I think it's the inner un-hipster in me. I can't keep it cool. I just have to throw in some hot red sometimes. I can't be restrained, LOL.
Speaking of superheros, check out the Kryptonite in the leaf.
It's just radioactive, isn't it?
So if you want some super duper love in your life, click this big heroic button:
Guess what you guys!! (You gals!!) This is the start of a brand new series, Agate Agape.
Each one of the backgrounds is going to be modeled after agate stone, which is known for its swirling bands of color, like this:
Naturally I immediately cheated and put in a bunch of pink and yellow, which I am not sure are found in Nature but so be it. It looks rad so it stays.
So that's the "Agate" part of the series. What's "Agape"? Well it's pronounced "Ah GAH pay" and it's a Greek word for the highest form of love. The love of mankind for God, the love of God for mankind, the universal love that permeates the Universe... that is Agape.
So what about the title for this painting? Well, it's (another) reference to the famous secret rock star...
(My favorite part of that song is when The Misfits break in. I always liked their theme a little better. Then again, I usually rooted for the "bad guy" in cartoons, especially Wile E. Coyote and Sylvester the Cat.)
Anyway, enough cartoon nostalgia. The other reason for referring to a gem/jem is the "crystalline" look which I got in one of those stripes. It looks like the gem-like "edge" of the agate crystal where it's still forming.
This picture is so glam that it needs a glam frame, dontcha think? You can get it pre-framed in my shop.
This started out as a companion piece to "Pink Punk Rock Love":
As you can see, they were very much alike when I started them. I was feeling really free and energetic. I wanted to make some noise!!!!
Oddly enough, this rather energetic painting springs from the constant tiredness that I have with Grave's Disease.
When I was really sick last year, I spent hours and hours compiling a file of pictures of things that (to me) were super energetic: pink lipstick, Tina Turner, electric guitars, red high heels, neon lights, spatter paintings, etc. etc. etc.
During those long months I was almost too sick to move, most of the time.
Then a switch flipped, Springtime arrived, and I started painting. This wasn't the first painting to come out... it was maybe the fortieth... but it was always waiting in the wings. It is the visual summary of all those pictures I was compiling, and I love it.
If you love it too, you should get a print. Or get a throw pillow, and toss it around the room while you play loud music. I would totally approve of that.
I know, I broke my own rule! This is definitely NOT a painting of the word LOVE, is it??
I painted this at least two months ago, and I'm only just sharing it now. Why? Because frankly my dear reader, I spent a couple of months down in the dumps and joy was the last thing on my mind. It wasn't anything in particular... just a chemical depression from my thyroid acting up.
But you know what? I could have posted it anyway, because there is another meaning to "joy" besides mere "happiness." Ever since I became a Christian, there is an underlying joy which accompanies me even in my suffering. It is very difficult to describe. It is as if all the sorrows of the world were wrapped up with (and offset by) all of the joys of God.
I still suffer all the time, just like everybody else. But the joy is there, too.
If you would like to give someone a little more joy, or have more of it in your own life, why not get a print?
My last painting, Ode to Mary Ellen, was dedicated to my grandmother. It seemed only fitting to dedicate this one to her husband Walter, my grandfather.
He smokes a pipe, and ever since I was a child I have loved the sweet smell of pipe tobacco. It is never foul as cigarette smoke can be, and it is not insistent like cigar smoke. It insinuates and lingers.
Walter (whom we call "Pop-pop") is a deceptively quiet man. Underneath that quiet exterior lurks a shrewd mind and a subtle sense of humor. I am proud to have him as my grandfather.
Maybe you like this picture because it reminds you of your favorite pipe smoker... or maybe you just like the curly smokey lines in it, or the contrast of the blue against the yellow rose. If you like it, why not buy a print?
There is a generation passing away which I already sorely miss. My father's mother, Mary Ellen, was from that generation. She smoked cigarettes, watched soap operas, kept a beautiful and frugal home, read trashy romance novels, cooked wonderfully, loved her grandchildren, dressed with care, and was amazingly, incredibly kind and big-hearted.
