Monday, April 10, 2017

Spring: Paintings & Butterflies

Detail of "Flight" by Bonnie Joy Bardos

The old saying is true: you can't stop spring. Green leaves unfurl amid showers of apple dogwood ballet, birds singing at lavender dawn. Today, I hauled baskets of painting supplies out to the front porch studio (as I like to call it) and painted. Azaleas, blue sky, breeze, fish pond trickling--my graceful orange friends weaving along the surface. River Dog has a new friend as studio assistant: Pikachu the cat lazes nearby as River snores. You just can't get good help these days! Jokes aside, I love my little helpers. Just having their peaceful companionship adds to the pleasures of life. And painting. This one is a detail of "Flight": I've been working on a series of smaller butterfly paintings as well as others to celebrate the season.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

The Art of Painting & Sunset

(detail of larger painting 24" x 48", Bonnie Joy Bardos)

“Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.” ~ Rumi

This painting with pink magnolias hung in a couple of exhibits over past months until I brought it home from the last one a week ago. I liked having it come back to me, as if the time apart had given me new eyes and a new way of looking at the piece. I still liked it, but....there were new adventures to be found. A few days ago I picked it up and made some changes with oil paint. It's not like I really needed to do it either: commission paintings need to be worked on and finished around here! However, sometimes the little voice nags on my shoulder, and it frees my spirit to be brave enough to jump off the edge and take the unknown path. February is the month of love. Artists must be in love with what they do, to create and breathe their art. As ever, a painting or sculpture will take me on a long journey: it's a story. Mine. Yours. Layers build up, disappear, new images and colors bloom. Sometimes inertia sits there forever, until the day comes: I pick up a brush, paint, and reconnect the heart and soul without fear. The twists, turns, pitfalls become something of beauty, of light, of truth. There it is: life unfolding.

Winter in February brings buds emerging. I picked two daffodils last evening, walking River dog along the street. Climbing over dry grass and brambles in a long-abandoned lot, I picked yellow sunshine to bring back home, holding them in my hand the whole way home, sniffing the light scent of spring. Joy in those little things! Those promises that life does go on all around: the robins coming in, forsythia dancing along branches. An emergence of this world.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

New Beginnings On The Road of Art

"Every morning, even before I open my eyes, I know I am in my bedroom and my bed. But if I go to sleep after lunch in the room where I work, sometimes I wake up with a feeling of childish amazement — why am I myself? What astonishes me, just as it astonishes a child when he becomes aware of his own identity, is the fact of finding myself here, and at this moment, deep in this life and not in any other. What stroke of chance has brought this about? What astonishes me, just as it astonishes a child when he becomes aware of his own identity, is the fact of finding myself here, and at this moment, deep in this life and not in any other." ~ Simone de Beauvoir

Every year, I write a New Year entry to this blog, although I find myself a few days behind on catching up this time around. Years do that, you know. Winter in this old house slows me down to: every winter I fuss and vow to never suffer through another one in the starving artist fashion of hand-warmers, wool socks, layers and layers of clothing. Is it the slower I go, the behinder I get? I remind myself it's OK. Just OK to be here, maybe slower than usual, but grateful to have gotten up one more day, and like Simone de Beauvoir, am astonished at being deep in this life and not in any other. Martha Graham said that there is no one else like you. That's pretty powerful stuff to us creative types. I can't imagine being any other way. Perhaps it's living in between worlds, aware of this physical one, aware of a metaphysical layer. Yesterday as snow covered the earth, branches and light came in the windows, I took a picture of the moment with my smart phone that is smarter than me. Blue winter sky, sparkles, white on dark, ripples. Layers of things to watch, learn, ponder. Life goes on...

Saturday, December 10, 2016

December: Thoughts & Journeys

Photo: Teaching myself Instagram...bit by bit.

Winter white glistens each morning now--although autumn's leaves were slow to fall this year; clinging to branches in crimson, scarlet, tangerine, russet. As ever, my paint colors reflect life all around; nature the eternal muse. The outer world shouts, roils, thumps at my door: yet day after day, I return to the paints, colors, images upon the canvas and find all the answers there. As ever, that's what artists do: in order to make sense (if anything can) of the world in their own way. I teach myself life (and Instagram) bit by bit. Below, a painting detail of a piece I've been working on, from the Lone Boat series I started years ago. This one has many layers, and the more I've worked on it, the more the depths and mysteries within delight something within my being. This is the first round.

Painting: detail of "Lone Boat" series, a work in progress

Update: here's the finished painting.

