Dream

Fresh off the press I finished this painting this morning. It's been on the easel for about 2 weeks. It's to do with alot of things. My working title is Dream of City, Dream of Love. 

Hope you enjoy it. 

Lisa 

Pearls and Ribbons

My latest project has been making pieces of jewelry for the brides in my life. I'm trying out pearls for the first time. Of course I don't really want to say too much about them until i actually GIVE them their pieces, so working shots will have to do for now. I am truly a novice at jewelry making, but I love it. It's all in the hands and it totally gets me out of my head. 

The satisfaction one gets from their art I suppose is totally relative to the way you approach the whole thing. When I think too much about what I want to do with my paintings for example, quite often they stagnate. There's a moment that comes sometimes when I'm walking past my canvas in the living room when I am overcome by silence. Only then does it make sense to paint. More often I chitter chatter in my head about where it's going and how it might turn out in the end. 

When I'm honest with myself, I'd have to say that the end result of the painting isn't really where it's at for me. It's that silence and that rush as you feel something coming out of your hands, translated into wet pigment on a canvas. It's all about the process. Sometimes the end result is frustrating because it makes a destination out of something that is infinite. 

I have a canvas up as well right now. It's a bit more textured than I've tried before, inspired by Judith's mom Philomena Meffe and her recent exhibition. Right now my canvas is purple with some streaks of white and red. Will keep you posted as it evolves.  

Beginnings & Continuations

O open this day with the conch's moan, Omeros, 
as you did in my boyhood, when I was a noun 
gently exhaled from the palate of the sunrise. 
A lizard on the sea-wall darted its question 
at the waking sea, as a net of golden moss 
brightened the reef, which the sails of their far canoes 
avoided. Only in you, across centuries 
of the sea's parchment atlas, can I catch the noise 
of the surf lines wandering like the shambling fleece 
of the lighthouse's flock...'

Derek Walcott, Omeros

It's hot out. This has been the first week in Toronto where it's safe to say that without fear that the utterance will bring on an unforeseen frost. My patio door is open, a soft breeze moves the curtain and my small faux antique looking fan is swishing away between myself at the dining table and my easel at the other corner of the living-room. 


I'm still unsure what the audience is of this blog. Is it friends? family? interested artists? random strangers? noone at all? I'm not sure. Either way I suppose, the purpose of this blog is to take my work out of my living room and into the world. 


In addition I am making a new rule for myself: I will not be showing any old work. Only new work. I need the freshness of constant creation instead of the hauntings of my past works, emotions and images. So however small, my aim is to each week update this blog with the things I have managed to make. 


The painting featured here I completed about a week ago. I'm still iffy on the name. It relates strongly to something I experience during yoga sometimes. These day's I'm going to a new studio in my new neighbourhood called Kula. 


Thank you for giving a tiny part of your day to my meanderings. 


L.