Here she is:
Is there someone in your life or in your memories who makes you nostalgic for the coil of fresh cigarette smoke? Or do you just like the misty swirliness of this painting? Either way, you can get a print by clicking this button:
You might have noticed that this is my first post in awhile.
All my life, I have judged people who just lie around the house doing nothing and feeling depressed. Then my thyroid condition kicked my butt again this winter, and suddenly I became one of those people. Also, my stomach hurt and the last thing I wanted to do was art. Waaaaaaahhhhhh! 😭😭😭😭 Poor poor pitiful meeeeeeee! 😰😰😰😰
All of which is a way of saying, "I'm back. Sorry I was gone for so long."
And I am back with a very wistful painting, because this has been a wistful winter. This painting is about wanting to leave and fly South with the geese:
It was inspired by a song which my husband sometimes plays on the guitar, and when he plays it, it is SHEER MAGIC. Alas, I do not have a recording of said magic, because he is camera-shy. So you will have to make do with this version, which is OTT Western:
Imagine that song sung by a guy who sounds like Richie Valens and looks like Ryan Gosling with a beard, and you'll get an idea of why I'm in love with my husband.
As always, this painting is available as a high-quality print. Git yours while the gittin's good!
This painting is just over the top. It was very improvisational, and I added the word "true" on a whim.
By the way, do you ever wonder how painters just improvise a pen-and-ink drawing with no pencil lines or marks beforehand? The trick is to "draw" the picture invisibly and get an idea of where your pen will go. It's like a dance. Watch and see:
I did lots of video for this painting and it was just sooo fun! Here's the moment when I looked down at the painting and named it. Want to know why I called this "True Love Circus?" Click to watch.
For those of you who can't watch video, the basic idea is that true love is an over-the-top adventure, like a circus. You're doing a wild and crazy thing and taking a big risk when you enter into love. And you don't just take risks in the beginning, you take them all throughout your love. And you know it's a risk because sometimes people fail at love.
And of course, this painting is something of a circus. It's not shy! It's very over-the-top, with hints of rainbows and lots and LOTS of yellow. Which of course is one of my favorite colors. Which isn't saying much because I have many favorite colors!
If you like this painting, and you like true love, why not get a print so that you can have true love on your wall? You can even get it pre-framed. Here it is in the "SLW5" brown frame:
Have you ever gone through a long hard time, or strong physical pain or a bad illness, and then made it out on the other side, miraculously alive? When it happens, everything is more beautiful than it ever was before you suffered. Your body feels incredibly well. It is as through the sun has risen on a beautiful morning.
That is what this painting is about: the sun rising out of darkness. Joy rising out of sorrow. The freshness of a new beginning.
I thought a lot about the name of this picture. I wanted something about the sunrise, and something about renewal, and something about God. (Because this painting is also about God. Think of the joy of renewal on Easter morning.)
Then I was reading in the Bible and came across a reference to God as the "dayspring" and there it was: the perfect name. This is from Luke, Chapter 1, halfway thru verse 78: "...whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us, to give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace."
Ironically for a picture about rebirth, this painting almost "died" as I was painting it. When I put the first layer on I was sure I had ruined it. I tried adding more color and blending but that didn't help.
As I have mentioned before, this has been a problem in the "Rainbows Promise Love" series. Everything starts out looking like it got run over a unicorn... and then I try to fix it.
I didn't want to paint black over it like I have done elsewhere, so I tried another tack: I scribbled over it with a grayish-white conte' crayon. (Not a wax crayon, more like an artist's chalk crayon.) But I still wasn't happy! At this point I really almost gave up on it... then I had the idea of trying just one more thing... I would make a sunrise.
And since it was a sunrise, I made the rose look like a sun, or like it was backlit by the rising sun:
This painting breaks my heart and lifts up my spirit at the same time. On the one hand, I think back on this year and it seems full of darkness and hardship. On the other hand, I feel like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Physically I still feel half-dead sometimes, but my mind is so ready to rebirth and renewal, and I know, I just KNOW that in the New Year I am going to really begin recovering my health, if I can just hold on to my purpose.
Have I managed to convey my feelings? I hope so. I hope this art inspires you to keep going, to face whatever battles you're facing with courage and joy, to spring forth into the future with love in your heart.