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Saturday, August 5, 2023
Impending Storm
Here is a painting painted in 2020 before COVID. It has been part of the National Museum of Women in the Arts 2023 Showcase at E E Bass Cultural Arts Center in Greenville, MS. Even though I painted it in 2020, the piece represents rural Mississippi in the late 1970s for me. It was a time in my youth dear to my heart. These days and summers spent at my grandparent's home in Conehatta were special to me.
As other artists will tell you, there is solitary time in the art-making process. Solitary time has not bothered me for the most part. Being alone and doing my art seems normal since I am also an only child and have done this my whole life. There is a difference, however, between just painting to paint and creating a heartfelt piece. Creating a work from the heart must be inspired by a deep love of something or someone. This way of creating involves no thinking but just doing. It is a state of being where one is peaceful and surrendered. It is easy for one to make art in this state. I am in my element - in that creative zone. I have realized this is the part of being an artist I love. For me, making art goes hand in hand with my faith and reading the word (The Bible). It is where I learn about God and see I am fully known by God. I can rest in His protection, allowing me to be freely creative with no fear.
This is one of those meaningful paintings from my heart representing Conehatta, MS, at my grandparent's house in the 1970s and early 80s. My grandparents were Sally and Sam Bishop, who I called Mama B and Granddaddy. My cousins and I spent time at their home during our summers, and this time influenced all of us more than we realized. They owned around 80 acres with two lakes, two barns, livestock, chickens, and a very large garden. Granddaddy was a carpenter when he wasn't running the farm with Mama B. Us kids got to see how hard they worked to keep this farm. They rarely went to the store except for the essentials. Mom said when she was a little girl, a man with a store truck visited, and my grandmother would trade eggs for flour and sugar. Mama B was an active member of Conehatta Baptist Church. She taught the Bible to children at Sunday school. I appreciate how much she must have bore fruit for the kingdom of God in her small rural town. One thing my mother told me that I will not forget. My grandfather was once approached by the Klu Klux Klan (a very evil group). They wanted him to join them, and I am proud he said "NO" and took a stand against all they were doing and what they stood for. My grandparents took care of the less fortunate local people. They gave work to the Choctaw Indians and took food to those in need.
Mama B showed us, cousins, how to garden and care for chickens. Granddaddy showed us how to bait a hook for pole fishing. We learned how to grow potatoes, make pies, dig up worms for fishing, and collect eggs, shell beans, and peas. Whatever catfish we caught in the pond, Granddaddy would clean, and we would have them for dinner. We slept on sheets dried on a clothesline with windows open to feel the cool night's breeze since there was no a/c. I remember our times eating watermelon on the porch and playing board games with my cousins.
Recently, we had our annual Bishop family reunion. My cousins, grandparents, inlaws, and all still gather to stay in touch. My aunt Nan Owens has made beautiful photo albums from these memories, and I am sharing some of these pictures here. I hope these memories will last and our kids will carry them on to share with their own families.
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Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Impending Storm
The location is south of I-20 in Forest, MS - near Conehatta, MS where my grandparents owned a small farm. My cousins and I spent time there during our summers.
I've been thinking a lot about what my dad is going through with his cancer and the fact that my uncle just died on the 14th. It is true that life isn't the way that generation remembers it. It seems like there is a lot of talk about death and dying but also reminiscing about good times. In the past month, we've seen 3 of my parents' friends die. This painting sets the mood.....like there is a storm coming and maybe it's here.
As I say this and paint this picture I know without a doubt that we are so blessed to have the Lord. He is our strength and our song though sadness and trials. Jesus is our true comforter. 🙏
Sunday, May 19, 2019
Why do we paint? ...and how art works when words fail
Written by ISHRATH HUMAIRAH
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The Journey- by Maggie Mayer |
What makes you paint? Is it because you took to the brush when you were a kid? Did you see a masterpiece so magnificent that you took to the brush like no tomorrow? Why did you not do something else? Why did we choose to paint over many other options available to express? How do people end up painting, in life? Or is it just the one side dominance of brain?
I am not talking science here. The science of art is neither my area of interest nor my cup of tea, at the moment. There are artists who stress upon how methodical and scientific art is. I may climb to that realm, later in life.
I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream
- Vincent van Gogh
What I am more interested now is how art makes you the person that you are – when you paint or when you admire art. I want to know how art starts to speak from within… how art expresses the deep core…. how art translates the messages…. how art works when words fail… and a lot more – for art was when languages were naught. And even today, a picture is worth a thousand words. Then, is art an urge to express? Is it our failure to master other forms of expression that art gives us the refuge and medium we seek?
Do we artists reject the nuances of language, grammar and words, to express? Do artists want unbridled freedom in expressing and questioning? Do artists want to do something that was never made before? Is this the way we like to be spent? Does making artwork undo the artist? Is art a part of unlearning to enlighten? Does art make us understand the elements better? Does art makes everything simple?
