A new artwork to present to you, for now it is called “The Timeline”. But I am unsure if this title will stick.
Somewhere on a level that I did not understand, I had begun this painting without a clear idea of what story I wanted it to convey. It has taken a back seat to other obligations more than once. I am finally able to say that it is finished. ((Well, except for a few tweaks that I didn’t notice until I brought it into new light)).
(New light..) I usually bring my art down from my studio to photograph outdoors in natural light. Then, they sit with me for a bit so that I can observe them in unexpected moments, to see if there is anything I am not happy with.
I see in this painting the juxtaposition of both an achingly extreme feeling of sadness and one of beauty. The morning glories twist and weave as they bind themselves to the woman. Where one stops the other begins again. Each are woven into the fabric of time and life together.
Carl Yung said, “Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.” Often we are taught to be ashamed of feelings of uncertainty, anger, pain and sadness, but to me, they are of equal value and importance to their counter emotions. For as the verse goes “to everything there is a season and every purpose a reason”. (Ecclesiastes) and without experiencing both extremes, how would we ever really learn to appreciate and strive for better.
September Greetings to you on this, almost middle of the month already. Where does time go? I never understood what adults meant when they said this. But as my life has slowed down and our nest emptied…I am all too aware of the fleeting essence of time.
On August 21 I lost my dad. He would’ve been 81 the following 31st. He was quarantined with Covid, appeared to be mending, and joked with the nurses at 3:30am, and at 5am he was gone. We jokingly called my dad the cat with 9 lives, because he had a lot of very serious health complications that he’d always managed to fight back from, until this time.
If you’re here for the art, then please see my current work in progress. However, if you continue reading, I should warn you that my next paragraphs are opinions about Covid, unvaccinated, and selfishness.
Covid is still a very real problem in nursing and memory care facilities. Of all places this confounds me the most. Why???!!! The people who need protected the most-yet people carelessly continue to spread this virus without care.
Yes, I am a bit bitter and fed up with humanity in general. At the very root of this problem, people simply refuse to be uncomfortable or stay away from a moment of pleasure; but rather, put someone defenseless, like the elderly at risk. Quite frankly, what does this say about us as a society? Not much, in my own opinion.
If you’re still reading, then bravo! Because that tells me you are a mask wearer and vaccinated. Thank you. ❤️😷
I was scrolling Pinterest this week and I ran across this poem. I truly wish I’d had or known of it before before my Dad’s graveside service. Instead I will share it with you.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamonds that glint in the snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry: I am not there; I did not die. ~Mary Elizabeth Frye
I have decided to create a limited number of a keepsake painted journal this year. These hard back books are hand painted by me and I just added them to my etsy shop for the holiday shopping season 2022
Each book is 8.5×11 inches, with 110 blank 75 lb pages by artist loft from Michaels.
I use professional grade acrylics and a mat sealant to protect the artwork
I will take a few special order requests-please allow 2-3 weeks for these
please feel free to contact me with any questions
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.~Mark Twain
Many artists will not or do not like to share a title for their art. The arts personal meaning is very personal and causes an internal struggle with revealing too much in personal experiences or emotions. Another reason we do not like to title work, is the immediate influence it has on the person listening/viewing and their understanding of the work becomes immediately skewed.
Quite simply-Once a title is visible it begins to guide or sway our thoughts. Effectively minimizing the possibilities of interpretations. The “ideal” being to let these thought processes occur naturally and uninfluenced.
The Art: I’ve been fascinated by crows for a long time, so naturally I was attracted to this album cover art from the 90s. And, I am a big fan of The Black Crows hit song She Talks to Angels. Like me, the song resonates with a lot of people. Most seem to believe that the song lyrics are referring to addiction. It quite possibly is that. But for me personally, it about mental health, loss, and coping.
I sold this art a long time ago. (I’ve recently been revisiting my art images and came across this one) I am considering recreating this artwork in my digital drawing program with maybe a few tweaks. Should I?
Below are the link and lyrics of the song I am discussing. If you are not familiar with song have a listen. Let me know your thoughts.
She never mentions the word "addiction" In certain company Yeah, she'll tell you she's an orphan After you meet her family She paints her eyes as black as night now She pulls her shades down tight Girl, give a smile when the pain come Pain, the only thing don't make it alright Says she talks to angels Said they call her out by her name Oh well, she talks to angels And they call her out by her name, ooh yeah She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket She wears a cross around her neck They say that the hair was from a little boy The cross from someone she had not met No, not yet Says she talks to the angels And they call her out by her name Well, she talks to angels And they call her out by her name She don't know no lover None that I've ever seen To her that don't mean nothin' But to me, it means Means everything Means everything
The magic of trees has intrigued me most of my life. They’re a place to rest, a place to ponder life or just while away time on a hot summer day. My kids climbed and played amongst them growing up like i did too. They are a life giving source and home for the smallest insect to us.
When it come to art, I guess I’m most known for tree paintings. I’ve created them in every genre or medium I have ever explored through the years. They just find their way into my work. I’ve never made it a secret about how fascinated I am about the life of trees and their importance to our survival .
The Surreal Tree Art: There were a lot of pieces to this series, that began around 2008 through 2015 or thereabouts. I do not know where all the images are these days. Most likely they are locked away in my external hard drive, which I cannot operate and IMO is a devil in technology form.
Click pics to see the full image. I will be listing the available art in the shop with a discounted price! It is time for the rest of them to find homes. If you’re interested let’s talk.
Before i go I want to share a tree story. Some of you may not believe me, nonetheless, it is true and my husband was a witness.
The story: There is a TikTok trend going around where a person will stand near a tree branch and ask the tree to touch them and it does. First, I thought someone was off camera forcing the limb toward the person, because it just seemed too unreal. More and more of these videos appeared in my tik tok feed. So one day, James and I were standing near the drooping branches of a pine tree. I shared the story with him and declared I was going to try, and I did. In fact, I did it twice. I asked the tree if it would touch me and the branch began to move. It touched me both times. My husband‘s eyebrows almost shot off his forehead in surprise. I was grinning like a kid on their birthday. We made our way back to the house in silence. I’ve been watching to see if someone comes forward with a scientific explanation or theory to debunk what happens—nothing yet. I know what I experienced and I’m pretty sure that the tree knows some thing more, something beyond what we may ever understand. After all, they were here before us and will be here long after were gone.
I wonder if any of you have shared this experience with me?
There is a meme that’s been round for years that claims we are all just food for nature and trees-and this is why they take care of us by providing nutrients and oxygen….
I know I know! It is a landscape….WTH!!?? Val doesn’t do “landscapes”. But she just did.
How, when, why? My answer: quite by accident. We were watching tv and I was doodling on my iPad. I was playing around with making a sun and it grew from there, literally.
I’m not sure of the emotions behind it-but I feel like this person is missing the Appalachian mountains that our family think of as home. There is a physical and emotional sense of peace and ease when whenever I visit. Many neighbors won’t understand this because we already live in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. But when you explain that our current elevation is a little over 700 feet, and where we lived, played and worked ranges from 2,000 to 4400 feet they look back with blank stares.
