The Window Seat. Oil on board.
Yesterday saw us retreat to the studio for a long day session. Ipod blaring, doors wide open (must post a studio shot someday soon), and a brief visit from the smallest family member – who enjoyed exploring spider-webbed corners and briefly settled on a rug on the floor.
And then the rain came down. Buckets of it – pelting the tin roof in deafening bursts and dripping on the floor, showing us there is a leak in the roof – we didn’t know we had. It HAILED. It was brutal and thrilling and thoroughly fun.
I LOVE rain. And it was like having our very own grown-up cubby, which I suppose it is.
I painted solidly all afternoon. Pushing through a total painting crisis (Carona & cake needed) to make 2 good works and reminding myself of the most valuable advice I ever received about making art – That a bad painting is a wonderful gift – the opportunity to push the work in a totally new direction and make something unexpected- nothing ventured nothing gained.
I love drawing – but rarely use it with my art – mostly keeping it as a quiet and personal journey, but recently I’ve been revisiting scratching into paint and enjoying the process immensely. One of those drawn/painted works (above) will be making its way to the annual Canterbury Art show – a show that I’m very sentimental about. Drop off for the show is next weekend, and it’s open 4-6 May. I love that all works are available to view online, which is a fun journey in itself without leaving your chair.
Will let you know when it’s up!