Almost too late to walk in the woods, but I did,
anyway. And stepping aside for a moment
from the shadowy path to enter
darker shadow, a favorite circle of fir trees,
received a gift from the dusk:

a small owl, not affrighted, merely
moving deliberately
to a branch a few feet
further from me, looked
full at me—a long regard,
steady, acknowledging, unbiased.

~ Denise Levertov, "Creature to Creature"

Finally, I just have to stick a photo of me and River dog here. He turns 5 this Christmas: I adopted him from Shar-Pei rescue when he was 6 months old and had to have an eye removed. When we drove home from Raleigh, he put that sweet little snout on my arm and it was love. The best studio assistant, he paints with me outside in warm months, inside during the cold. Usually, he's snoring or basking in the sun while I do the work. That's my boy! Dogs don't worry like we humans do. Maybe a bit of worry over what'll be in the dinner bowl, but around here there's always something in my sweet boy's bowl. Always. As this year winds down, I stand back to count my blessings. Paint, dog, roof, old truck. Good friends. Thank you for reading this blog, and may you always find some pearl within.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

November: Changes of Life & Art

"Storm Warning", 12" x 24", Bonnie Joy Bardos

“ is a serious thing
just to be alive on this fresh morning
in this broken world.” ~ Mary Oliver

November has arrived, the month that quivers between fall and winter. Here in the mountains of North Carolina, we've had an Indian summer with a long dry spell, warm days, golden leaves. I bought large pots of marked-down jeweled plum chrysanthemums from a garden center, hauled them home in the truck's front seat and plopped the big pots on the front porch. Luckily, because the weather has been dry, warm, bearable: I've been able to extend painting time on the front porch, rather than having to move paints, tables, easels back inside for winter. Yes, I know. It's coming!

The mums rode home up front with me: the seat overflowing with color and spicy scents, the overhead drive home filled with gold, crimson, blue; corn stalks low in dusty fields, a reminder of long-ago childhoods. All things change, as does life, art, our perceptions of things. Yet, truth remains the same. Something to think about.

Here is a new painting, still in progress, but nearly completed...inspired by colors from a fall day, the hint of a storm on the horizon. Shades of lush plums, blues, and images live in those endless depths. Like the changing sea, skies overhead hold multitudes. And, so do we.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Seasons: Art & Life

Back from New Mexico, Art Trek open studio weekend over, (although the gallery exhibit continues through mid-month), I'm home working on new paintings, one a commissioned piece. Other than the hot water heater flooding the basement, life continues around the old Art House. River was glad to get me back, and lies on the front porch, easels spread around as we paint. More like he basks in the sun and I do the work. Dogs really are smarter than we give 'em credit for! Butterflies flit, hummingbird stragglers sip at feeders--they'd better head off to warmer climes soon. I'd like to myself! New Mexico swirls through my mind: blues, terra cotta, sap green, dusky purple, gold. You'll see a few pictures from the visit, along with Patricia Carlisle Fine Art on Canyon Road--it was a pleasure to visit Chip, Patty and crew, and see my work hanging in such a beautiful space. There's also a picture of a painting I'm working on. New Mexico is bound to seep through the layers!

“Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.” ~ Mary Oliver

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Art Trek Open Studio & Santa Fe

"Esto Perpetua: Primal", 48" x 60", Bonnie Joy Bardos

It's time to take that long anticipated trip to New Mexico: blue skies and drying chili peppers swinging in the breeze, Canyon Road and silver mesas in morning sun, turning into gold light pouring into evening. September brings Art Trek open studios when I return: September 24-25; a preview party at the Upstairs Artspace on September 23 from 5-7 p.m. All participating artists will have work displayed in the gallery until October 14. I'll have sculpture, paintings and more at my Art House. If the weather is good, paintings will be displayed in the front Japanese maple/fish pond garden, on the front porch, and on inside the house. Welcome to my world! This painting is 4' x 5', gray-scale and desert tones, finished with a hint of cold wax. It's one of the most striking paintings I've ever done, with many layers. At different times of day, it changes as the light moves...late afternoon and evening brings the fire out from the background.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

~ Walt Whitman, excerpt from "Song of the Open Road, I"

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Late Summer Paintings

Into the Sunset, 12" x 36", Bonnie Joy Bardos

'My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.' ~ Rumi

Outside the study window, old stained glass glowing blue, rose, gold in filtered light, millions of rain drops fall from a pearl gray sky. Endlessly--enough where the poor dog can't get out to bask in afternoon sun, I can't paint out on the front porch studio, and the basement in this old house is full of those very same drops. Maybe billions of them. The yard turns to wild jungle, no mower will go forth bravely into it this day. And to paraphrase Macbeth, nor tomorrow, or tomorrow or tomorrow either for that matter.