So yeah, I guess this makes me a mountain girl, a hillbilly, a hick or whatever other slang term you wish to use to label or put me in a box.
At some point each of us feels a need or urge to escape, feeling like we are better, bigger, more important than what home offers. We spend years scraping and scrabbling to leave the small town behind. Striving to attain the “golden ticket”. Only to one day, somewhere down the line, discover we never really left home base behind. It is always a part of us and will forever be rooted deep inside.
Whatever ever place you find yourself in now-continue to grow and broaden your mind and views. And remember, it is ok to hold on to who and where you came from. It is the foundation from where who you are and who you will be, a part of you forever.
You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.”
A new purpose and look for this blog is to apply a sense of meaning and purpose as well as refreshment. it is very obvious that I am no longer able/willing to post every week. If forced, I could come up with some claptrap that would be basic and boring, but that is not me. However, I am committing to myself this new purpose and cut down on some of the middle man fees and expenses associated with selling my art.
This purpose has taken form in a complete overhaul of my blog. Nothing fancy, or flashy, just me slogging through the muck of my limited understanding technology to revamp the look and reason. At the best of times, my limited knowledge (and more limited patience) are average at T best. I’ve always said that I know just enough to be a danger to myself and anyone who tries to assist me.
The Blog!: My blog is still here (obviously), and i will still create art posts. Going forward, however, the blog is more about a storefront, portfolio and contact point and less strictly a blog. Please help me by taking a few seconds to check out the links and in particular the product page. I am officially able to sell through my site now. I am also able to accept credit/debit cards, PayPal and Apple Pay. I won’t lie, setting all this up was a B1+€H!! SO, I really would love to hear from you guys about the look or any issues you see. Or just let me know if you like it or not and why..
In-between i am sharing new art work to keep you scrolling, is it working?!
Thirty pieces of surreal art in this series. I have managed to surprise even myself with these, but they just kept coming. While I am thinking I am now finished….who knows. I might very well be wrong.
All of the art series images are available as fine art print. Contact me for more information.
While you’re here won’t you take a look around. I’ve changed the look of the website. Hoping to clean it up and simplify navigation. I’d love some feedback.
Seems I’ve found my way out of my art slump. I’ve reconnected with a gallery and will be adding a couple pieces for sale. Not saying I’\ am interested in going full pace again…one step forward, as it were.
If I am being totally honest, I am uncomfortable with my inability to create and it’s been going on for a prolonged period of time. If I had words, or were able to work through the many feelings I am experiencing while I share this in a post, then I’d probably/definitely be painting.
Part of the problem with blogging is needing that “topic“ and since art is not happening-neither is this blog. I can’t say I feel apologetic, it’s a sensation of frustration, exasperation and uncomfortable (there’s that word again) in my own skin. When I don’t make art, I am not happy.
Art is who I am. What I identify as. Me. I am ValerieDowdyArt.
Who or what is this wall or shell that I have built around me and why am I existing, or maybe it is hiding behind? I am not a wimpy landscape, watercolor wash, sort of creator. My art is, and always been, bold, colorful, daring and unique, right??
So…..W. T. F??
What the actual fuck, sigh….I’ll keep gardening and my work from home side job conquering quickbooks.
Just when you think you understand your art and where you’re headed your brain throws you a curve ball and you’re making a cheeky crow piece. There’s really only one way to explain this, or at least, what I believe this to be about. There is a murder of crows that hang around our area. I feed them and sometimes one will call back to me when I mimic their sound. Well it’s actually more the cadence of their sound.
Anyway, they are endlessly fascinating to me. Extremely smart the crows are just as aware of where I am in the house and around the yard than i am them. Perhaps they are just as curious about the crazy woman who responds, offers treats, and paints. I like to think this is so. Which reminds me that I need to pick up some more peanuts.
A few months back I started a PT job working for a doctor who’s also a property developer and has five LLC’s. I am paying his bills/ bookkeeping kind of thing from home. I go in occasionally to meet with him when he is in town. There are so many numbers spinning in my head these days I’m dizzy most of the time. Credits, debits, ugh….it’s been a good challenge for me. I can’t and won’t say I have not made any mistakes, but at least they’ve all been fixable (thank the stars). I am so hard on myself though when I do make an screw up. Sigh, I guess I should examine that a bit closer one day. Just not today!
But, I am saying all this to tell you that it is definitely impacting my studio time and with spring/garden time here, I KNOW myself well enough to say that this blog will be taking lots of hits. So I am apologizing for now. Maybe apologizing is not the correct word here….but rather explaining why I might disappear sometimes.
This crow image is one of my favorites, when I saw the photo I loved the attitude and had to try replicating in my style. The design is in my RedBubble SHOP. You can add it to things like t-shirts, journals, iPad cases, and more items. Even a poster if you’re so inclined. Link⤵️
I’ve lost count of how many pieces there are in this series but they just keep coming. I learned a long time ago to ride the train when it starts rolling. It might suddenly stop, but sometimes something beautiful happens. You just do not know until you…let it go.
Wait…isn’t there a Disney song about that? 😉 sorry lame joke 😂
Did you know The word “kleptotrichy” comes from the Greek words for “to steal” and “hair.” The behavior has rarely been described by scientists but was recently given to birds who steal hair from mammals in 2021.
They say to paint the things you love. For years I painted trees. And more trees. I still love trees and painting them. But since the pandemic, I jumped into gardening with both feet. It is a work in progress that i hope never ends. I even created an Instagram page to share my (our) progress. I call myself The Asthmatic Gardener. I won’t ever get to create cut flower displays for indoors, but I can enjoy them in my garden.
Yet another anomaly to creating all of these new pieces, is that I almost always know what I will call/title the art before I finish.
So that’s my story for today. Nothing life defining or changing. Just a crazy artist finding her way through this life. As we slowly begin to emerge from the last 2 years which have forever altered us as a individuals and a population. These reverberations will echo into history.
A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
Sometimes at night while we watch tv I like to draw/doodle in my digital art app on the iPad. I use Adobe Fresco and Autodesk sketchbook both. I like them for different reasons.
The biggest being i like a simple to understand app that will not do everything for me. I prefer the way these apps allow me to feel like I’m literally working in a media without all the muss and fuss.
I don’t have a name for this series but most of the individual pieces do have names. I also don’t know if I’m done with this series. There’s an elementary desire to do more and to enjoy the process of something new. The ironic side to this is that I am currently painting on a canvas too, and there is a major difference between them it and these pieces. I don’t know why, so…
Next time I’ll share the tree and maybe even be finished with it by then. Until that time, take care, stay healthy and sane in these crazy times which we find ourselves.
The Kiss, a very well known masterpiece by Gustav Klimt (and one of my favorite pieces of art.) has been turned into an NFT and Belvedere announced that it is going to offer up for sale 10,000 digit NFT pieces of the work. They will be numbered and certified and I am sure come at a hefty price.
