kind of a relief. It's so hard to be floundering around. I know it is necessary, especially when you are learning new techniques or going down a new artistic road. There is a process of experimentation that can be at once exhilarating but also frustrating when results are not living up to expectation. 

But alas, after plodding through I have found a path that I want to explore. I love mixed media but I also enjoy a whimsical side to it. I love doing the whimsie characters, but I also love more classical portraiture and I think I want to work toward striking a balance between the two. 

I am still experimenting with substrates. I love working on watercolor paper, but I also love gallery wrapped canvas. I need to find a substrate that is both! I want to try mixed media board, maybe that will be the thing. 

Working with Willowing

I have spent the last week working through the Whimsie class given by Tamara Laporte. I have learned so much! Things seem to be clicking in my head-a wonderful feeling! It's been a long time since I have had that feeling. But I can see a path forward with my art, which is kind of a relief. It's so hard to be floundering around. I know it is necessary, especially when you are learning new techniques or going down a new artistic road. There is a process of experimentation that can be at once exhilarating but also frustrating when results are not living up to expectation. 

But alas, after plodding through I have found a path that I want to explore. I love mixed media but I also enjoy a whimsical side to it. I love doing the whimsie characters, but I also love more classical portraiture and I think I want to work toward striking a balance between the two. 

I am still experimenting with substrates. I love working on watercolor paper, but I also love gallery wrapped canvas. I need to find a substrate that is both! I want to try mixed media board, maybe that will be the thing. 

More whimsy action!

More whimsy action!

Really having fun with whimsies

I have always sort of tried to do this, but painting along with Tam at willowing and learning a few principles has made them come to life for me!

I am really enjoying this and have lots of ideas for future paintings!

I really want to take her World of Whimsies class now!

Really having fun with whimsies

I have always sort of tried to do this, but painting along with Tam at willowing and learning a few principles has made them come to life for me!

I am really enjoying this and have lots of ideas for future paintings!

I really want to take her World of Whimsies class now!

My journey has begun

I decided to take one of Tamera Laporte's summer classes over at willowing.com because I have always admired her style and I wanted to do something a little more stylized and whimsical. I think I can tend to get too serious and bogged down in my art, and that is not what I want. I want my art to be fun.

 So I decided on the Summer Fae class because it is a profile and that is something I have yet to master.

I had so much fun!!!

I loved doing it so much that I then went over to her site and took the free course Art Heart and Healing. I skipped over most of the healing stuff, I don't have a lot of issues, (although I did find it interesting). But the techniques were also really fun and I had a grand time following along. Especially the face shading lesson and the lesson on whimsies.

So now I think I am going to take her Wonderful World of Whimsies class.

I love whimsies. But for a long time my inner voice has said, "If you do whimsies no one will take you seriously. You will be irrelevant."

Now its not that I have some agenda with my art where 

I want to change the world or make some kind of political statement.

So where are these doubts coming from?

For years I was a dollmaker and in some situations it actually made me

 uncomfortable to tell people what I did.

 They would look at you like you were a child.

Playing with dolls.

There was no way to explain how hard it is,

 how much work I put into it, 

or how much I had studied and developed my technique.

I thought that this time around I could avoid that.

But I'm beginning to realize that the majority of people out there have no idea what art entails. They will look at you that way no matter what you are making.

And WHY DO I CARE what random people think?

Thant is so silly!

If I care about developing my own style and finding my voice 

I have to follow where my muse is pulling me,

 don't I?

This is what I'm thinking today.

My journey has begun

I decided to take one of Tamera Laporte's summer classes over at willowing.com because I have always admired her style and I wanted to do something a little more stylized and whimsical. I think I can tend to get too serious and bogged down in my art, and that is not what I want. I want my art to be fun.

 So I decided on the Summer Fae class because it is a profile and that is something I have yet to master.

I had so much fun!!!

I loved doing it so much that I then went over to her site and took the free course Art Heart and Healing. I skipped over most of the healing stuff, I don't have a lot of issues, (although I did find it interesting). But the techniques were also really fun and I had a grand time following along. Especially the face shading lesson and the lesson on whimsies.

So now I think I am going to take her Wonderful World of Whimsies class.

I love whimsies. But for a long time my inner voice has said, "If you do whimsies no one will take you seriously. You will be irrelevant."

Now its not that I have some agenda with my art where 

I want to change the world or make some kind of political statement.

So where are these doubts coming from?

For years I was a dollmaker and in some situations it actually made me

 uncomfortable to tell people what I did.