The only time I feel alive is when I’m painting
-Vincent van Gogh
There are a multitude of emotions that an artist goes through when creating a painting or a sculpture. The joy of seeing ones vision translate with hands, the despair of a wrong brush stroke, the anxiety of using a new color, the confidence of a repeated brushstroke, the tension of a measured stroke, the strain of fine brush work, the stressful judgment of seeing the big picture, the want to create a balance, the stray hair of the brush on canvas, the pace of emotions within, and a lot more….
To paint is to show a bit of your soul. Where words fail, colors and strokes convey. Deep seated sub conscious comes to life. It is a way of connecting with your inner self. And more often than not, we remain surprised with what we see.
Like Jerry Fresia said, “we make a mark on the canvas and when we look back, we see something that seemingly was not there a moment ago. And there is that miracle: by virtue of making marks, we have created ourselves a tiny bit more – and we actually can see more, feel more, because we have become more, by that tiny bit”.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
-Henry Ward Beecher
Sometimes we know what to paint and we begin with it. But as time and colors go by, the outcome is totally different as planned. Sometimes we don’t know what the painting is going to be but start painting anyway… and the outcome is something you had always imagined.
Each painting has its own way of evolving…When the painting is finished, the subject reveals itself.
-William Baziotes
It is true that once the painting is complete, no matter how much you love it, it is outside of you. All that you held within for that artwork is right in front of your eyes. The entire emotional journey undertaken is right in front of you. A certain part of you has come onto the painting and remains there. Like a child who is born unto you, but is an individual by itself.
It’s not your painting anymore. It stopped being your painting the moment that you finished it.
Art. Love. Truth.
The colors to use, the shades to restrain, and the strokes to play with… are what defines the art and his artwork. These, over a period of time become unique to the artist and can never be replicated. If replicated, it remains without soul.
Every artwork created with labour and love, speaks to the person who is meant for it. There are many mass produced paintings, which no matter how beautiful and striking to look at, do not strike a chord anywhere. Try it yourself.
Art that gets produced on a fixed time scale, according to me, is never art. There has to be enough movement of soul for something to be produced. Art cannot be mass produced… until unless lunacy rules.
There are times when a blank canvas can stare at you for a long time and nothing seems to move. The blank canvas remains for a long time to come. And then there are those days when many canvases get consumed in few moments. There is no fixed schedule or timetable to create art.
Body suffers, soul celebrates.
To paint is to converse with oneself. I tried to study almond blossoms by Vincent Van Gogh to understand the whys and why not’s of art. As we match his paintings to his life history and the times at which each painting was created, one can sense an immense sense of escape and pleasure of life while at work. Even during his depressing days, the art works seemed to celebrate life. While painting, we live a life within which is much different from what we live outwardly.
Journey of the artists’ art
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.
-Pablo Picasso
As time goes by, painting chronicles our life. Like a journal – diary, we can see the ups and downs of life and the artists impressions. Of the images that lived within, the medium of expression, the sleight of hand, the madness of work, the evolution of subjects and objects of interest and the things that they always wanted to convey. Like a painter/ author once wrote: “painting is my predilection, my way or tool to evolve, to “know”.
If you want to know all about Andy Warhol, just look at the surface of my paintings and films and me, there I am. There’s nothing behind it.
-Andy Warhol
When I look back at my drawings and paintings, I see a person so far and distant – that was once me. Now, the style, subject, composition, and fervour have evolved. Should this be called the growth or evolution of the person or the artist? I don’t know. But change is there, well chronicled on the chosen medium of communication – called art. And if someone wants to learn a bit more about the artist, study his art work from the beginning.
Art is not off-the-shelf product.
There are some paintings which grow on me after a long time. And this is not because I got used to seeing them.
Once finished and not satisfied with the outcome, I leave it to settle down so that I can come back to it with a better frame of mind and see it in different light or make corrections to it. But more often than not, I end up liking them the way they are – perfectly hung on a perfect wall to dry. They seem to be so much in place and peace that I don’t touch or re-touch them.
It makes me wonder if this is true of the buyers too. Shouldn’t the art lovers be spending enough time with the artwork to decide if it is meant for them?
And when someone does like the artwork so much to buy it, after spending some time with it…. does means a lot to the artist… that the art-lover has experienced something with the creation.
When art gives you hidden lessons or mixed messages, it works. Art that tugs your heart has always been the one that never portrayed the obvious. There is no fun in painting the things what you see around the way they are – within the confined dimensions of space-time. Art is about tasting with your eyes.
I am unable to make any distinction between the feeling I get from life and the way I translate that feeling into painting.
-Henri Matisse
It is when the artist’s vision or imagination extends/ stretches these constraints that his art starts to talk to you. And then makes you feel comfortable or disturbed. Either way, it has spoken to you.
Thoughts on art… to be continued
From healing, struggling, binding to liberating… there are so many facets of art. I would love to hear what my dear artists and creative souls think about it or feel within. I keep thinking about it and would like to know your thoughts.
Please do share… and let the journey continue.
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Saturday, January 28, 2017
Tonal Harmony - Day 21
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
I'll Be At The Lake - Day 18
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Cello Player - Day 17
Monday, January 23, 2017
Cello Player (In Progress) - Day 16
Saturday, January 21, 2017
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Abstract I 48" x 60" Mixed Media This piece was created in 2015.
