So, I am much more like my mother that I ever imagined. My mother was all about flowers.
I have an image of her watering daisies in our garden, while listening to Chopin's Preludes. I very clearly remember the cover of that vinyl record , it was a painting
of a woman siting next to a large bouquet of flowers (Degas, 'Woman With Chrysanthemums'). Her head is leaning on her hand. She is looking away from the flowers, lost in some private reverie. My mother and that painting are completely merged in my mind.
What did I start off saying? Yes, now I paint flowers, and I don't think it's a phase...
Maybe I miss my mother terribly because she is so far away. Maybe I miss being that little
girl wondering what on earth my mother was thinking about when she was lost in her Chopin
Do you think we all start becoming more like our mother's when we hit fifty? Is that
what 'maturity' is all about?
When I graduated from art school I went off to live in Skopelos ( most gorgeous island in the Aegean)
I wanted to live quietly and be a landscape artist. I loved a fully loaded brush and lots of wild
gestural strokes. I loved colour and intense contrasts. Probably too wild and too intense then.
I remember I sold a painting at a hotel that was being renovated, and a little kid came by
and commented on the 'volcano' in the painting. Hmm. (it was a tree...) It's probably all for the best that this particular period in my artistic career ended with the arrival of my first children...
My last big landscape took over three moths to paint, I was working in oils ,and I had the most
charming little studio in the village. Just one room, the front door opening up to a small courtyard where the neighborhood kids run around and played. I had a BFF for a neighbor, she and I seemed to be having babies at exactly the same time... Well, I had a baby in the play pen chewing on everything but her toys, a baby in the tummy and that was it with oils. I switched to watercolors and gave the studio up. ( Sigh...)I then gave up on the island altogether because I wanted my kids to get the best education I could offer them. And my marriage fell apart, which made a difference as well.(hmm ...again)
Why am I writing all this? I am back painting lush and colourful but hopefully much quieter, and this time in acrylics-I have learned the merits of 'restraint' since- (the hard way..) I have put the watercolors aside, and picked up the acrylics- my three older children are on their way, soon moving out to their own places-Lucy will have to endure a mother who is a full time painter and listens to lots of Chopin- Recently, I went through a phase where all my limitations ( as an artist) suddenly were so too painfully 'in my face'-I had to buckle up or bust- Good thing I do know how to buckle up!
Ok. I will go take a hike now and be back soon. It seems like I have lots to tell, and lots to paint.