 They would look at you like you were a child.

Playing with dolls.

There was no way to explain how hard it is,

 how much work I put into it, 

or how much I had studied and developed my technique.

I thought that this time around I could avoid that.

But I'm beginning to realize that the majority of people out there have no idea what art entails. They will look at you that way no matter what you are making.

And WHY DO I CARE what random people think?

Thant is so silly!

If I care about developing my own style and finding my voice 

I have to follow where my muse is pulling me,

 don't I?

This is what I'm thinking today.

So of course I realize...

Its not September yet.

 Its only August 12. 

But freshman orientation is on Aug.19th this year(I swear it gets earlier every year).

So for me there is essentially one week of summer left. 

And with 2 ministry commitments, Monday night and Tuesday night,

 this week is going to go very fast.

So that is what gets me thinking about new beginnings.

And all of these life changes I have been going through has me thinking about new roads in my life.

This last year I seem to be standing before a fork in the road.

I can continue to do what I've been doing,

 and now with more time than I've ever had to really dive in.

 Get it really going. 

Crank out new patterns every month. 

Really use my expensive Constant Contact newsletter list on a regular basis.

This is the time I've been waiting for for so long.

But alas, as I stand here looking down the two roads,

I find that  my heart just isn't in it.

If I take the familiar turn, 

I have a big motivation problem.

I wish I could be simply motivated by money.

 But if that were true I'd be working some 9 to 5-er, and pulling in a steady income. 

Sadly, that is not what has ever gotten my juices flowing.

So I turn to the other road.

The unfamiliar road.

The road that has been there all my life, gently calling; 

but not loud enough to drown out my commitments of  family. 

Not louder than my desire to mold and nurture my 4 masterpieces; 

the ones that took me 26 years to complete.

 The ones that are almost there but not completely done.

The scary unfamiliar road that is also somehow soooo enticing.

I turn and look down, 

and I am beginning to understand what it is going to take to go down that road.

Commitment

 and letting go.

So of course I realize...

Its not September yet.

 Its only August 12. 

But freshman orientation is on Aug.19th this year(I swear it gets earlier every year).

So for me there is essentially one week of summer left. 

And with 2 ministry commitments, Monday night and Tuesday night,

 this week is going to go very fast.

So that is what gets me thinking about new beginnings.

And all of these life changes I have been going through has me thinking about new roads in my life.

This last year I seem to be standing before a fork in the road.

I can continue to do what I've been doing,

 and now with more time than I've ever had to really dive in.

 Get it really going. 

Crank out new patterns every month. 

Really use my expensive Constant Contact newsletter list on a regular basis.

This is the time I've been waiting for for so long.

But alas, as I stand here looking down the two roads,

I find that  my heart just isn't in it.

If I take the familiar turn, 

I have a big motivation problem.

I wish I could be simply motivated by money.

 But if that were true I'd be working some 9 to 5-er, and pulling in a steady income. 

Sadly, that is not what has ever gotten my juices flowing.

So I turn to the other road.

The unfamiliar road.

The road that has been there all my life, gently calling; 

but not loud enough to drown out my commitments of  family. 

Not louder than my desire to mold and nurture my 4 masterpieces; 

the ones that took me 26 years to complete.

 The ones that are almost there but not completely done.

The scary unfamiliar road that is also somehow soooo enticing.

I turn and look down, 

and I am beginning to understand what it is going to take to go down that road.

Commitment

 and letting go.

September always brings new beginnings...

For me, there are certain times of year that feel like starting points.

 Obviously January, the beginning of the new year for everyone.

 But also June, when school lets out and the pace of life promises to slow down.

 The quick paced routine of sports schedules, school days and extra curriculars that dominate my life all winter and spring give way to more relaxed summer mornings and slower days with more room in them to breathe. 

But then vacation rolls around and things get a little hectic, and summer guests come in and as the end of summer approaches we feel the urge to pack in as many summer-only events as we can.

 Art fairs, farmers markets, fishing time, and cook outs with friends.

But then September rolls around and it feels like another new beginning.

 The leisurely mornings are gone and the "pace" comes back,

 but with it also more uninterrupted studio time.

 And usually by the end of summer I am craving uninterrupted studio time.

The end of summer usually finds me planning what new pieces I'm going to work on, or items to add to my Etsy Shoppe.

 But this year is a little different.

 Because I'm getting a little more adjusted to my masterpieces having grown up and moved away. 

Only one left at home now,  and eagerly ready to start her freshman year in high school. 