My work is influenced by what's happening right now. If I'm writing a newspaper column, I don't have a set plan for it, more like a go with the flow kind of deal: the biggest thing I'll do is scribble an idea on scrap paper to remind myself that it's an "Ah HA! idea". So, I just sit and write about what ever has come up that very day and make a little tale a big lesson. Usually the paper ends up getting their money's worth for my two cents of thought.

For this painting, sunset, season, and sky influence the colors. I can only paint what I love and how I feel: it's never about an actual place: I leave that for others to do. That's not my bag, not my scene. The metaphysical always has intrigued me, those delicious mysteries I can't see, only know. Sort of like filtered light through the stained glass. Perhaps I've been reading too much Alice Hoffman. Maybe I'll read more....

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Late Summer Art & Magic

( Photos: Love people who buy art and support living artists! New paintings from the outside summertime studio)

It's August. And it's H-O-T. Mornings, (after coffee on the porch swing) I paint outside on the front porch, my 'studio' surrounded with wisteria vines dripping, butterflies, hummingbirds, and life. And mosquitoes. I just can't paint inside when the sun's out, flowers are blooming, and life is full and green. Sweat rolls off my face, into the paint. Mercy, I think. It's HOT! It is. Such is life of an artist: paint when and where you can.

There's not always air-conditioned comfort or lunch prepared for noon. Uh uh. Not happenin'. Oh yes, there are days when I wish, wish, wish that lunch would just magically appear in front of me, ready to enjoy. Uh uh. Usually on a muggy summer day, by that time, I'm ready to head inside with River dog leading the way. We stand at the refrigerator, door open: wishing for that Magic Lunch to appear. Still, I'm grateful, here I've had a morning of good work with brushes, fingers, sponges dipped in color. Things happen. It's always magical, and part of the journey. In a few months, I'll be whining about freezing to death in this old house of mine. Still I'll be at it inside, at the kitchen easel, out in afternoon sunshine when brief respite warms the day up enough, and flinging paint. Working on sculpture. There's a long-time pattern to this, one that says keep going, keep going, keep going. Make art while you're here.

So far, this has been one of my best art years: I still haven't had to go get a side job as bag-boy at the grocery store. Or beg friends to save me from the abyss: artists don't tend to own a lot (if any) stock, live rich, or think like bankers do. I don't. I have no stock, retirement, or silver spoon. No one's ever left me a trust or legacy. I'm it. So far, the dog gets fed, I try to get fed, buy a few plants for the garden and pay my bills. The mortgage payment looms monthly, but there we go, keepin' on. Thank you, universe. Gratitude never fades.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Loving The World

"My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird — equal seekers of sweetness." ~ Mary Oliver
"Summer Wind", 12" x 24": Bonnie Joy Bardos

"Into the Mystic", 12" x 36" (sold): Bonnie Joy Bardos

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Songs of the Earth: Ode to Joy

The Songs of the Earth series features paintings inspired by spring. All winter, I painted large canvases, even on days when paint froze and light was dim. These works are filled with joy, color, delight in the Earth and all her beauty.

"Ode to Joy" from Songs of the Earth, Bonnie Joy Bardos, 48" x 60"

Poppies bloom, branches, vines, fruit, fiddlehead ferns and stalks of flower pods emerge. Lotuses spike from water, circles of life and line float. Bamboo shoots, bees, butterflies, birds, tree frogs, words appear magically. Some works feature Moon Hare and haloed birds. They're all connected: as we are--to Mother Earth. Themes of my long time love of Jungian symbology intertwine.

Thanks to a Regional Artist Project grant from the Arts Council of Henderson County, in cooperation with the North Carolina Arts Council (a division of the Dept. of Cultural Resources) and the Tryon Fine Arts Center, etc. I was able to purchase several 48" x 60" canvases for the series "Songs of the Earth". I hope the gratitude I feel for this and life shines through.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Songs of the Earth: Art Exhibit Through May 16

"Songs of the Earth" has been hung, labeled, and is almost ready--lighting will be adjusted, and I'll have a little rest after all that! Thank goodness for good friends Pat and Dom Ferullo who helped hang paintings yesterday; for Cinda Austin and Chet Chavez planning refreshments, Gary Corn and James Blanton for wine--reception eve. This show runs March 31 through May 16 at the historic Tryon Depot/Millard & Company, 22 Depot Street, Tryon NC. Open weekday business hours from 10-5. The opening reception will be April 8 from 5-7 p.m. It's dedicated to my long-time friend Biddie Dawson, who has been like a mother, sister, dear friend ever since I moved to Saluda. Hope to see you at the opening!

