The Sketchbook

 
 
 

I often get asked if I have trouble letting go/selling my art work. Not really. I have a few paintings I will keep because of when I painted them or the subject matter. However, if you were to ask me to give up one of my sketchbooks, that would be a hard parting - even though I have a ton. I’ve been painting for 25 plus years and have as many sketchbooks. (I did lose one once on an airplane and called the airline for a week straight to see if anyone ever turned it in. No luck and it was heartbreaking.)  About every 15 pages or so a good painting shines through.  But between those good ones, it’s mostly exploring and art play, making mistakes and unfinished pieces.  I think the number one emotional response I feel when I look back at my old sketch books is, “these aren’t that bad.”  But believe me, at the time, I struggled.  Every time I approached my art that inner critic in me recited the same old list off of all the reasons I am not ever going to be a good artist even before paint hit the paper. “I was wasting a good journal, my time, my paint…” Those kind of thoughts often flooded my mind. However I do believe that my inner critic “The Mega Bitch” quieted down simply because I painted in my journals in spite of her very loud harsh voice.

Recently I spent a day looking through my sketchbooks, I noticed there was a specific time period where I liked the watercolors I produced the most.  Ironically, it was also one of the hardest times in my life.   Nearly 20 years ago, my life took a hard right turn when my 7 year marriage came to an abrupt end.  Just before this marriage ended my art was just starting to sell.  I had participated in my first art show and every painting I submitted sold!  I had a great group of artists in my life and we took classes and painted together a great deal.  I was starting to see myself more than a hobby artist and feeling confident in my skills in watercolors and even considering going to art school. But, with the end of that marriage, I had to tuck those hopes and plans away.  I moved away from that person and the town we lived to start a new life in a new city.   I took my paints, but packed much of my artist ambition away as I focused on finding work, friends and a dentist in Los Angeles.  For the first year or so I didn’t have much of a life beyond work.  I often took my sketchbooks and paints to explore that crazy sunny city.

View from my apartment in Los Angeles

View from my apartment in Los Angeles

There were lots of tears that came with mourning the end of an old life and the uncertainly about myself and future.  The only thing that helped me get out of my head, even for a few hours, was to go and paint.  And quite frankly there were some days I just needed not to cry and I was vain enough to not cry in public. I left my small North Hollywood apartment to paint in gardens, on the coast, in my neighborhood, and in parks.  I painted because it was one thing I knew I was good at.  In those days I didn’t paint out of a drive to become a better artist, but because it was a place of comfort.  Watercolors was this little beacon reminding me of who I was in spite of all the turmoil around me.  Lots of things fell away, but I still had this.  It was really good therapy – whether I meant it to be or not.   And it always calmed my anxious heart if even for a bit.

Of course there are many times I have spent painting in a great mood and it’s a lovely experience.  But painting when you aren’t “yippy skippy” can then become both a way to care for yourself AND work on your art.  By spending time in your sketchbook, you are telling yourself in a very physical way,

“ I have value no matter how I feel and what I learn through this, what I create, what happens IS important!” 

It’s not about creating a masterpiece, it’s about being there, painting in spite of the inner bitch and the bad circumstances. In the act of showing up, opening your sketchbook and dipping your brush in paint, you are breaking through those negative moments and opening yourself up to something new in and giving it room to come out on paper.


The Power of the Sketchbook

Some of my best work I’ve done has been in the pages of my sketchbooks.  After 25 years of painting and as many sketchbooks, I still absolutely love looking through them because I can really see how I’ve grown as a watercolor artist.

Here are just a few of the reasons I love learning/painting/playing in sketchbooks.

1.      For my eyes only.  No pressure.

2.      You can explore and try new subject matter and new ways to use watercolors.  You can be an abstract artist on one page and then do a very detailed ink drawing on the next.  You don’t have to stick to one style, you can do any and everything you want and often many of these “play” watercolors are the seeds for larger work.

3.     Besides collecting actual images, collect poems, words, quotes, song lyrics that inspire your work and vision as an artist. It is in these “paying attention” moments you really learns to SEE.

4.      You can’t tear out the pages, and well, you shouldn’t because they all matter – even what you see as a really bad mistake usually are moment of tremendous growth. 

 Art supply suggestions

Let me first off start by saying, use what you have. Don’t put off working in a sketchbook because you think you need all the supplies to make a great book of art. Talk about pressure! More important than the supplies is the time you spend playing and painting in your sketchbook. That being said, here are a few of my favorite items. (BTW, no one is paying me for plugging these, there are just my tried and true.)

Sketchbook: The best watercolor sketchbooks are Handbook and Moleskin with paper specifically for watercolors. (I even think the Handbook drawing paper is very good.) Choose a book that can lay flat because of it’s binding or it’s spiral bound. If you have one that doesn’t, clip it.  Don’t pick one that is too small either. 

A portable watercolor palette - Make your own from tubes of paint you have or buy one like this Winsor Newton Travel one I’ve used for years and have refilled the cake colors myself because I’ve had it for so long.

One or two brushes: Round watercolor brushes #4 and #8

Pencil and micron pen  I like sepia toned pens and not black for notes and some outlining.  Sometimes the black is seen first and not the paint.  And for me it’s not my style preference.

Reference to Pinterest or Instagram” I paint from images that are not watercolors. Want to paint a rose? Look at a real rose first or a picture of a real rose.  Don’t paint from another watercolor’s artist painting of a rose. Then you end of comparing your work to someone else and well that’s not fair to yourself and learning process.  You need to find and learn to be you and sometimes that takes a bit of time and effort.

