As if the world needs another blog…
…I said to myself as I dabbed sienna paint onto a steep silver staircase with a “rust” soaked sea sponge. My mind tends to wander as I paint scenery- especially avant-garde opera sets which are very large and sometimes very strange (though aesthetically pleasing once you get the opportunity to see them together on stage as a whole.) One tends to go on auto-pilot when one spends weeks on a project– burnt umber, burnt sienna, red-brown, orange, red-purple….sponge sponge sponge…rinse, repeat.
And so I think.
I come up with grand painting projects, plots for screenplays, fantastic birthday gifts for my husband, mountain hiking retreats, clever tweets that I always forget by lunch break, production design ideas for deadbeat film directors who later ask me to “donate” my time in lieu of a paycheck(Psshhh, yeah right buddy. Your “passion” doesn’t pay my bills.) And the other day, as I was faux rusting my little heart out, I thought about starting a blog.
This blog, generally speaking, will revolve around art. Not artsy-fartsy-thrust-my-inner-torment-on-the-canvas-oh-my-goddess-I-am-so-creative kind of art. Just…art. My process, my work, tutorials, topics worth pondering, and hopefully collaborations with other artists. I want to make the accumulation of my creative world available to you. And I want to learn about yours– doesn’t matter if you consider yourself an artist, if you experience the world through any kind of sensory perception, you have something to contribute.
A little about myself… (otherwise known as the place where I plead my case for you to stick around and read because I’m interesting, or something. *cough*)
I am a professional scenic artist and I paint sets like this:
|Pippin – American Repertory Theater – 2013|
|The Glass Menagerie – American Repertory Theater – 2013|
|Futurity – American Repertory Theater – 2012|
But I’m also a classically trained portrait artist…so in my free time I paint stuff like this:
However, the path I’m on now is not where I intended to be. I went to school to be an art therapist and I worked with adults with severe and persistent mental illness on inpatient psychiatric units. And at that time, my work was like this:
That is a small piece of my journey. And just as we evolve from day to day, art evolves too. The decisions we make, the experiences that we casually stroll through or hit us like bricks, the people we meet and the stories we hear– they are all added to our repertoire and shape not only who we are, but what we produce.
With that said, I’ll admit I’m terrible at conclusions. But considering this is only the beginning…