There are many roads to take in life. I happen to be on an open road, that has no walls. It has no lines painted down the center and that allows me to swerve to the left in the last moment, or if I feel like it drift zig zag, and flow from one side to the other. We are in a maze and the sooner we realize that there are no rules to follow which path, the better. I sometimes go full speed, other times I like to meander. This is my life……many roads, no end in site.
These are some of the shows, Films, Commercials, Print, and Video that I have had the great fortune to do with my art. I was cleaning my desk today, and ran across the files I keep for entertainment and advertising…….I sat back and took a look at what I had accomplished and was blown away.
Wow, I feel so lucky to be able to participate even in my little way to these productions…..I am a lucky girl ( I keep saying I need that tattoo)
I am just so grateful….. Thank you Universe!
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Well I have learned a few things in life.
I think one of the most important is to swim with the flow.
Be flexible.
Be patient.
Go with the flow of all things naturally.
It does take awhile to find your flow.
There are those times when you say, that’s not me….I have to do it my way.
That’s all part of finding your own natural flow and rhythm.
We gotta find our own beat, and just flow with it.
Life then just becomes a smooth float down a lazy river.
Currently I’m wearing my “simple” face with my new “Organiks”.
Sometimes I put on my OCD face when I am enthralled with ink and paper.
Then there is my joy face, when I paint.
Today I’m relaxing at the beach with my satisfied face….lol
To see my art…..
So after many years being known as “The Organic Artist”, I thought I’d say a little about it.
Organic Art to me is primal, vital, and representational of much more. It may be a formation of rocks caught in macro photography, or a peeling fence, a waving field of grass, or a blob of burnt sienna. Textural paint in a swirl of emotion, or soft waves and washes of color across a plain.
All having to do with time, and the natural occurrences of deterioration in the wild, are elements I try to capture in my paintings.
These leaves are small macro worlds of color decaying, changing, evolving.
They leave you wondering about our fleeting moments.
Creekbed tweek…….30 x 40
Believe it or not this is the same pic as below just digitally tweeked. Amazing isn’t it, what you can do with your art once it’s complete it breeds or morphs into a whole other being.
This is the original…
I still like the original the best, it says what I want it to.
O.K. So it is “First Friday” in Honolulu. The first Friday of the month where the Galleries and restaurants, shops, etc stay open down in Chinatown. Suppose to, well, being billed as the best art night in Hawaii! I’m excited now.
I need a diversion. I take the bus from Waikiki about 7pm…..it’s raining, kind of a dreary night, but I’m hopeful. I meet Will and Rachel on the bus going to the “First Friday” also. They’re adorable Korean tourists with leis on, obviously just arrived, and about 28/30 yrs. old. She confesses she wants to be an artist, and Will says he wants to make music, although he’s not too good at playing the guitar. They both now work in an office to make make daily living costs in Korea…..their dream is to create freely some day. I wonder how many people are stuck in office jobs their whole life wanting to break free and “create”….probably a hell of a lot .
So, at this point we are off the bus and I have taken them under my momma bird wing to walk them thru the dark bum pee streets of back alley Chinatown. There are a lot of homeless people on the back streets of Chinatown, and even with all of the rain in Hawaii, it still reeks of bum pee…..my kids named the smell years ago. I’m sad when Rachel says there are a lot of homeless people in the US…..yes, I admit it is not nice, I feel so bad for them laying on the streets in nooks and crannies and in the rain. Every shred of human dignity dissolved in the muddy streets of Chinatown. I’m seeing this thru the young eyes of a Korean tourist who just 4 hours ago arrived in Hawaii for the first time……..it is rather shocking in an affluent society.
So we are on the look out for art. I really feel like some great art tonight.
Sclock.
That’s all we get.
Are you kidding? THIS is the gallery scene I’ve been hearing about? The first store is a soap and fu-fu trendy little something on the corner. The only thing good about it is the smell.
Then we come across the bubbling mermaid. She is in a kiddy pool, shooting a corner full spectators with soapy water that sprays in fine lines from her fingertips. The people are so starved for art she is making quite a hit on the street corner.
We then found a small gallery with a “reduce, reuse” kind of theme going on. The only thing there that was interesting was a grouping of crayons remelted into beautiful colorful orbs tossed around all of the crayon wrappers in the center, standing upright, but empty in their sleeves…..I guess you had to be there for that one.
THEN……we found the PHOTO BOOTH! It was in a gallery…gallery, is that what I call it? ugh.
There were photos hung way too close to each other….actually stretched, very poorly I might add, saggy, giclees of some Lomo shot photos. I was embarrassed for the artist, and the so called gallery.
The only thing good about it was the PHOTO BOOTH! I will post these pics as soon as Rachel sends them to me. We had a really fun time in the photo booth, I’m no small chicken but we scrunched in there and suddenly became 8 years old when the camera started to flash…….so funny we laughed and laughed…..it was one of those moments, since my brain aneurysm, that I sit back and view my life….I call them my golden life moments………
I am in a photo booth with 2 complete strangers having an amazing life experience, and laughing so hard. Life I am reminded now is precious, every stupid damn moment of it, even amidst the bum pee.
Thanks Will and Rachel I hope your life is filled with golden moments in time.
