Some humans are the perfect examples of how monsters can be.
While others are angels from heaven walking all around us,
making us believe in the goodness that still remains.
I find myself staring into empty stretches of the ocean or sky. This stress produced world makes everything urgent and the ocean brings me peace and time for reflexion. It’s like a massive massage but one that makes me feel automatically happier and relaxed.
That is why I ended off this year with another painting of the ocean, a moody sky and a wave. Staring at the ocean or the sky is like poetry and it gives me energy, like a cold splash of water on my face.
The rhythm of the waves lapping on the shore restores body and mind…
I won’t finish it this year, there is still some work to be done on the sky and wave but that’s ok, it just means I will start with the same feeling of peace and tranquility and energised for the New Year. That’s my wave painting ♥
I am wistful for a salty kiss, sticky arms and the scent of the ocean. For a damp towel and the foam of the white-capped waves, for my heart to beat with the ocean. I am longing for that immense blue and longing to look into the depth and horizon and be blinded by the sun hitting the ocean.
Because I’m always dreaming of being near the sea I painted this for my bedroom, so I can lie in bed with my book and dream more pretending to be on the beach ❤
Ah but Vincent, everything in this painting is more than a little good, I love all of it, and it has a special meaning and says a lot for me…it really does.
Good night my starry starry night ♥☼♥☼
This quote from Pablo Picasso, always makes me laugh 😀
“I hate flowers.. I paint them because they’re cheaper than models and they don’t move.”
Me, I love flowers and I think they’re easier to paint than models….except maybe 16 proteas!
When I finally finished the proteas I didn’t quite know what to paint next. It was like artist block but a million times worse. During the protea painting things were a bit of a mess. They had been for a few months, I painted slowly and so many times I didn’t even paint I just got the brushes dirty and there was no progress. I cried sometimes not about the painting, well sometimes it was, but mostly I cried about this thing called life. And I struggled for months. Someone said to me when I mentioned my struggle that it was “Just a bit of life that made it hard. New painting, new chapter”
And so it was for this one. New canvas. New painting and this was a transformation into something new, feeling better, healing and really painting again.
Whether we like to believe it or not, our moods effect everything we do. And everything we do affect our moods.
Artists also get ‘writers block’ or ‘artists block’, our ideas seem to run dry. It’s something that worries any creative person. Bringing inspiration back requires more than just creative exercises and ideas, and fresh new places. One needs a bit of fun, a bit of love, some peace and happiness in life too.
It is back, I am back where I used to be and I’m so grateful for that
There is love on my easel ❤