Green Tulips

Dear Art lover,

     I imagined my Valentine’s Day to start with brunch of kiwi, oranges, and cheese with fruit tea.  Then I would do some writing, research, and later painting; maybe a break by walking to the sea for the sunset.  Once back home I would then make a lazy dinner of salami slices, avocado, tomato, lettuce, and cheese layered in a tortilla.  No cooking and very little washing up.  I thought I might celebrate in the evening with a wee bit of Bailey’s Irish crème and some lovely new flavored dark chocolates I found locally.

Balancing triangular stone along the sea north of Umag, Croatia, surrounded by native red (iron-rich) clay

     However, my family nickname of “Grace Kelly” does not only describe my physical moves in sarcastic terms.  Earlier this week, I stepped “into it” again with words I used and found myself within a sadly familiar argument with someone I dearly love.  Every time this happens it bothers me seriously for days.  On the 11^th, I took a long walk north along the sea and tried to figure out why I do this time and again with this person (and others, if truth be told).  I tried to find a solution.  I do not really think that one exists.  So, the only good thing is that with each confrontation, I come away with a better understanding of how I feel, what I really want, and why I do what I do.  It may be the best I can do in this case.

     So, last night, I did not sleep.  With so many things on my mind, sleep has been elusive for several nights and last night even moreso.  Allora, I write, as I have done all of my life that I can remember.  It is a cathartic experience, a physical release through the arm and a tactile experience with ideas and paper.  The Bailey’s Irish Crème turned out to be breakfast around 5 a.m., I think.  Finally a bit of rest, and then …..Hahah… and lunch was the chocolate. There are few rules on these sorts of things, right?

     My friend and fellow stone carver Mary Tanner of Nebraska [I am charmed that this is how she signs her letters to me] had given me a wonderful gift the day we met in Firenze:  a handy tote bag which features images of her scientific drawings of Smilodon californicus, fossils that came from La Brae tar pits in downtown Los Angeles.  I packed this full of my pastels and a pad of paper, just in case, and took it with me on my walk by the sea earlier this week.  I stopped in this spot shown here to eat a few kiwi and watch the sun go down.

     Thus, it was a good day.  In fact, it was a great day since several of the ideas in my head that have too long vague began to take a more solid form and are coming together in a cohesive and do-able vision.  I have my next body of work.. many parts are still vague, however, for me it is always that way.  And once I find a home and can start this particular work, the forms will emerge as we go.

     In addition to a lovely day, I want to share with you two pastel works on one easel in my little space here in Croatia.  I started them in Italy… now trying to play with color and other explorations while I am away from my normal space.  Green Tulips and Piazza at Night [the latter started out as Piazza Santo Spirito in Firenze, but I have only memory to go by at the moment and am still working with this one].

     I have also spent the week being technically challenged on several fronts.  I still have not found a way to send out my art newsletter, despite having signed up for a different program (which freezes each time I try to enter content).  My e-mail program has mysteriously stopped keeping copies of my sent e-mails.  Random weird and frustrating things are happening in various programs on my laptop and the screen keeps crashing.  The type font now also looks jiggy-jagged, making writing on this computer a bit of a headache.  Yet, virus scans turn up nothing.  My Internet research leads me to no solutions.  It has been a frustrating week.  

     However, those who HAVE seen the newsletter published on my Web site have written me to tell how much they enjoy the images there…. So if you can, share and enjoy yourself, please:  Tantalizing Tasmania:

http://www.borsheimarts.com/news/2015_02_ArtNews-TasmaniaLandscapePainting.htm

And, as always, thank you for your continued interest.  Share this with anyone you think might appreciate it! 

Kelly

~ Kelly Borsheim, sculptor, painter, writer, teacher

http://BorsheimArts.com

P.S.  Happy Valentine’s Day, there is still so much to love and for which to feel grateful.