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

"Songs of the Earth" Gallery Show

Songs of the Earth features new paintings inspired by spring. All winter, I painted large canvases, even on days when paint froze and light was dim. These works are filled with joy, color, delight in the Earth and all her beauty.

Poppies bloom, branches, vines, fruit, fiddlehead ferns and stalks of flower pods emerge. Lotuses spike from water, circles of life and line float. Bamboo shoots, bees, butterflies, birds, tree frogs, words appear magically. Some works feature Moon Hare and haloed birds. They're all connected: as we are--to Mother Earth. Themes of my long time love of Jungian symbology intertwine.

Thanks to a Regional Artist Project grant from the Arts Council of Henderson County, in cooperation with the North Carolina Arts Council (a division of the Dept. of Cultural Resources) and the Tryon Fine Arts Center, etc. I was able to purchase several 48" x 60" canvases for the series "Songs of the Earth". I hope the gratitude I feel for this and life shines through.

The opening reception is April 8 from 5-7 p.m. at Millard & Company's Depot Gallery room on 22 Depot Street, Tryon, NC, 28782. The show runs March 31 to May 16, open business week hours to the public.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Under Snow, Life Blooms

"In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer." ~ Albert Camus

Despite snow, wind, ice: I'm working on large paintings for an upcoming one-woman show (reception April 8, March 30-May 16 at the historic Depot in Tryon NC), surrounding myself with colors of spring and summer with a world of white outside my windows. This painting is 48" x 60", in progress, from "Songs of the Earth" series. Winter is the toughest time of year for many artists: financially, spiritually, and physically. Last week, my paints froze as I used them! Life goes on: under the heavy snow lie buds whirled tight. Blue birds flit among winter branches, startling blue upon gray.

Lenten roses bloom despite freezing temperatures. Inside my old house, I bundle up with layers and layers, feeling more like a polar bear than human! Thanks to support from an N.C. Grassroots Artist grant combined with my own funds, big canvases arrived by tractor trailer three weeks ago, and after un-crating them off the wood pallet, I've pulled them free of wrappings and started composing music upon their white blank sheets in the form of colors inspired by warmth and spring ahead. This particular one, yet untitled, blooms with blush pink, hints of blue, green, tangerine and more. Others bloom as well: I've created my own invincible summer, right in the heart of winter.

Friday, December 4, 2015

December Painting & Musings

"I am the product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books." ~ C.S. Lewis

This is a new painting I started last week when outside on an unseasonably warm (over 50 degrees) Saturday afternoon here in the mountains. Yes, I completely missed our small town's local holiday tailgate market. Sometimes the life of an artist diverts and darts down narrow side paths: good intentions turn into other kinds of good intentions. While I'm sure the tailgate market did just fine without me, I missed the socializing and stocking up on cold weather vegetables and goodies. Perhaps when the muse is upon us, we just have to go with it. I keep going, muse or not. Sometimes art itself is the muse, perhaps! Sometimes it's those empty sunlit rooms, solitude, wind under the tiles. And endless books. O, muse, you have many faces.

This month, I'll have informal open studio Saturdays, weather permitting, from 1-3 p.m.; although it's always a wise idea to call ahead. Just in case the muse has called me to the tailgate market. Happy Holidays from River dog and me to you.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

November Painting & Thought

Landscape painting (10" x 20"), Bonnie Joy Bardos, 2015

“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.” ~ Martha Graham

This is the week of Thanksgiving, when families and friends gather and count blessings. November has, like all this year, flown by on feathers of a whisper, all too fast. Cold weather has arrived, but I find a tease of warmth outside in afternoon sun. Here's one of my latest paintings I've worked out on the back deck on. Influenced by Mother Nature herself: colors, breeze, feel, the heart and brush work peacefully together. River dog lies under my feet as we both move with the all-too-quickly moving sun, as she sinks lower and lower daily over the tree line. We watch these things, the lengthening purple of shadows. I don't tend to paint actual scenes like many do, but choose to filter all the places and thoughts into something more metaphysical. It is. It isn't. It is! Inhaling views, trees flashing by on winding back roads, sun flitting down through evening light...I just try to catch the moment, the feel. Then put it to the canvas with all my heart.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