The oldest now married and her own family begun.

 And the two guys, my awesome guys, happily planted at their prospective schools and plugging away at the lives they are building for themselves. 

I am infinitely proud of every one of them. 

But its a little different now. 

At first I didn't realize when I sent them off to college, they weren't coming back. 

I was as eager as them to find the right school; help them choose goals and get them everything they needed to embark on the next stage of their lives.

 It was exciting.

 Visiting schools, worrying over ACT scores, the joy of the acceptance letters.

Buying all the stuff, driving them there and helping them get set up.

 And the first year so exciting, calling often, hearing about classes and professors. 

But then, the inevitable, "Mom I'm not coming back this summer, I found a job..."

But I'm getting used to it, I really am.

And I'm beginning to think about myself, my life, my goals.

I want to paint.

I want to make fine art.

I don't want to"craft" anymore.

There is nothing wrong with crafting, believe me I have made a living on it for 15 years. I am its biggest champion!

 But I no longer want to create that type of thing.

I want to paint.

I want to be a traditional,
suffers for her art,
 works relentlessly in her studio all day,
creates amazing paintings that cannot be ignored,
truly,  live...

ARTIST.

I'm getting more adjusted to the idea of "me" time. 

And the idea of "me" time is serious art time.

But everything has a price.

 And for me the price means no more of this and no more of  this. 

Because they are a kind of crutch.
Theya re the tried and true things I do when I need money. 

And without them I will have to float for a while,
and try to re-create who I am
and what I'm putting out there.

And its a little,
ok a lot,
scary.

September always brings new beginnings...

For me, there are certain times of year that feel like starting points.

 Obviously January, the beginning of the new year for everyone.

 But also June, when school lets out and the pace of life promises to slow down.

 The quick paced routine of sports schedules, school days and extra curriculars that dominate my life all winter and spring give way to more relaxed summer mornings and slower days with more room in them to breathe. 

But then vacation rolls around and things get a little hectic, and summer guests come in and as the end of summer approaches we feel the urge to pack in as many summer-only events as we can.

 Art fairs, farmers markets, fishing time, and cook outs with friends.

But then September rolls around and it feels like another new beginning.

 The leisurely mornings are gone and the "pace" comes back,

 but with it also more uninterrupted studio time.

 And usually by the end of summer I am craving uninterrupted studio time.

The end of summer usually finds me planning what new pieces I'm going to work on, or items to add to my Etsy Shoppe.

 But this year is a little different.

 Because I'm getting a little more adjusted to my masterpieces having grown up and moved away. 

Only one left at home now,  and eagerly ready to start her freshman year in high school. 

The oldest now married and her own family begun.

 And the two guys, my awesome guys, happily planted at their prospective schools and plugging away at the lives they are building for themselves. 

I am infinitely proud of every one of them. 

But its a little different now. 

At first I didn't realize when I sent them off to college, they weren't coming back. 

I was as eager as them to find the right school; help them choose goals and get them everything they needed to embark on the next stage of their lives.

 It was exciting.

 Visiting schools, worrying over ACT scores, the joy of the acceptance letters.

Buying all the stuff, driving them there and helping them get set up.

 And the first year so exciting, calling often, hearing about classes and professors. 

But then, the inevitable, "Mom I'm not coming back this summer, I found a job..."

But I'm getting used to it, I really am.

And I'm beginning to think about myself, my life, my goals.

I want to paint.

I want to make fine art.

I don't want to"craft" anymore.

There is nothing wrong with crafting, believe me I have made a living on it for 15 years. I am its biggest champion!

 But I no longer want to create that type of thing.

I want to paint.

I want to be a traditional,
suffers for her art,
 works relentlessly in her studio all day,
creates amazing paintings that cannot be ignored,
truly,  live...

ARTIST.

I'm getting more adjusted to the idea of "me" time. 

And the idea of "me" time is serious art time.

But everything has a price.

 And for me the price means no more of this and no more of  this. 

Because they are a kind of crutch.
Theya re the tried and true things I do when I need money. 

And without them I will have to float for a while,
and try to re-create who I am
and what I'm putting out there.

And its a little,
ok a lot,
scary.

Some journal time

This is pen and ink with golden fluid acrylics. The little sun up in the corner is a hand carved stamp. 

This one is a collage background with neocolor II. 

Some journal time

This is pen and ink with golden fluid acrylics. The little sun up in the corner is a hand carved stamp. 

This one is a collage background with neocolor II.