NFT=non fungible token
NFT definition (just in case your living under a rock) It is a one-of-a-kind digital token that you can buy or sell. These tokens can represent just about anything, and they use blockchain technology to prove ownership. Sometimes they are associated with a digital image, GIF, or song.
While some are still naysaying the stay-ability of the NFT, the market moves on and more and more artists are jumping onboard. NFTs are praised for ushering in a creator economy. Thousands of artists are taking the opportunity and the chance to produce and sell their creations on their own terms. The potential for the NFT creator economy goes far beyond empowering visual artists and changing the art world. If you’re interested in more info check out this article 11 exciting NFT trends shaping the future of non-fungible tokens
Still not convinced that NFT are here to stay? Consider some of the recent sales ….
Some of the Biggest NFT Sales of 2021…
XCOPY – Right-click and Save As guy – $6,135,536 (1,600 ETH) …
Beeple – Crossroad – $6,600,000 (4,400 ETH) …
CryptoPunk #8857 – $6,630,000 (2,000 ETH) …
Ringers by Dmitri Cherniak #109 – $7,117,908 (2,100 ETH) …
If you’re an artist and you’re making NFT id love to hear from you and learn from your experience and knowledge. I have not dived into this world…yet. But this is mostly because I’m still trying to understand the whole tech/terminology side of the process. I really like the idea of placing the control and money in the artists control. Even if i am not completely sold on a meta verse. Making an NFT is the easy part!
Until Next Time, I’ll share an update on my tree painting. I know! It’s been a while since i painted a tree….Peace Valerie
Our weather has been cold, blustery, but passing very quickly which surprises me no end. I am usually struggling mightily by the end of January with seasonal blahs. Still my craving for some color and dirt filled garden/flower days does not wane. It feels almost like a physical ache. Anyone else? I know the days are getting longer as they pass-but I’ve never been known for my patience so…I’m ready for sunshine drenched days and color!
I have also needed rest away from the canvas. Some winters my creativity warps into overdrive, it is not the case this winter. It is curious to me how my artistic side evolves from season and year. Some are prolific others are like a dormancy. I used to panic about this and think something was wrong. I have grown to realize there is a need for rest and it is normal. Sometimes they follow with an evolving in my work subjects or style. So as January turns into February and I continue to count the days until spring, I will see what shape my muse will take on as the season’s change and new year time march forward.
just like that, it seems as though 2021 has flown by and is coming to a close. As people gather together to celebrate the season, my thoughts are conflicted. Do I write I about my struggles to organize my thoughts and blog regularly. Or do I attempt to compose my thoughts in some semblance of order to create, hopefully, unified ideas. I think it’s pretty safe to say we are all mentally exhausted. Living during a universal pandemic, there aren’t many of us left personally and/or professionally unaffected by those burdens and heartaches over the last two years, I’d wager.
Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out. (James B. Conant)
2021 is the second year in a row that I have not actively sought after show/exhibition opportunities in many years. Not as lucky as some, but luckier than others, I have hobbled along with my art, grateful to my supporters and lovers of art. Interestingly, I have discovered that my other resources of communication and showing art are a lot more fruitful and productive than I realized. Which leads to a need of serious contemplation of the future of the art world as it’s been known thus far. I see rapidly growth, changes and opportunities that are happening within the arts community, with awe, a bit of fear, and excitement.
2022, is a new year, a chance for a fresh beginning. Or, at least it is a new extension of, and opportunity, to creatively explore and progress artistically. What that means for each of us is singularly personal, and unique. It is also something that we struggle to remember and focus our intentions on–my journey is not your journey. Many of our paths will cross or move along parallel for a time. Sometimes they will intertwine, and united grow stronger, branch off in new directions, or maybe break apart to take root somewhere else. Maybe becoming tangled in knots going nowhere and stagnating until we whither and die. That is as it should be. How very boring life would becomeif we all cookie cutter replicas of each other. Find your own way. Wrap yourself in good advice, shed the old as necessary, but most of all keep searching for and following the thing that brings you light and gives you joy.
Don’t waste it.
Peace, Happy Holidays, Get Vaccinated and Stay Healthy!
Studio Ghosts: When you’re in the studio painting, there are a lot of people in there with you – your teachers, friends, painters from history, critics… and one by one if you’re really painting, they walk out. And if you’re really painting YOU walk out.
The holidays are officially upon us. Hard to believe we are winding down yet another year. I don’t know about you guys but I am so worn out with the worries of these last two years filled with illness and fear, loss and financial burdens. I sometimes wonder if life will ever be the same again. We are living in a time that will certainly be in the history books one day.
We ventured out to dinner with friends to share a meal we didn’t have to prepare and then mulled cider afterwards at our home. It was wonderful, but a little weirdness and uneasiness crept in too. We ate early to avoid any real crowds. But even as we left there were still no real crowds like pre-pandemic weekends. And afterwards, having guests in our home, that felt odd too. In the end, it was lovely. I felt almost normal again, at least for a few hours.
My creative energy is currently being poured into holiday art projects and smaller commissions. I invite you to check out both of my shops for canvas art work or holiday gift shopping. (Links are in all caps)
If you would like to commission art I’d love to hear from you soon! We need plenty of time to work together and create your personal art.
I’ve decided to back up and talk a little more about my recent painting. I believe I mentioned how this painting just started to come to me suddenly and I didn’t understand or know what it was about, so I just painted. And I painted.
Sometimes I struggle with composition when my work is sort of happening in a freestyle sort of way, but not this one. I knew what and where things needed to be.
With no clear understanding I finally finished this work. I left it on the easel until just this past week. Looking at it whenever I was in the studio. Then it hit me like a brick. This art is about my mom. She has a type of dementia and in the last couple years her mental decline happened quickly. The issue was there before that of course, but my dad covered for her, and we didn’t notice until it got more serious. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how frustrating it must feel to see things that aren’t there, or want to tell someone something but the words won’t come, then eventually it’s whole sentences and a lot of indecipherable sounds. I imagine how the fear and confusion would quickly turns into panic, anxiety, and anger. So, “Lost” represents a visual context of what I imagine life is like for my mom. That was a lot of heavy, personal information, something I’m not ever comfortable with. Who Is?
We’ll move on. yes, this painting is for sale.
Fifty million Americans have dementia and other brain illnesses. To gather together the minds that exist and see how we can tackle these ailments together, that is the work that is in front of us: to have a map of the human brain, an understanding of the roadways, and an understanding of the traffic on the roadways. Chaka Fattah
Until next time. Art is not what you see, but what you make others see~Edgar Degas
First the Calendar News So I don’t forget to tell you! The calendar will be ready in a week or so….I am only making limited quantities of this calendar, so get them asap for gifts.
$25 will include shipping in US
contact me to arrange international shipping
Ok, now Christmas, that’s right I said Christmas! Holy cow, where did summer go? We are already into fall pumpkins, spice and spook’tacular costumes, but my focus has turned to the Christmas holiday.