November Art & Musings

"Sunset", Bonnie Joy Bardos 12" x 36"

November brings shorter days, a lengthening night...scarlet and yellow leaves cling to dark figures of trees in a pale evening mist. It's been a peaceful day here in the mountains. So, I've holed up inside with River dog who curls nearby, written a newspaper column and hit the 'send' button, eyed some art projects to get in progress. Always percolating, as I call it. On the easel, I've got a companion piece to this one called "Sunset" (sold): 12" x 36" makes for a long horizontal landscape, which piques the viewer's interest. This week, I'm hoping for another of my sculptures to be accepted in a juried show, so will keep you updated. Meanwhile, here are gleanings from Octavio Paz. The stars write. Are you looking up?

I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out. ~ Octavio Paz, Brotherhood

Update: "Whirl" is on view at the 15th Regional Juried Show with Tryon Painters & Sculptors through December 19.

"Transcending" is in the sculpture exhibit at Tryon Fine Arts Center through this month.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

October Musings: Sculpture Show & Paintings

Truman Capote said, "To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make." He also said: "Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself."

I think artists, and that includes musicians, visual, writers and all, are born knowing notes. Over time and space the notes emerge clearer. Institutions of higher learning teach and meld, but it's up to us to find the song, in whatever way it pours forth. Rearrange the notes to suit yourself, indeed.

"Transcending" has been accepted in an upcoming October/November exhibit at Tryon Fine Art Center's Sculpture 2015 (juried by Harry McDaniels of Asheville, NC). Fall has arrived, and I'm eager to get back to creating some new sculpture works when skies are blue and leaves sing with yellow, scarlet, and vermilion hues. I've got my name in the pot for an artist grant to purchase materials with, with hopes of working on room-size paintings too. An artist never retires, just keeps on making art!

Monday, September 14, 2015

September Musings

The light passes
from ridge to ridge,
from flower to flower—
the hepaticas, wide-spread
under the light
grow faint—
the petals reach inward,
the blue tips bend
toward the bluer heart
~ excerpt from "Evening" by H.D.

Painting: Evening Gold: 20" x 30", Bonnie Joy Bardos

**I thank Golden Paints for their generous supply of Golden Acrylic mediums and paints in conjunction with their Artist Seconds Program. For years, I've belonged to this program for working artists, and benefited immensely from being able to obtain a wonderful array of various materials they've shared.**

Monday, September 7, 2015

September Musings

'With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.' ~ Lope de Vega

Early September brings long days outside, painting on new pieces for the upcoming studio tour this month. As ever, I've got several paintings in progress, a sculpture that I'm wanting desperately to start putting together, and a million other things on the 'to do' list. Around here, the art comes first. Well, actually the dog does. Then the art. Stick in some gardening time, and a moment to rest with a book, and it's a fine day. Yesterday, I painted all day long into late evening, until there was no steam left. By the time sunset came, I was wondering what normal lives are like.

'Tis true artists follow a different path; however, there's got to be time to sit down and be in a soft September evening, blue dreams peeking through the golden light setting in the west. A Neil Gaiman book to pick up for a few minutes. Flowers in a glass jar. Watching how light streams through 100-year-old stained glass, painting a lavender pink on an old white mantel.

Art Trek of the Foothills sponsored by Upstairs Artspace, a non-profit arts organization, will be September 19-20; with a preview party Friday, September 18, 5-8 p.m. at the gallery, 49 S. Trade Street, Tryon, NC. Maps to area artists' studios available. Free and open to the public!

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Summer Paintings & Joy of Old Trucks

Painting: Bonnie Joy Bardos, from the "Songs of the Earth" series, 30" x 30", oil on linen (still in progress)

August rolls into town with her dusty suitcases and a hint of fall in the air today: while it's hot still, there's that inevitable turning of time, the changing light, the coolness of morning when hummingbirds dance. It's the time of butterflies, the sense of loss, the poignant gathering of memory. I remember red crisp apples bending branches low over the summer garden, the bright yellow buses that will come soon: how it all fleets by in an instant. Today, I take the old beater truck that loving friends gave me to be my 'art truck' after I had so much trouble with keeping the old VW alive one more year. Windows down, peace sign swinging, zebra-striped floor mats trimmed in hot pink, the truck and I drove along winding roads with a cathedral of trees, eyes of blue sky peeking through. Over to leafy-green historic Flat Rock we went, an August breeze running her fingers through my hair. Watching all these things, feeling them, all comes into what I'm painting. I just absorb it all, along with the kindness of others. Then go to work, brush in hand.