Smilodon californicus, Umag, Croatia, Tasmania, sea walk, Mary Tanner, frustration, Grace Kelly

Tuscan Trees in Mural

Cari Amici (Dear Friends),

I have got trees now in my mural project! And they are not all bad . . . it is a start, anyway: One foot in front of the other. Well, now that it is behind me, I can confess that on the 14th, I lost my confidence. I am not sure why then, but . . . yes, I am. For all the preparation work that I did with perspective and composition decisions, once I got the enlarged drawing on the wall, it either was not what I thought I had designed or it was simply wrong; it did not work.

It is amazing how similar and yet how very different mural painting is from street painting. When I was street painting, people often asked me if I could do a large painting on canvas. “Sure,” I said, “this is what I do.” But when I quoted a price, many were stunned. Why would it be “so high” and take “so long” when I see you in the street recreating the Mona Lisa large, in one day, working for tips? Well, I do not mean to get off on a rant here, but basically, I was making temporary art on the street and a copy of someone else’s design. And while I always try to do a good job, street painting is more a performance art than it is fine art. I do not mean that in a negative way, by any means. I mean that I have a relatively short deadline and my main goal is to make an impression with a very large image during that time. Impress you. That is the goal of a street painter. Spettacolo!

Yes, of course I want to impress people with all of the art that I make. However, when I have time to design something and make it last, it is a whole other ballgame. There are other ways in which to impress. Yet there I was, standing before my work and not happy. I had redrawn the first figure because she just looked too small. And eventually did the same with the distant figure. And then, two days ago, I realized that the middle figure would not work at any size because the viewpoint to the model was wrong. She is below me (as viewer) and thus, my reference from my model must reproduce that viewing position.

I used to exhibit a terrible temper. But I have worked on that over the years because I did not want to be that person. I now tend to turn my anger inside and I am not too kind when I am angry with myself. Was mine an error in calculations (which I should know better!) or was I simply experiencing my first mural project and learning that theories are one thing, reality quite another? Harumph! Lucky me. Having a better understanding now of myself, I know that this love-hate thing is often a part of each creation. (Whew!) This is because I am trying something new with each artwork, even if it may not look like that to you.

Frustration turns to anger; anger to depression and lost confidence. I know that in this case, I was also feeling overwhelmed by what I wanted to accomplish, with a few voices telling me that I would not be able to do this project by my deadline. First step: breathe. Second: Slow down and take time to think about what needs to be done and in what order. Do not run. Walk. It is a tortoise-and-hare thing and progress is progress. I needed to stop thinking about being “forced” to move fast (not my forte), and get back to thoughts of making something worth seeing, regardless of deadlines.

So, I contacted my model and arranged to redo the pose for the figure I needed. In mural painting, unlike street painting, I must create the background first. I also need to create the scene before adding the figures into that scene. However, their sizes and placements help me determine other compositional elements in the whole work. That is why muralist Victor Goikoetxea told me that one always fully designs the mural before any of actual artwork gets done. There is none of this, “Let’s see where the artwork takes me” kind of thing possible in most other creative endeavors.

Allora, two days ago was a frustrating, but necessary part of this project. Today, the work is stronger; the figures sized into place. Yesterday, I got what I needed from the model, the lovely Anna Rosa. I also painted the first layer of the background. And I painted trees! I have another day at least ahead of me on the landscape, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. And as they say, “Let us just hope it is not the train.”

If you have followed my career much, you will remember the name of master sculptor Vasily Fedorouk, who was my friend and mentor. Sadly and suddenly, we lost him just over three years ago. His wife Dilbara and I have remained good friends and now she is prepared to sell a selected few pieces of Vasily’s artwork. I will be announcing these pieces, with their prices, in my next art newsletter, which will come out later this month or early October, once I have finished my mural project. If you would like to be one of the first to receive this information, please sign up for my art newsletter. You may preview past newsletters on the following page, if you like: http://www.borsheimarts.com/newsletter.htm