Why? Ornaments. Wood slice ornaments to be precise. There is a shop that sells my recycled bracelets. If you don’t know about those, I use old broken jewelry and belts to make unique bracelets. She’s also going to carry my ornaments too, as soon as I can get there to show them. But no worries if she doesn’t. I am selling them online too. You can pick from the designs I have already come up with or special order for a bit more $. I can also make multiples for you. Just remember, they’re hand painted so they are not going to be identical. Who wants cookie cutter anyway right!?
If you have any questions about pricing or multiple orders contact me. I
I will be honest, I am enjoying making these. They’re cute, and a good refocus and get centered for me. After two larger, taxing mental paintings I enjoy dabbling with a bit of arts and craft. I’ve tried to open a separate store on Etsy for these and some other things. It’s slow going though. I hate that side of things. Tech is not my bag-I’d strangle myself with a charger cord if I had to sit here and do this stuff all the time. Haha sorry, but #truth
Anyway, there is another painting brewing in my head, but I haven’t quite got it out of my head and sketched out enough to go forward with a painting. I guess it needs to marinate a while yet. While income to terms with fall, and winter around the corner…ugh. 😵💫😏🙁🥶
I almost forgot, We scrounged up the last bits of slate and I am working on some more of those for the holidays too. The thing is they are odd shaped and all over the place in size/shape, so yeah…we will see how that goes. Right now I have these 3, and they are available. For sizes and prices please contact me. (I forgot to measure them before I started this blog). 🤷🏻♀️🤪
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Greetings and Salutations on this rainy Fall Equinox day. Although you won’t see this post until tomorrow, I hope your first day of fall was lovely.
Autumn Yellow the bracken, Golden the sheaves, Rosy the apples, Crimson the leaves; Mist on the hillside, Clouds grey and white. Autumn, good morning! Summer, good night! by Florence Hoatson
It has been about three weeks since my last post and felt that it was time to update you on what’s going on in my studio. It was fairly uneventful until a few weeks ago.
Art News: A few pieces of my art have found new homes. And if you remember, the vintage slate tiles we’d found on the property? We’ll mostly, pieces of slate, although some were nice sizes and interesting enough for arts and crafts. I had an urge to paint some fall pumpkins and sold all of them but one. I would love to get my hands on more of those tiles. If they are whole they are 12×24 inches, and apparently fetch a pretty penny. I saw one for sale in the FB Marketplace for the same price that I sell the painted pieces. I am not familiar with their history, but am guessing they do not make them that size any longer? 🤷🏻♀️
I am working on some digital images for my sig gigs (RedBubble & Etsy-links at bottom of this post)
I’ve been thinking about the holidays, they’re quickly approaching! 😑 How could I incorporate something artistic but affordable on my Etsy store and on products in my RedBubble shop (my side gigs). I’ve noticed that woodland creatures are still very popular and am working on a series based off this idea, but themed for the holiday. I will also make them UNthemed and available as well. Which brings me to 1the social media Tik Tok. I’ve been a fan of many accounts for over a year now, and I recently started adding some of my time lapse videos. They seem to be pretty popular in views. I’m still working on getting comfortable enough to talk more and show my face. I don’t have that millennial/GenX gene, not one drop. I don’t imagine I’ll ever have the charisma to ever be a viral sensation on social media.🤣
That about sums it up for my studio work. The other things occupying my time would probably bore you silly…like gardening, grubbing, and working as a pavers assistant while we put in the sidewalk from hell!
New Artwork On The Easel, Color Trivia & Getting Organized….
Are you familiar with the color griege? I was not. 🤷🏻♀️🤓 It is the blend of beige and grey. I had never heard of it until it showed up in my daughters word of the day.
ART: I recently sat down to work on something else in my studio and I felt an overwhelming urge to paint—with no real or clear idea or vision.
It is a bit unnerving when the artistic muse side of my brain takes over. The special part of me that makes my art, art.
The planner side of me is not always as comfortable losing control. It is this side of me that is controlled, organized, methodical, and completely at odds with the open, quirky-creative, surrealist.
There are many arguments for organizing yourself and art. Many creative powerhouses use routine & record keeping to keep them focused and ready. (there is always room for improvement). If that translates to successes, all the better!
Until next time, please get vaccinated if you aren’t and stay safe.
“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
I relate with these words by Sylvia Plath on the month of August. It is my birth month. I am a true sun worshipper, but the August humidity and temps run me inside more and more. I normally spend a lot of time outdoors.
Along with the month ending, I begin to feel my precious summer time slipping away. Living in Central Virginia, I do have a longer, warm period. But, the shorter, gloomy & rainy days, coupled with what feel like, even longer dark evenings and nights can be almost as rough. A sense of panic rises within me as I try to prepare for winter. I have concluded, unfortunately, that I will never master controlling this in my lifetime, perhaps the next. 😉
I’ve always agreed with the theory of the four seasons being parallels to the cycle of life; and the older I get, the more convinced i am this is true.
I am trying to focus on my own personal existence, and to live within each moment, recognizing them as precious, and making more effort to be deliberate in my experiences.
We really do waste so much time worrying about things and stuff. Like-what others think, or comparing ourselves to ridiculous standards, and on and on. We just don’t have time to lose sight of or waste valuable time. One day it is simply too late. If the pandemic didn’t remind/teach us anything else, it most surely has taught us this lesson.
“Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present.”
Art I find, is a pillar of support and peace. It is woven throughout every part of my heart and soul. With fall approaching I will scurry upstairs to my studio more and more often to create or work. Sometimes, to just sit and bask in a room surrounded by my work and materials. I feel such a sense of belonging there.
I recently finished the painting that has been on my easel the better part of the summer. I have put a lot of hours into this piece and I feel a strong connection with the work.
Some creative inspiration background: There is a person I follow on IG that shares some of the most idyllic, English countryside, architecture and garden images. The art was inspired by one such image (below). It even prompted a little lesson on hares, an animal that I had never taken much interest in before.
Bryan’s Ground Gardens were originally built around 1911-13 for two spinster sisters in Presteigne, Herefordshire, England, UK. and is, of course, now on my bucket list! (If it ever reopens to the public) *If you check it out online, you will see why it appeals so to this surrealist’s heart. There might even be another image or two down the road…
“A Drove, A Toad, Foxgloves & Ivy” are one of those artworks that you feel deep in your gut, while you’re painting, are special. These are the same pieces that I personally do not care whether or not they sell. But, as fortunately happens sometimes, this one captured someone else’s attention and I believe (and hope) it will be finding itself a new home-once I have finished sealing and wiring.
Please feel free to inquire if you are interested-you never know how things will workout.
I will make a concerted effort not to let my next blog be so long awaited. Until next time, Stay healthy, Safe and if you’re not-please get vaccinated 💉❣️
Greetings from my studio! It is becoming increasingly difficult for me to get these posts in on a regular basis and I do apologize for this, yet another lapse. I am making art. More personal art and in various ways. Summertime usually inspires a little selfishness in my time and art.
