As I look at this collection thus far, I see that the paintings are less about the bird and more about the shadows. It is the 6th painting I've made while on my knees - like I'm begging the art to come - begging for it to reveal itself. Once again, as with the collages I obsessively made in the past, the results of my labor have little meaning to me and the process of creating says it all.
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A sneaky little strip of light was shining through the green cardboard sleeve like the sneaky little glimmer of hope that keeps sneaking into my mind. I love painting this bird. White things force me to find the color within them - and encourage me to find new background objects to include. I was thinking a bit about still life before starting today. I've always been drawn to this genre but never stopped to consider why... Here's my thoughts, in no particular order. Still life don't move. You can leave them and come back and things remain the same. Still life are constant - unlike everything else in this world. Still life are real - unlike everything else in this world, or in my head. I've not used cerulean blue in a while. There's no good reason for the omission of this color on my palette. I've overcompensated for that a sense in today's second painting. Did I mention I have a new deadline looming? Not a self imposed deadline - a real deadline imposed by the Trenton CSA I've joined... I'm hoping to have 26 of these "little birds" by the end of April. Wish me luck... I've lost a great deal of the simple things in life that made up my daily routine. Very few people realize just how comforting such routines are in the life of someone who appears so outwardly crazed. But really, that phone call, that text, that late night hug all added a sense of grounding to my crazy existence. Those routines require another person, a person I don't have access to. At first this realization was upsetting, but as time passes and the distance grows, I realize once again that I am in control of my own comfort and I can create new routines that comfort and ground my life. Today's painting is what I hope is the start of a new routine. I find peace and comfort when I paint, it's the closest I come to having a quiet mind. Awkwardly positioned delicate object and a big shadow from an unseen source... I think I'll call this one a self portrait. Tons of mardi gras beads hang from my easel - I find them really beautiful and extremely tempting. Tempting because I am always tempted to add them to my composition. I love the colors and I enjoy the reflections and highlights on ach bead. Unfortunately, they are too much. Every time I add them, I regret it. I never learn from this mistake. |
Lora Marie DurrDuring my undergraduate studies, I spent a great deal of time in the painting studio working with traditional oils. Teaching middle school art for the past 12 years has taken me away from those roots. This "one a day" project is aimed at re-inspiring that creativity and technique. Archives
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