"Artists don't get down to work until the pain of working is exceeded by the pain of not working." ~ Stephen DeStaebler (sculptor)

Monday, July 20, 2015

Summer Paths & Art

"Guard within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how
to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how
to acquire without meanness; know how to replace in your heart,
by the happiness of those you love, the happiness
that may be wanting to yourself." ~ George Sand

Late July brings blankets of heavy humidity and heat to the small town of Saluda: here in the mountains of Western North Carolina. There's a magical shimmer to winding roads, a veil of dense green, the cathedral of trees and vines. This is life: a sense of primal. Ancient seas once covered these mountains, now a soft blue sea of sky unfolds to the horizon, where far seas kiss the earth's feet. While I don't love the extremities of summer, I do love the landscape, the feel, the remembering of childhood spent outside on long, lazy days. Lately, I've had to move most of my larger painting projects inside. Some remain outside, such as a bee hive (no bees in it yet!) and small things, but large paintings are now worked on inside unless the temperature drops under 80. More interesting for you might be how I've been working on them at night...even at 10:30 which usually is Netflix movie or good book time before bed. I turn the year-round Christmas light strands on in the vintage kitchen, kick-up WNCW tunes on the stereo, and paint in almost darkness at the old wood kitchen easel. My eyes don't mind the dim yet colorful glowing lights: wonderful surprises happen when I let go of having to have 'enough' light, or wait for the 'right' time to work. There is never going to be the perfect condition. There is no telling what passerby may think...the glow of Christmas lights peeking from old house windows. An artist lives here.

Esto Perpetua: Silver Light, Bonnie Joy Bardos (available at Patricia Carlisle Fine Art, 554 Canyon Road, Santa Fe NM)

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Life, Art & Unknown Roads

A delicate gray-scale palette, this painting has been shipped off to Santa Fe, to Patricia Carlise Fine Art, 554 Canyon Road: I've fallen in love with the horizontal format. It's exciting to travel new roads (unless lost on an interstate exit like I was yesterday)! Even bohemian artists may need a GPS or road map, despite their love of the unknown, the uncertain. Life, like a new canvas, is an adventure.

"Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant," wrote Georgia O'Keeffe. "It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest."

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Painting the Life of an Artist

June arrives in a spill of roses, blue skies, sparkling daisies and birds flitting all around, plus late evening showers that paint green velvet throughout the landscape. I work steadily, sometimes working on sculpture in between bouts of painting. Mornings, I'm out front on the porch, listening to the fish pond fountain trickle peacefully while River dog lazes in the sunshine close by. Evenings, I often move to the back deck, paint awhile, then take time for a glass of wine and peaceful sunset. Today, I finished up a large black and white landscape to ship out to the gallery in Santa Fe. When the gallery 'wants it yesterday', I'm on it. Whether it's someone wanting a small piece or a large one, I don't hesitate or put it off. Serious artists do that: they're doing their best to earn a living, as meager as it may sometimes be. They don't wait until they feel like it. They pull out the paints, the canvas and set about a new beginning. As ever, no matter how exhausted I may be by the end of the day, how sore the feet are, the covered with paint, I'm just grateful to do what I was meant to do in this world. There's truly nothing I'd rather do more! For those who spend their lives wishing they were doing it, whatever it may be, I say: don't wait. Do it. Do it now, while you can. Make a difference. Give yourself the gift of time, even if 15 minutes a day to do what you love. Now.

Esto Perpetua: Solace Bonnie Joy Bardos, available at Patricia Carlisle Fine Art, 554 Canyon Road, Santa Fe New Mexico

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Art: Life in Bloom

A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.

~ Sara Teasdale, excerpt from 'May Day'

May brings warmer weather, bloom, bluebirds flitting to and from the nest. Almost every day, I'm painting outside on the front porch: pink honeysuckle twines around the railing, I paint cobalt blue garden signs, watering can, paintings. In between sorting and sifting through belongings: sending some off to charity, some to sell, some to give away to friends, I'm still amazed how much 'stuff' accumulated over the years. One thing I never have too much of guessed it, ART. Mine and others. Work in progress. Art supplies. Vases of brushes. One positive note about cleaning up and out is there is a bit more space. For art. Thought of the day: Bloom. Just bloom.