However, my canvas is on the easel and it is progressing, slowly. I do love spring and summer so much. It is during this time I am sort of reborn and reconnected with life which in turn manifests in my art work. Also, there are and have been many labor intensive outdoor projects in works, plus my new obsession with flowers and gardening that I won’t even get started on discussing…
I am more reliable with my social media accounts so please consider following me: Instagram.com/valeriedowdyart and if you’d like to see what’s going on in my gardens follow Instagram.com/theasthmaticgardener, Twitter.com/valartist, and Facebook.com/valeriedowdyart. (Nice excuse to plug my social media, right? Hah I am clever that way) 😬🤔😂
The back story-I follow an account on social media, it is a lovely photography account, and it’s loaded with bucolic English gardens, and landscapes. One of those that would make even the most stalwart city dweller yearn for colorful, disorganized gardens full of life, colors and textures. It was one such photo from this account that inspired the painting currently on my easel.
“There’s no backward and no forward, no day other than this. You fill your cart as you go, and that’s that.”
I have a thing for borrowing song lyrics and using them as titles. What can I say, I listen to music often. While this has absolutely nothing to do with my art, we purchased a new Bose sound bar and sub woofer and I gotta say that it really ups your sound experience. (No this not a paid promo).music inspires my work. It soothes me, relaxes me, and uplifts me. Music is a very impressionistic part of my life both artistically and personally.
In regards to art: i have started a new piece and I am beginning with an under painting using complimentary color. It’s an old technique, mostly applied to oil paintings. There’s something so rich and special to see those unexpected peeks at colors not necessarily expected. It ups the game in a subtle but richer way. Besides oil painters does anyone else still do this? Do you use oils? acrylics?
work in progress…
I’m not going to apologize again for lapses in blogging, but just say that I hope you’ve been finding time to bath in the sunlight, play in the diet and reconnect some with my favorite part of life too. We’ve eaten crooked penis carrots (my nickname for them), lots of lettuce, a few prized strawberries as they mature, are anticipating peppers and herbs, all along and while I’ve passionately shared my gardens and flowers on other social media. I’ve already added to my hydrangea collection, I am up to 15 shrubs now. These were quite accidental when I checked out the clearance plants at a close by big box plant section. It will be one of many trips- I am guiltily admitting. I also picked up some other shrubs, 2 evergreen dwarf spruces and many flowers so far. (See all I do is start talking flowers and I’m like a runaway train). 😬💚🤪 Follow my page on Instagram: Instagram.com/theasthmaticgardener if you like and my art gallery page is Instagram.com/valeriedowdyart. Say hello if you visit!
RedBubble Wearable Art, Etc: I have had some recent success with my shop page, and if you’re looking for gifts or treating yourself I hope you’ll consider something with my work on it. I know I’ve said this before but, you’re supporting several artists when you buy—me, the tech artists who created the site and keep it going, the. Print artists who; apply the work to your chosen objects-like stickers,cards, bags, totes, home decor, apparel….something for everyone. Here is the link: valeriedowdyart.redbubble.com
Until next time…
“To practice any art, no matter how well or how badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. So do it.”
Tuesday Greetings, I have finished with the mural project. (Well my part is over anyway!) Now the owner (my son Shaun) needs to wipe off the chalk lines and apply the clear coat. The project was on hold awaiting the family name sticker. I don’t do letters. Nor did I want to purchase stencils that would get used rarely for $50+. It didn’t make sense.
The surname Dowdy was first found in County May located on the West coast of the Republic of Ireland in the province of Connacht. Dowdy is an Irish patronymic surname from the Irish Gaelic O Dubhda, meaning son of Dubhda; dubh means black, and da is likely a personal name, given the Irish practice of surnames coming from a description of the patriarch, but the meaning is uncertain.
One of these days we need to seriously research the Dowdy line.
My mural method is to hand draw onto the board/wall. My process is pretty straightforward. I use chalk to sketch out a rough outline, get my proportions correct, and use a yard stick for things I can’t eyeball. I then lay in the background, and come back in with details, sketching if I need to, but otherwise working traditionally back to front.
As I’ve shared in the past, I began painting murals professionally before I’d had any art training/education. I’ve always known that art was my “thing”. I think we all kind of know or figure out pretty quickly what our thing is. I see a lot of people who can technically execute art techniques on a practical level. But there’s a little something else that clicks in the brain for an artist. Something I do not really know the words to describe what I am trying to say, other than it is as inherent as breathing.
The very essence of instinct is that it’s followed independently of reason.
Let’s see, I am honestly not sure where to begin. It has been such a personal struggle to be consistent and keep up with posting on the blog, including all my other social media. But if I am being totally honest, it is easier to share on the other pages via Instagram- I can link together and one post covers three. Anyway…
I spent a few months working on illustrations for a children’s book. I created a total of 15 images. It is fun, and challenging to take someone else’s vision and words and turn them into imagery that represents/encompasses their vision. This is book two in the authors series and I am looking forward to working with him on book three, that is currently in progress. If you’re interested in purchasing a copy of this older children’s book, contact me for more information. I’ve enjoyed reading the books myself.
Next, I spent some time working on a new painting. I shared her in the earlier stages, referring to her as the girl in the yellow scarf. well…she’s not wearing a yellow scarf any longer. She took an unplanned, but inspired, right turn toward the cosmos. I’ve also been working on a stronger google presence. Please consider checking me out or doing a review. They are the manna for us artists on social media networking. https://valerie-dowdy-art.business.site/?utm_source=gmb&utm_medium=referral
Then, the weather began to change and warm up. If you know me at all, then you know I am ruled by the sun. It calls to me with a magnetism like nothing else. I have been outside and haunting garden centers, online shops and suppliers spending, well too much, time and money. But it gives me such joy, so much. Especially after a long dark gloomy winter. In fact here are some of the beauties coming alive in my landscape and gardens.
I do not want to overload you with information, so I will end this post here with my usual art quote and well wishes.
As the sun colors, so too does Art color life
Peace, Good health & Get your vaccine already if you have not! I did.
I know, I know…no excuse for the lengthy gap in posting. Not that I have not been working, because I have. In fact I am working on illustrations for over a month now for a children’s book. I’ll talk more about that more later. I am close to finishing. So, yay! But spring is here and summer will follow…so I will be outside playing in the dirt every chance I get. There might be more gaps in my blogging. 🤷🏻♀️
I have painted three paintings in 2021! That’s not bad, even if it’s slow for me.
Yellow Scarf thoughts:
Personal power and fulfilment, abundance, courage and self-confidence. The color Yellow has stands for for wisdom and intellect throughout the ages. It aids logic, memory, concentration, will – power and communication. … Yellow represents happiness, clarity and sunlight. A scarf can be a political statement, and can denote a wearer’s affiliation or beliefs. Early 20th-century crusaders for women’s rights used their clothing to promote their cause, wearing scarves in the movement’s colors: white, green and purple. During World War II, scarves expressed nationalist sentiments.