I hope this helps you give yourself and your art a try.

Let me know!

Side Hustle No More

At the beginning of the year I knew it was time to finally dive in, take the plunge, to remove the net and just go. So in June of this year I did it. I left my job after 6 years to leave the comfort of steady and needed income for our family to be a watercolor artist full time. And, I did feel ready. Scared, but also ready.

For years I’ve been working day jobs while watercolor painting nights and on weekends. Using my vacation time to take workshops and visit museums and of course paint. Whenever I traveled for work, which was quite a bit in the years before I married and had my daughter, my paints where as important as my make-up bag. It seems like painting has been squished and squeezed into every spare pocket of time. Of all the things I’ve pursued in my life art has not just stuck with me, it has just become a way of life. Sure, I’ve had a million ways to earn an income. I’ve waited tables, been an assistant to so many people, sold everything from pharmaceuticals to shoes, arranged flowers, transcribed market research groups, answered phones(so many phones) was an officer manager at the Watergate, worked for a talent agent in Los Angeles, craft services on a “B” movie set, grad school, children’s ministry, you name it I’ve probably worked there . I’ve been a hard worker and have represented so many employers well. Now it’s time to represent myself and my work with the same diligence and effort. I am thankful for all these jobs, what they’ve taught me, the people I’ve met and the friends I have as a result. Working is never a bad thing even if it’s not what you really want to do.

I’ve dreamed of this time in my life for a long time. For some reason, I always imagined that my transition to full time artist would feel a bit more like finally landing after a rough, choppy and turbulent flight. Instead, I feel like I’m taking off, I’m flying the plane - a bit scared, very excited and in awe of what I will see in the air with goggles on and scarf fluttering behind me. I’m off….

The takeoff isn’t all because of me. It’s a result of every person who has purchased a watercolor from me, taken a class, commissioned me to paint their home, their dog, their wedding bouquet to even giving me a red heart or comment when I posted my work on social media platforms. All of that has been my lift and I’m thankful for so many people who have made this possible for me.

Can I do it? How will I do it? Will I be successful? What is success?

Yes! Step by step and inch by inch. That’s how I’ve learned to paint in watercolors, how I teach it and how I tackle my own art. You break it down, you paint one are at a time, in the same way you eat an elephant, one bite at a time.

Zinnias really are the best flower in the garden.

Zinnias really are the best flower in the garden.

Teaching Watercolors at Bowood Farms

By the looks of this journal blog, it seems as if I have disappeared. But I’m still here, still painting and excited to be doing more teaching.

I’ve been teaching entry level workshops at the beautiful Bowood Farms - Nursery, Garden ,Homestore & Cafe. It’s quite the setting. They have a beautiful space for teaching watercolors. In fact, they offer many classes and I have take a few myself (sashiko embroidery and calligraphy so far). I always enjoy learning something new.

It’s been so exciting to introduce people to the world of watercolors. It never gets old and it’s always thrilling to see someone get excited about watercolors. So often people come into class with all of these ideas about what it mean to be create, paint or even paint in watercolors specifically. Most of them aren’t very positive, let alone true. I can’t tell you how many times I hear that watercolors is the hardest of all the art forms. I hear it over and over. I think they all art forms have their challenges. And fortunately for me I’ve only ever painted in watercolor. So everything else seems hard to me!!! What this means is that before we even hold the brush I spend a little time kicking down these mental blocks. Once our minds are erased of all those negative thoughts and ideas, it really can free a person up to dive in so we can get to the fun, exciting task of creating with water and paint.

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Never Dead

The poetry of earth is never dead.

by John Keats

Even though I've waited through many a long winter.  It's can be so hard to remember that spring, flowers and green, ALWAYS come.  

Always.

Today I'll buy some flowers to help me remember that even though everything looks brown and dead, it is not.  Perhaps the best metaphor there is for the meaning of hope is spring when the winter is heaviest.  

Happy month of love to you all.  One simple kind act can change a person's day.  Let's all do our part. 

A month of LOVE

February... ugh.  

If you live in the Midwest, this time of year is just hard.  There are lots of cold grey days with little sunshine.  I'm always surprised to how much the weather affects my mood.  I know lots of people have a really hard time during the winter months before spring.  February has historically been a pretty hard month for me.  It was in this month my first marriage collapsed, but it was also in this same month I met and fell in love with my current (and "bestest") husband.  We all have stories and maybe some sad ones.  I just think they are even sadder if they take place in the month of February.  I also remember that February was the hardest month for me to learn to spell correctly.  It's weird what you remember...

Mostly,  I just wish I didn't feel like sleeping all the time.  

 On one hand I'm really thankful for whoever started the Valentine theme because there is no other month that could use a shot of red, pink and sprinkles all over it.  And I love red and pink!   And, I love them together.  But on the other hand February has Valentine's Day and that can be a bit irritating with the pressure to have, find or be in love.  I am choosing to celebrate ALL the different kinds of love in my life.  I'm glad to have a husband and romantic love.  But boy am I thankful for all the other types of love out there.  Let's celebrate it, think and focus on it and perhaps these grey days won't weigh so heavy.  

So this month I will be blogging on things that fill my heart with love and joy.  This is so needed   right now.  My life is so far from perfect and the grey days have me heavier than usual.  So know, I'm trying to focus my own mind and heart on anything other than the grey, cold and dreariness.