Dreaming of the Ballet, oil on canvas. I’m having fun with this one. Using the pallet knife guarantees looseness when I start to get in the way of myself. I hope to have this painting completed in nine days.
The details make a painting come alive. When you see the texture and brushstrokes, you know an actual artist created the work. I guess this is the closest thing to seeing the live painting. These painting detailed sections could be small paintings unto themselves. The images below are from a work titled Contemplating., which you can see in full view in Whose Head is Under the Hat.
Inside the studio is a big mess as you can see in the photo below. I have sketches all over the floor as reference for my upcoming solo exhibit, Whose Head is Under the Hat, KIrby Cultural Arts Complex, Roxboro, NC. The Curator, Raleigh Gardner, discovered my work and invited me to have a solo show. Yay! Love being invited.
“An artist feels vulnerable to begin with; and yet the only answer is to recklessly discard more armour.” Eric Maisel
Remembering My Life as a Dancer is progressing more quickly than usual. I have been using larger brushes which keeps the creative energy flowing. You will soon see the dancers within the green background. I think I’m falling in love with this woman’s face.
Images of The Children’s Guessing Game, from The Mask Makers series. I think the substance of a painting is in the details which keep the viewer looking and always finding more. The Children’s Guessing Game is represented by Providence Gallery, Charlotte, NC, 704-333-4535
“Self acceptance is often found by living in the present without the loss of control felt in the past.” Lisa Bartell
Painting in Progress for my solo exhibit this Spring, Whose Head is Under the Hat. Oil on canvas, 36 x 36, I’ll Never Be a Southern Belle.
The Self is a Journey in the Space Surrounding Us
I always see a combination of adult and child in my paintings of women. Perhaps the reason is the false messages I was given as a girl. The surrounding abstract space could be seen as a metaphor for identity. How can we completely define ourselves? Like the forms and lines of abstraction, our identity is in a continuous state of change.
This is an oil painting in progress (on paper) for a solo exhibit this Spring titled, Whose Head is Under the Hat. You can see several of the finished paintings in my Gallery section on the home page. I’ll keep you posted on new work in progress for the show.
I always have drawings all over the floor of my studio. They are usually for a current or future series of paintings. They always keep me writing about what I want to express in painting. The drawing below is my thoughts for what I hope to be a painting on wind-up toys and identity. I’ll have to get some clarity on this one.
Balancing Above the Noise, by Lisa Bartell
“STOP the NOISE”, screamed Margaret. “STOP the NOISE”.
“Surely my mind will be overwhelmed by the never ending sounds of fear and sadness, hate and anger unless I discover a way to bring balance to my life. Am I only listening to the negative voices and believing they are in conrol”?
Margaret began a daily ritual of writing in her journal. The more she wrote, the clearer her mind became. Margaret was on a journey of new discoveries. She found in her heart, the joy of creating and how it connected her to a greater positive energy she longed to share. She noticed the pleasure of walks with her dogs who taught her to look around and get excited about the small stuff. “Yeah, I know we’ve seen hundreds of squirrels, but it’s still so amazing!”Margaret realized she had to let go. She had to trust life and not be afraid of death or love or friendship or even herself. She realized the sound of love would always exist and be louder than any other noise.
“The Goal. The Point. The Reason. Your Intentions. It is your initial impulse for the core of a meaningful painting.” Robert Burridge, Artist
As a child, I loved to stare at wood grain, searching for odd faces and figures. I continue to do this when walking down the tree lined paths in my neighborhood. Looking at tree trunks, I can always find some kind of strange creature. What do you see in the images below?
They Like to Call Me Daisy
We all have different identities inside, some shared with the world, others held deep inside. Daisy has been socially defined as playfully flirtatious, perhaps sexual. Has she taken on this identity because it is a part of her or was it projected onto her? The name they call her is a façade. In truth, she has many identities born from childhood to adult.
“(Feeling vulnerable) makes you face the experience fully and embrace it. Those moments can bring a lot of creativity and make ideas flourish.” Mirina Willer
Painting on oil paper is a totally different experience from canvas. Now I’m thinking of large scale paintings on paper. The title of this work may be, They Call Me Daisy.