And the sun had on a crown
Wrought of gilded thistledown,
And a scarf of velvet vapor
And a raveled rainbow gown;
And his tinsel-tangled hair
Tossed and lost upon the air
Was glossier and flossier
Than any anywhere.
James Whitcomb Riley
is probably the hardest requirement for creating my art.
Whether you are a painter, a writer or whatever, it is hard to let go and allow ‘the muse’ to direct your decisions during the creation process. One, because we like to be in control, or at least to think we are anyway. (We all should know differently). Two: allowing the muse to lead, will most likely take us somewhere that is not necessarily comfortable. It rarely is. (Because it is easier to know where where to go, and what to do!) Sounds comfortable right? Of course it does. Especially to anyone who ever tries to do obtain anything that is above average. I have fought this war between my fears and my artist self since I seriously began making art. Actually, if I am being honest, my entire life has been fear of embracing things out of my “comfort zone”. I am one who is always looking ahead, planning for the possibility of things. The unknown roads veering outward and away, intimidate me. Following the unfamiliar-is to accept metamorphosis. I’m finally learning that my self and my art are a constant evolvement, in order to stay in internally balanced. It is when this stops happening that I should worry. It sounds simple enough to do. Walking an unencumbered beautiful path is in actuality anything but easy or unimpeded. Life is messy. We cannot predict everything. But this artistic release of control is vital to a creator. Otherwise, we’re just spinning our wheels in place, hidden, away and fearful. The longer we fight, everything becomes harder and more unobtainable. Keep moving. Even if it is sideways for a time.
I started the featured painting after a break from the studio and some time spent indulging in digital artwork. I truly enjoy this art media and creating surface designs. In fact, I love it almost as much as painting on canvas. I’ve not shared on my social media just how far my work progress really is. Somehow it seems more appropriate to share that here first with the those who’ve supported me, when I am actively posting and when I am not so actively posting. (Sorry for that lately, by the way). This begs the question of vlogging instead…Anyway, here is my progress report. I decided to change the flower in her hair into a more stylized, surrealistic flora. This is more typical of my style and preference. Hope you agree too. Now to finish the hand/arm and her eyes.
Her thoughts were fastened together
with the threads of her daily being
A tapestry of her life
A work of art worth seeing
Shared by the strokes of an endless dream
Brushed with the colors of the heart
flowing together like a river downstream,
a living work of art
She painted her life with colors
A rainbow of emotions on the canvas of her years
A sculpture of life, ever changing
filled with laughter, heart ache and tears
A song so sweet yet incomplete
a harmony of feelings composed with love
Visions of her thought and her memories
Sparkling like the stars up above
Like a symphony thats unfinished
with many notes yet to be played
her song of life never diminished
By the subtle mistakes she has made
The mural of her life will show
the realization of her dreams past
with gentle shades of the present and a future yet to be cast
As she paints and sculptures, composing her life
She will surely come to see
the brilliant realization,
a natural work of art
and a living memory
I feel like this poem should end: and a living memory….is she
stay warm, stay healthy and hopefully find a little measure of peace in 2021,
I have been thinking… (I know, a dangerous pastime). As a immunosuppressive individual my art business has suffered in the last year along with everyone else. It is looking like this year will be a repeat. I am not one to sit around and feel sorry for myself (not very long anyway). So, I have an idea or proposal that I am excited to share.
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I am still actively working on the Madame Butterfly series. Above are three more I recently added. Meanwhile I am concocting ideas on a ‘show’ for my newer work. See my last post if you’re interested in for more info about these pieces. To follow my illustration/digital work follow my new gallery on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/valart.illustrations
No winter last forever. No spring skips it’s turn.
I threatened on my Facebook Art Page to talk about this series I am talking about today. I have been working on what I am calling the Madame Butterfly series (this is subject to change). I have seven installations now and am working on an eighth. They are taking on a life of their own. I did not know what they were about in the beginning, I thought I did, but I was wrong.
I learned a long time ago, when the muse speaks, obey. It takes artists a long time to realize they are often their biggest enemy. When I get out of my way, good things can happen. So, I did, get out of my own way. I have been painting (digitally). I usually start out with an idea of where I think I am taking the work and think I know how to get there. This is always the time that she (yes my muse is feminine) grabs the paintbrush and says hold on bitch, I am in control now-do as I say. And, I do! Others, I look at some of my older work and still do not know what it means. But this is okay, the art will reveal itself eventually. In the mean time, I enjoy hearing what my art means to you. The depths of these emotions are personal, intense, profound and always touching. Thank you for being willing to open up and share. That is never an easy thing.
“I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want to own.”
So, what exactly is going on with these art pieces? My original intention was to have a series of the same but different women. A simplified continuation of my painted ladies from 2019. But I felt compelled to use the same image repetitively and only changing the colors, patterns and shapes. I’d recently read an article where someone was talking about the countries serious political and racial discord, BLM, etc. and they reminded us all that we are only ONE RACE, the HUMAN RACE. I have been heartsick watching, reading and listening to all the evil vitriol that we have been expelling at one another. The shock and outrage we’ve all felt about the recent insurrection attempt, as powerful people play tidily winks with the our lives-seemingly without care or remorse. Then, the impending nervousness for the inauguration today had everyone on edge. Meanwhile, I am on number four in my series. Then I suddenly begin to realize that this is the message unfolding in my art. Using the same image over and over, but only changing little things like the colors, patterns and shapes. You know, those little things/details that make us an individual. ♥️
“To me, these are the good old days not because they’re good, but because we are alive to experience and to change them.”
Barbara Kruger’s deeply conceptual and politically oriented body of work....Kruger’s images are typically sourced from magazines and other widely circulated media.... appropriated images, she appends aphorisms and witty quips such as “Your Body is a Battleground” and “I Shop Therefore I Am,” intended to both seduce and accuse the viewer. These often-aggressive texts and the jarring black, white, and red palette of many of her works urgently implore the viewer to examine his or her own relationship to not only the piece itself, but also the visual culture it participates in, which is linked to consumerism, feminism, and classism.... Read article here: Barbara Kruger
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Poem Revision 2-Final Attempt
Oy Vey! I am not a poet. Or more precisely, I do not have the patience to become a poet. 😰 Please- do not wish for any patience. I am somewhat superstitious and I do not care to have any more troubles in which I would to earn any either!
I am alone with my thoughts.
It is early.
I sip my coffee.
I drink in the silence
and awake to her light.
She glides silently
from behind the mountains.
I breathe deeply
in this moment
and she moves on.
All was quiet.
The birds begin to sing
I listen with awe and wonder.
Her mantle of light
slips across the earth.
I am warmed.
My spirit restored.
She finds every corner.
A new day begins.
