Original Painting Oil on Canvas (C) Theresa H. Hall, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
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Spring and Sunflowers, originally uploaded by Theresa111.Is it just me, or are there more of you out there, who begin things but end up never getting around to finishing them? “Why do I do this?” I ask myself. When I began this painting, I was having difficulty figuring out how to make the front side of the flower have it’s petals coming out toward the viewer. I decided to think about it and as you can plainly see, I never completed the work.
It’s not just this either. I have unfinished ideas, thoughts, song lyrics, poems, stories and inventions laid about … all of them patiently waiting for the artist to pick them up and put on the finishing touches.
I paint, sculpt, and write creatively in my head. Then I make notes, write out good intentions, place various stickies possessing these ideas and phone numbers with names, in safe spots, until I can record them on my phone, or in the still unused address book.
Justifiably, I find I can blame the Internet, and E-mail for this part, at least. They have the address book section and if you ever go into the add contact space, you will see there is enough storage for an individuals life story, let alone their email, home, business addresses. Plus there are spaces to enter all of the various phone numbers too!
The pages upon pages of printed materials from the Internet, which I never quite find the time to organize completely, hide in their own stacks hoping to be read at least once more. They very well could be cosigned to the trash bin, but only after a prolonged stay in a drawer, pile, cardboard box or one of my brief cases.
Simple enough. There is a need for an organizer. When I worked in an office, everything was, for the most part, in its place, neatly organized. Perhaps I should wave a flag, with the hopes of being rescued and that some kind person straightens out the endless papers, receipts, records and creative projects which need finishing. Or better yet, maybe, just maybe I will work on this painting again. I’ll think about it.
Above My Desk, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
I have the sun, the moon an ethereal creature and flowers above my work area. These creations always give me a warm fuzzy feeling and the interest that an artist felt compelled to create these sculptures. I have a deep love of stone and rock and things carved and shaped.
There’s an Angel in My Painting!, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
It so happens that I was going through some of my photographs and saw an Angel in my painting. Wow. She is right there in the middle and I hadn’t noticed her prior to this.
My husband has told me he has seen Jesus in four or five of my paintings. These Heavenly Beings are well hidden, but when you relax and look with your inner eye, there they are.
The colors in this piece of art always make me feel good. The balance and intertwining of the hues are pleasing. Not all of my work brings this inner satisfaction. I simply find it rather joyful.
Pate a Choux, Paint Cans and Brushes, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
Having the right space to create is something that makes me flourish and active. Here I must confess that even though I have a large home, I have not found it conducive to draw out my innate abilities, to create in most of its areas. Sounds strange, but I insist it is true.
For instance. The back side of the house faces north and west. I want to paint in the part that receives light from the north, however, my easel and paint brushes are in the studio, which receives the western light.
My kitchen faces the northwest and western light and since the plan when we purchased the home was laid out only one way, I had no way of knowing that the placement of appliances would matter that much to me. Back then we were simply happy to buy a house, never believing for one moment, that we would actually be here more than three to five years.
I was from one of those families that moved around a lot. We went where my father’s work took him. We were not a military family, nor nomadic. Home relocation was normal to us. My adorable mother would read the Sunday papers and would sometimes exclaim to daddy about a brand new apartment complex that was being built. Back then we lived in houses or apartments, which we would rent for no more than three years. Sometimes, we would only stay for one year because my mother would find a better place or a brand new one.
Moving so frequently afforded us the delightful task of going through our belongings and only packing what we really used. Along with packing the family treasures, we donated and made major decisions of what to keep and what to toss. I have found that by staying in our present home, we have collected rather too much. I mentioned about a month ago that I wanted to begin living a minimalist life and have been working toward that goal.
What I find irritating is that by tuning in to HGTV so much, I watch folks renovate and remodel their homes and this has brought to mind just how little space I really need to be happy and comfortable. I enjoy being on the backside of my home but it is not arranged the way I want. To be comfortable painting I need to do it in the kitchen, where the breakfast nook is. Now, it seems I will have to re-do my entire kitchen and extend into the dining area. We haven’t used that space since we moved the home office into the studio. The ony living we do in the living room is watch television or movies. I want to do this in the studio too. In fact, the sofa is in here too. Along with a smaller television.
It would be easier to move and set up an art studio, totally organized. Find the dream kitchen to prepare all sorts of delightful treats and meals. Separate my writing desk from the recording studio and have a cozy corner, as I presently have (facing west) and place our washer and dryer on the same floor as our master bedroom, instead of it being two floors down in the basement. In fact, I don’t want a basement after all. Perhaps a condo would be the answer. Everything on one floor and a gourmet kitchen for me. Cool!
The next place needs to be on one floor or we need to get one of those cute little elevators. They only cost around $25,000.00. Hey! No problem. Everything costs so much nowadays that it’s still okay to dream about them. That’s free.
Decisions. Time to move the artworks back into the kitchen and because of the cats, I will have to put everything away or they will be painting everywhere they walk. They do love to get into things. I will keep my writing to daytime and rehearsals, recordings, practicing my Autoharp, (much time will be needed to develop my skills) for the evenings. Plus I have started a home business … so I’ll need the computer and phone for that. I’m so busy that now I have to go take a nap!
Since I’m good at dreaming, I will start on the new home we will need so we can become settled, organized, and only buy a place big enough to be roomy, but not so large that rooms are not used. Wasted space is just that. Besides … since my mother’s been gone … the house doesn’t fit anymore. Maybe that is what is really bothering me after all. I know, I know, I’ve done a complete 180º flip, but that is the way I think.
“The Fence” Watercolor on Canvas Paper circa 1999, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
There is a fence which exists in my mind. I worked with watercolors and layered the paint many times in order to obtain this effect. What is uncanny is that my next door neighbor has since erected a fence almost just like this one. Talk about visualization!
Watercolor on Canvas Paper circa 1999
Sculpture of Man Playing Bass & My Original Painting, originally uploaded by Theresa111.
Art is an interpretation. Be it music, sculpture, painting, baking, quilting, writing and so many of the thousands of examples that surround us everyday.
Everyone is artistic in one way or another, although there are many who do not see themselves as an artist at all. They assume, incorrectly, if they go about their normal day, doing their job in the same mundane way as before, that they are just another person on this planet.
Since April of this year, I have been privileged to meet, view and interact with hundreds of my artistic counterparts. We share a love of expressions, words, photographs, memories, and celebrate a comradeship filled with a poignant joy.
What a thrill when someone sees what we have created and reacts to our post for that day. We touch one another deeply, but without physical connection. This whole interaction, in and of itself, is art.
This goes to prove that we are spiritual beings. Whenever we connect by airwaves and cyberspace we are sharing that of ourselves, which cannot be seen. We are in a place, whereby we can become one.
We have a strong voice when we join together, to ask the world around us to change. To become peaceful. To STOP THE ABUSE. By our combined art, perhaps we will reach those who will listen and change their ways. To treat others the way they would be treated.
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1990 BERNHAL (It was all I could make out)
This is my favorite oil painting of mine. It is another view that I took with my camera. The colors are entwined in a way to bring me a serene thrill of joy.
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