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Another minute in the studio ...
Random Thoughts in Beautifully Random Moments
I was sitting at a red light one night watching blinker lights reflect off the raindrops dripping down my windshield. The clicking of my own blinker was out of sync with both my windshield wipers and the rhythm of the shitty pop song on my radio so I turned both the wipers and the stereo off. My eyes wandered in a daze across the intersection to see a line of left blinkers, ten or so cars in a row, begin to fall in a perfect cadence; all beginning to blink together in sync, even with my own blinker. Eleven or so different cars now, all falling in to harmony. blink...blink...blink... setting a lively visual tempo to contrast the melancholy melody of the rain on my window -- as if it was perfectly choreographed. How beautiful those little moments are when everything in time aligns and things fall together so flawlessly. Look, maybe we are all on the same page here and we just don't always notice.
It didn't take long for the blinkers to trickle out of sync and the spuratic loud flashing to shatter my comfortable daze. I found myself trying to find some sort of a count to grasp in the rhythm of ten turning cars as the blinker pattern became more arbitrary; hello anxiety. I pulled my focus back within my own car and turned the radio back up to drown out the lost harmony. Blinking lights danced randomly on my dripping windshield and I thought to myself, how beautiful it is that we all exist in our own incidental tempo. I frowned on my own little fantasy that all of the cars going to all different places might possibly stay blinking in sync forever. Look, maybe we need to all be on the same page in understanding that singularity.
In some discursive thought my mind insists that at some point blinker lights will align again, but it'll never last long. Who knows if we'll even notice unless we turn the shitty radio down and look through the rain.
We are all on the same road going to different places.
As I turned my wipers back on and changed the radio station and made my own left turn through the rainy intersection, I related the passed moment to politics.
...no wonder I get lost all the time...
I have always been obsessed with dance, especially ballet. When I was younger my mom told me if I wanted to do dance I had to give up another activity, like riding, because there is really only so much time in a day. Yeah right mom, I'm gonna go groom my horse now.
In riding we count to keep rhythm, to find cadence, to measure distance, or if you're like me, to calm nerves and distract overactive brain babble. For some it's a 1, 2, 1, 2, but since I was little I have counted myself off with a 5, 6, 7, 8, at the start of every course to get my little fix of the dance lessons I never took in every riding lesson I was so fortunate to take instead. : )
I think the process of a painting can be an amazing thing. I make it a goal to communicate the essence of my subject with minimal strokes at the start of each piece. I love it when each layer of the painting can stand on its own as a beautiful moment of a bigger picture. This is one of my personal favorites, I felt like it was complete before I even really started.
I don't do self portraits often. I would say that painting yourself is one of the hardest things to paint. It is the ultimate practice of painting truth; what you see vs what you think you see.
Testing our perspective can be challenging and frustrating, and we learn so much about ourselves when we do.
When you find your rhythm and count yourself in just right, truly appreciate every layer of the process, and find an honest perspective, the best things can happen- both on canvas and over the jump ; )
The seasons of the Palouse are incredible. This particular day was after the first snowfall of the year, I think it was my Junior year. The moisture in the air clinged to the colors of the trees making everything look so crisp and vibrant. I felt like I was inside a painting that day.
This building is a hundred hours of flashcards on the lawn, a 2:00 am walk home from studio, the first place I got lost my freshman year, a drunken detour back from new greek, a shortcut back to the apartment on Taylor Street, the home of Hello Walk, and the first beautiful piece of history I fell in love with at the University of Idaho. I probably walked past this building a thousand times throughout college. Something about the Admin building made me a happier person every single time.
Three days in- I did post this on social media yesterday. A tad late to get it on the blog. I cannot wait to show you what I've been working on for Monday!
Someone told me once that their favorite sketch of mine was that painterly tree ... pretty positive they were talking about this dancer sketch 😏 ... day three! It's not a tree!
3 Things I'm pretty good at:
- Productive Procrastination
- Awesome Alliterations
3 Things I'm pretty bad at:
- Finishing things I start
- Letting go of art
- Throwing a dart. Just kidding I just wanted to rhyme..
The real 3: SELF PROMOTION (In all caps because I really am the worst)
In light of bettering myself and working on my weaknesses, I would like to propose a self challenge to which I hope my friends, family, followers, and personal pride will hold me accountable...
My Self Challenge: I vow, with you as a witness, to post a piece of work, old or new, every day for the rest of the year. (Ok, every weekday). Even if this means I have to post a stick figure at 11:45pm on a Friday, in the name of shameless self promotion, I will put my work on the internet.
E V E R Y D A Y. (every weekday).
I hope to accomplish a few things by doing this...
- Finally finish the pile of half-done pieces propped up on the back wall of my apartment.
- Let go of the random pieces that I am personally (weirdly) attatched to.
Seriously, my apartment is starting to look like an egocentric shrine of my doodles and crafts. My walls look like mom's fridge if I was an only child. It's very uncool.
- Self Promotion. I would like to get in the habit of pushing my work to general public. No more being shy.
An oldy, but a goody.
This painting is one of my personal favorites. It was a catalyst in my college thesis in understanding non verbal communication through physical gesture and the connection between painting and riding as a language without words. It is called Shchwung, a German dressage term describing impulsion.
This painting is available for sale. I have reduced the price to move it. If you would like to know more, I am happy to answer questions! Please comment, message, or email me for more information.
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