I had to take this piece of work back to the easel. I realized that the poor woman had a very clubby unattractive hand- it makes me crazy when I don’t see obvious things objectively when I’m working. I worked in the studio a good portion of they day. And of course now, I see even more that needs fixed. So….down the rabbit hole I go…
I do not have a title either. Nothing has jumped out yet. I keep calling her Glory/Gloria, but that does not feel right. I have been painting a long time and titling art has NEVER gotten any easier. Nor, does public speaking, for that matter. And, after being quarantined for basically a year, I am getting worried about myself. All my efforts to push myself out there into the world and shout “look at my art” have dissolved into the ether. The introvert is finding herself more and more content in the studio, mostly alone. I know. Not good. If I could have perpetually spring and summer weather you’d most likely have to drag me out. But winter days totally are so depressing…ugh.
Maybe I should attempt a live demo or Q&A or something. I need to push myself a little…anyone interested in learning something? Or would you want to have a art/group Zoom chat, or Facebook Meeting thing? IF you say yes, please give me send some topics you’d like to discuss or techniques you want to learn. When I stop hyperventilating at the notion of leading one- I will put something together and schedule the event.
A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.
I am alone with my thoughts.
it is early.
I sip my coffee,
I drink in the silence.
We awake to her light.
The sun glides silently,
From behind the mountains.
All is quiet,
Except the birds.
They sing her praises.
I listen and watch,
In awe and silence.
Her mantle of light;
Slips slowly across the sky and earth,
My skin warms from her heat,
Drenching my soul,
It finds every corner.
A new day is emerging.
She reminds me,
To write it on my heart,
Today is my gift.
Why is that no matter what we are given, we always want something else or more? I’ve always envied writers and movie makers for their ability to tell stories that bring me from tears to joy- through despair and fear. What a skill that is to have! I love reading and movies- plummeting me into worlds, mysteries, or make my blood run cold and heart beat with fear,. To feel the anguish and passion love given or unrequited, and courageous life battles. I love them all for the journey. Take me away to exotic places, back in time or forward to the future, or giggling at light, whimsically fun and bubbly stories and you shall have a place in my heart forever.
Back to thoughts on Art, Poetry, Life, Etc:
I’ve mentioned to you guys that I’ve been contemplating trying to write some poetry. Well, I have. I’m sharing it with you, too. Even though I’m pretty sure it is crap, and that I need to stick to painting to express what I cannot with words. But, I had time on this rainy Monday in January- waiting for wifi service guys. The idea of turning on a tv and listening to our world dividing further as it edges closer into civil unrest is just not appealing. And NO, that is not an invitation for political discourse. I’m just expressing my sadness at recent events.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. —Walt Whitman
The Kingfishers Mistress was painted this past year and blogged about here. During December this piece kept drawing my attention. So I pulled it off my studio wall and planned to cover it and repaint something different. It was propped near my easel and as I worked on holiday commissions I had more time to study the work. There are some things I really like about this painting and some that I am like….meh about. So, I am keeping the work. BUT…I am going to rework parts of the painting. In my next blog I will share an update on my progress.
Last, I wanted to draw your attention to the right sidebar of the blog
I have added a couple of widgets that share my Facebook page, Instagram Art page and Twitter account. The last being a mashup of personal tweets, shares, and Art combined. You can expect to see a lot more personal things and Bernie pics there. I recently created a tik tok because I have been hovering for a while enjoying the myriad of personalities, humor, and dog vids. I’ve been encouraged by so many to do videos of my art on you tube and the others but I am just not sure. Do any of my art friends/followers do this? Or care to share your experiences/thoughts?
In Closing: Instead of quotes, let us talk about tangerine trees & marmalade skies…
This is not a song about drugs. It is a song based on a surrealistic picture drawn by Julian Lennon, John’s son, at 3yrs old, concerning his friend Lucy quite literally flying in a sky filled with diamonds. Its psychedelic images are definitely trippy. Quite literally, it is based on a piece of artwork. I’ve provided a link below to read more.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river-With tangerine trees and marmalade skies-Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly-A girl with kaleidoscope eyesCellophane flowers of yellow and green-Towering over your head-Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes-And she’s gone
Lucy in The Sky by The Beatles
Perhaps I should attempt my personal interpretation of this song (for fun) there are many out there….🤔🤔
As I began this New Years post I’ve tried to think of the right words that could express all, or at least express some, of the things we’ve battled as a people, living in the historical time of a world wide pandemic. It actually still perplexes me to say and write those words… And as usual, my go to art is music lyrics. So I am sharing some from a couple songs that I feel relevantly sum up 2020 and heading into 2021.
I went asleep last night-Tired from the fight-I’ve been fighting for tomorrow-All my life-Yea I woke up this morning-Feeling brand new ‘Cause the dreams that I’ve been dreaming-Has finally came true
If you and I made it this far, Well then hey, we can make it all the way, And they said no we can’t, And we said yes we can, Remember…
It’s a New Day by will.i.am
It’s a new dawn-It’s a new day-It’s a new life for me-And I’m feeling good-Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you know? Butterflies all havin’ fun, you know what I mean-Sleep in peace when day is done, that’s what I mean-And this old world, is a new world-And a bold world for me, yeah-yeah-Stars when you shine, you know how I feel-Scent of the pine, you know how I feel-Oh, freedom is mine-And I know how I feel-It’s a new dawn-It’s a new dayIt’s a new life for me…… I’m feeling good
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, experiences, knowledge or just reminding me you are out there and you see me and my work.
Let us all hope that if we’ve remembered/relearned one lesson throughout 2020, it is that we do need human interaction, love, compassion, kindness, support and friendship. There are many families beginning 2021 minus family members or at great financial and physical challenge. We all have it within us to consciously be kind, or not. After everything that transpired, I sincerely hope you begin your new year by finding your joy and sharing a little with everyone you meet. Be like Greg ⤵️
And what have you done? Another year older and a new year is almost begun…it’s that time of the year. Time to reflect. Time to plan and begin anew.
Let’s talk about art:
I have a bigger commission piece that came in late, but after a sucky 2020 it is hard not to find time to accept as many as possible, right??. You’ll have to understand that I cannot share these for fear of ruining surprises/privacy etc. Instead, I will you show more of the images that have been sort of pouring out. I commented on my Facebook page ( @valeriedowdyart ) recently that I think I might have missed my calling as a textile designer.
Someone mentioned in response to these that i should be printing my images at spoonflower.com, I am planning to look into that more when I have some time. I wouldn’t mind making a little side hustle $ from these images. The biggest struggle for me as an artist is probably the issue of $, if I am being honest. I am way too pragmatic and cautious. NOT words you often hear in correlation with describing artists, generally speaking of course. It is, however, what made me a pretty damn decent mom and paralegal. But unfortunately, these two sides of my personality often cause me significant distress. Most people would never know this because I don’t often let people in that close. But we here and i am sharing. Let’s move on because aren’t here to analyze me today.
A friend, who follows my blog, has suggested more than once to try some poetry while I am semi-breaking art work. I know so little about poetry. I wonder if anyone has some suggestions for a beginning connoisseur of written verse. Add to my comments any you like, or email then if you prefer. Another interesting I have noticed about my blog, people Seem to prefer talking privately with me. That’s cool-I just enjoy knowing you’re there and hearing your perspectives, ideas, or whatever you’d like to share. (Real) Connections are very important to me. So keep them coming!
