Making sure I keep up my writing is always difficult when my life restarts. Fall has come and I’m both teaching and attending a new set of classes. But I want to make sure I don’t neglect what I’ve been trying to build here. I’ve come up with a new idea as far as making …
My first year in Boston has been the type of experience that I’ll write about in fifty years to describe how on earth I got where I hope to get. I graduated college in May of 2011 at 17 with a handful of latin phrases, shows, internships, travel, and a wide array of artistic experiences …
Apparently when your weekends are actually free, interesting things happen. On Friday I got a text from a friend of mine telling me that there was a music festival in Jamaica Plains on Saturday. Rather than holing up in my apartment playing music or painting, I made the trek down to Jamaica Plains and enjoyed …
This week I learned a new story called the Magical Burro. It was actually one of the stories that a classmate of mine learned and performed in my January storytelling class at Lesley. It stuck with me all this time and I thought it was about time to learn it. When I’m learning a story, …
Recently, my best friend, Simone, and I decided to go exploring. She’s been living in Boston for about two months now and I’ve been here for a year and a summer. I didn’t explore much in my first year, at least not on purpose. I had enough adventures going to places I had to go, …
I’m still learning about blogging. In fact, I’d say I’m still learning about most things and hopefully I will continue to do so. The STUDIO of Possibilities, a community art idea I’ve been working on, has been growing pretty rapidly recently. At least as far as Facebook likes. My business-trained boyfriend has a hand in …
Abstract art is made in many different ways, its just as broad a statement as “paintings” or “songs.” Personally, I find inspiration in color itself. When I look at a blank canvas I don’t feel intimidated, I just get tired of the white. One of my largest paintings I started by thinning out pure orange …
I do many things, but photography is not one of them. Yes, I like to take pictures. Lots and lots of really bad pictures in fact. Once or twice I’ve managed to capture something that I actually like, usually after taking the same picture about ten times from slightly different positions. Today’s picture is not …
When every painting that I am working on is wet, my skin is stained a myriad of colors, and I actually start to think some of my paintings might be finished, it’s been a good day in the studio.
I accomplished all three marks today as I lost track of time in the circle of paintings I created. Currently, I’m working on three knitted canvasses, four medium sized canvasses, a circular canvass, and four small pieces. It’s little wonder I’ve only finished one painting since I moved to Boston. I joked with my best friend that I replaced working on my six foot tall paintings by working on ten pieces. When I said it, I through I was exaggerating. Turns out I wasn’t.
My new studio is an absolute blessing. With the plastic I’ve laid on the floor and the knowledge that I have every color of paint I would need to fix-up my room, just in case, I can let go and paint. Red splotches stain the white curtain in my room and there were rivers and puddles of thinned out blue paint on the floor and I just kept moving.
I touched all twelve of my paintings today. Though they are all in different stages, I’ve decided that at least one of them will be finished by the end of my Art Month. Hopefully I’ll have a new collection that I can start sending out to the world, or at least to the Boston community.