I will close with the lyrics of a song that causes a tightening in my chest every single time I have ever listened to it through the years. Starry Night by Don McLean from his American Pie Album. Enjoy.
Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer’s day With eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy, linen landNow, I understand what you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they’ll listen nowStarry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blueColors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving handNow, I understand, what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they’ll listen nowFor they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often do But I could have told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one As beautiful as youStarry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can’t forgetLike the strangers that you’ve met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snowNow, I think I know what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they’re not listening still Perhaps they never will
Late Blogging Greetings on this cold Wednesday morning-here in Central Virginia anyway. I needed a little break from blogging, if you’re still there, thank you for respecting and understanding this. However, taking a break from attempting to write does not mean I have been breaking from Art. Indeed, just the opposite! Fortunately art commissions began to filter in for the approaching holidays. This strange and difficult year has affected my artwork and our routines like everyone else.
During the summer I had gardening and outdoor projects to keep busy. Once those cold blustery winds and rain swept into our region, I am forced inside. I have been adjusting to changing gears, thus the struggle to keep the blog posts regular. Winter is always a tough time for me. Often showing up in my work in dark, somber colors. I do not expect or predict that this one will be any different. I am not apologizing, but I do feel the need to warn you if you are not familiar with my working patterns. (and thank you for being here reading the blog 🤓)
Art News: Between holiday commissions I have begun creating these surreal pieces. Mostly the pieces are floral subjects. Each one is multi layered with color and detailed line work.
These pieces are available for fine art giclèe prints. I have selected four that were made into 5×7 inch prints and are in stock and available immediately. If you are interested in one of these or another piece or even a larger sized piece, reach out to me soon. But please do so very soon, or we will not have time to get it ordered and shipped to you before deadlines. Unfortunately, I have accepted the last larger commission piece that I will be able to finish for the holiday season.. I am open to commissions for after the new year.
If you’d like to purchase any one of the four prints above forward the corresponding number(s) and pay via link below: $10 for each 5×7 inch print and $7.75 USPS Priority Mail (one shipping fee for multiple orders). https://paypal.me/valeriedowdy?locale.x=en_US
For now, I am closing here, and getting back to daily covid survival, making art and perhaps a bit of holiday baking…
Best to you and yours, have a day…make it whatever you like. Peace,
I love being in my garden. I don’t plant a lot of exotic flora, but I do spend a lot of time outside doing manual labour.
After the really personal share, I sort of got nervous about having shared something so personal. I needed some time to process the fact that I did in fact do that and you’ll be happy to know I’ve dug out an old journal for writing down the private stuff. You’re welcome. Now let’s get back to talking about art.
Let’s talk about art prints in particular. First I’m going to point out that these are not quality fine art (giclèe) prints. What they are are decent prints made by a company outsourcing- to you guessed it…more artists. So, the creator gets a cut, the printer gets some business, and the company. However, if you are looking for a fine art quality print of one of my pieces, I can definitely hook you up there as well. Win. Win.
Below is the other option for your consideration. Prints from RedBubble. I am sharing some of my original art paintings along with digital art paintings. You can get a print framed 16×21” for $150. There are some smaller size options too. Plus there are tshirts, phone cases, totes, notebooks, cards and lots more. Even if you don’t buy my art you should check the site out.
That’s it for now. I will be posting more options of available items throughout the rest of the year. I want to share with you how much I really am enjoying some digital art time. I hope you will not discredit the skill level required into a digital piece. Because it takes a lot of work. In fact, I would say it is almost more difficult to take something and create it with only digital tools. There is a level of skill in manipulating a stylus/pencil across a screen in the same manner of painting that requires a lot of practice and effort. I for one, in the beginning didn’t give this technology a fair assessment. I am amending that now.
I am not saying they replace each other, because the tactile element aroused in an artist is irreplaceable. But there is a certain sense of pleasure to controlling a tool/brush/pen as well. They both have their place. So before you accuse someone of copy pasting (there some of those in both genres) because you definitely can. Explore the work and the artist. let me know what you think after you’ve looked a bit closer at professional digital artists.
“It is not so much where my motivation comes from but rather how it manages to survive.” – Louise Bourgeois
Until next time my friends, have a day and try to make it as good as possible…
Warning: If you’re not up for some personal reality then you might want to skip this blog.
I don’t know about you guys but 2020 has been super tough on me. So many things have happened that if I start listing them all I might have a meltdown, so I won’t (you’re welcome). But what I wanted to talk about is a recent victim of 2020, a personal friendship. I had a friend who I have enjoyed sharing and listening with for years. Suddenly they asked for space-before telling me or explaining anything they just stopped emailing. Of course I reached out and was given a couple short, succinct replies. I sat on that for a while, bewildered and at a loss. But needing closure, I emailed once more and told this person that I’d been hurt, and was still trying to understand what happened. Again, a short, succinct email. I’d already gotten the hint, I guess I just needed to nail the coffin shut. It is shut. I am experiencing a sort of grief and haven’t completely moved on yet. I miss what we had, I realize now, no matter what happens now, it will never be the same again. My first reaction was to blame myself. I know I have had a preposterous amount of crazy things go wrong and perhaps I wore the boundaries of friendship to shreds. Maybe I said something wrong, and they just didn’t want to argue. Or maybe it was not my fault at all. I tend to always take on the blame for failures, mistakes, and others crappy behavior. Etc. But, in the last week or so, amid more crappy stuff going on, it occurs to me that everything is not always my fault. I am a good and kind person (modest too haha). I go the extra mile for everyone in my circle. (I don’t let many people into my circle either). I know I have needed a whole lot more from my circle than normal this year, but dammit, it has really been tough and shows no sign of letting up. I know I am far from perfect, life is a two (or 100) way street.
I am not even sure why I feel compelled to tell you this story, but here I am sharing. It could be because this person may see the post. Or maybe it is in spite of that fact? We all have many facets to our personalities and want to act out when we’ve been hurt. I do NOT want this to be what you take away from my story. Instead I want you to see me, a struggling, sensitive, (some say overly so—I say it is part of what makes me-me) artist with much more on her plate than most can begin to imagine. Maybe, its more than a friend can cope with too. I have to remember everyone has limits.
There is an old saying about people coming into your life for a reason, a season and a lifetime. I see that this is one of those moments. So, I am refocusing myself and working more seriously on art, (creating a RedBubble shop-with my work) and a few small commissions. Of course I still have the Etsy shop-but damn if i can figure out how to make it take off! But as always, I have my partner in crime and DIY and we stay busy painting and working on projects I come up with. My children—my life. And then, there is my sweet rescue dog, Bernie to keep me company. She’s a taskmaster that one! See proof below:
For now we keep trudging through 2020. Have a day and choose to make it a good one. Until next time thank you for listening. peace,