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I’d love to know where she ended up. If she ended up anywhere. I’m sure I’ll find out Monday. Maybe no one would want her. But I believed that at least one person would. I had to believe it, or I would never succeed. She was such a joy to create. I was literally in another world when i made her. Especially her hair. I started drawing her two weeks ago today. It was Sunday. A sunny, cozy, Sunday. Her top and bottom half were drawn on two pieces of scrap paper, and attached at the hips.
Just to clarify… when I say draw, I mean draw, erase, draw, erase, erase, erase it all, draw erase some more, erase the whole thing, start over, almost finish, erase the entire face 14 more times, look at the clock, realize its 3:30am, draw it once more, and…. done. Well… as done as a person who makes art can feel. Basically, I knew I had a deadline and the pressure was on. In fact, she started as an entirely different painting, an entirely different girl, which I worked on all day Saturday, only to toss aside. That canvas now stands with the other misfits and orphans that lean against the studio wall, wondering if they will ever be loved again. They will.
But for now, I am focused on Brave Girl. She was still just a flimsy drawing, detailed with colored pencils, carefully cut out, sprayed with fixative and set to the side, while I began to create her ground… her world. Paint, glue, tissue, little scraps in my studio… Three canvases later, one milky blue, one awful pea green, and finally it started to emerge. The whole time I was trying to stay away from a Pink background for a few different reasons, but I eventually I gave in. Red, White, a little Titanium Buff, and off I went into her world. Layer after layer, more red, some orange, lots of yellow… a little purple. Cutting, gluing, drawing, gluing, painting… until the world was ready for her. She settled in perfectly, with some minor gluing drama…OK… it was a disaster. I am a mess with the glue. How do I get it in my hair?!! Luckily I was able to overcome the glue monster… I took a deep breath, followed the gluing protocol, and laid her in place. I knew she was home. Still bald, but home. I loved her. I didn’t “love my drawing”. My drawing skills are mediocre at best. A little shadowing and perspective I learned from Miss Mailette, but still drawing with the skill level of a first grader. No, I didn’t love the drawing. I just loved her. And it didn’t matter to me if anyone else did. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t perfect. She was loved.
During the week, I worked on her here and there. The circles of text and music were originally cut out to be hair. Crazy, quirky, pretty, bubble hair. I thought about leaving her bald… she was pretty that way. I do sometimes leave my girls bald, but she was going to have hair. I arranged the shapes in dozens of ways. The bubble hair wasn’t working for her though… I was trying too hard. And I hadn’t even thought about the flowers yet. There’s always flowers. I was running out of time. So I moved the bubbles of paper down to the bottom and i just said, heck, I’ll just make these into flowers.
The flowers emerged, different sizes and colors…nothing too crazy. I tend to get overly involved in detail, and I don’t really have time for that now. But in no way did that mean the flowers didn’t have to be right. I just had to work differently than I usually do. I had to just go with it. I groomed her flower garden for a few hours during the week. And then Saturday… my favorite day of the week since I was four (in my day you could only watch cartoons on Saturday).. this day I would now go back to her hair. No thinking, just grab your sh*t, fill the water and today we are going outside.
There’s nothing like working in a colorful, sunny studio surrounded by art supplies, furry friends and books. But working outside with the sunshine tops that by far. The morning light shows you colors you never saw before. I set up my easel and all my supplies, and got straight to work. The voice of my nerves tried to creep out of my brush. Your running out of time. Tick Tock. You only have two days. What if you ruin it? You don’t know what you’re doing. What if you can’t finish it. You should start over. This is cr*p.
“Shut up”, I told the voice. So I just sat there and got to work. I played with the flowers, mushed colors around in the background. I was still procrastinating a bit, not sure what her hair was to look like… the hair is important. I started to sketch around her face in yellow chalk. A little curly, a little stringy, down pasted her waist.
I sat, I listened, I looked, tilted my head. Nope, that’s not it. Listened some more. And then the wind came out of nowhere. It was probably there all morning, and I just hadn’t noticed it, but when the wind blows in my yard the trees make some serious noise. I am certain it would register on my husbands trusty decibel meter. I stared at the painting, I looked up at the trees for a while, closed my eyes, then I saw her hair blow. This would be her hair. The hair that evolved over the course of the day was trying to capture that moment. That obnoxiously (but beautifully) loud gust of wind that almost knocked her over but she stood firm with her handbag. Everything she needed was in that handbag. Her strength, hope, family, friends, love, creativity, courage, cats…a little money for food, coffee and health insurance… they were all right in there. The wind was powerful. She was definitely more so.
My parents came over and hung out while I worked, and then I finally packed it in for dinner. One more day. She was getting there.
The next day I woke up and I was pumped. I couldn’t wait to spend the day with her. First things first, coffee and couch time. Then I put the music on, I got my yoga on, and we did our thing. Brave girl and me. Girl time! We hung out all day and well into the night, until there was nothing left to talk about. Later girlfriend. She was complete.
I don’t usually write play by plays detailing my paintings in progress. This is possibly the first. Photos are easier to share since you can always say “I know it sucks, it’s not done yet”. It’s definitely strange putting this side of my art out there though. I guess some people will think I am utterly weird creating the way I do, but this is pretty much how it goes every time. Except for the “finishing” part. Signed, sealed, varnished, ready to hang. Very. Rarely. Happens.
There are two jewels that were added at the end, which had their own separate gluing challenges. Apparently gravity is still stronger than mostly dry glue (meaning, you must lay the painting flat until glue COMPLETELY dries, or her ruby necklace might end up as a belly button jewel). But it all worked out in the end, and I was ready to let her go. Let’s do this.
I boxed her up and sent her out into the world.
Brave Girl was created for a fundraiser which would raise money for breast health initiatives including the Beekley Center for Breast Health and Wellness, and a free mammogram program, in Bristol CT. I couldn’t make it to the fundraiser this year, but my heart was definitely there. Literally. She hopefully went home with someone last night. 🙂
Update ~ Brave Girl ended up going to a wonderful home and resides with a private art collection in Bristol, CT.
Connecticut Folk Artist Skyblue is Erica Lubee (formerly Erica Moreland). She writes this blog from her studio in CT to share her love of art, creativity, photography, nature and all creatures big and small, real and imagined. Her passion is for mixed media, whimsical folkart, illustration and the feminine portrait. Visit Skyblue’s gallery for more of her paintings and artworks. Some prints available at Redbubble. Original drawings, paintings, and more will become available soon! Follow or subscribe here or on Facebook for updates and more artsy fun.
Sorry to my lovely friends and followers… I had trouble adding a link to my last post – I am not very good at posting from my I-Phone.
Anyway, here is the link back to the original post: Yoga Gypsy
And here is the link the the store if you’d like to go straight there! Yoga Gypsies for sale!
When I drew Yoga Gypsy, I was coming off of a year of some serious health challenges… I knew I needed to be creating art again, but i just couldn’t find the energy to do much at all. I pressed on the best I could, doing daily(ish) yoga and gentle exercise in my studio… I was not ready to let my body fall apart. It was absolutely amazing how much better I was feeling, just using the most delicate movements from yoga and belly dance.
Soon I became stronger, and sketches started to emerge from my journals as I started to find energy in the art. I used that energy to get more energy and I remember feeling some of that energy in my yoga. It was at that time that i realized that both of these parts of my life were not separate… they existed within each other… because of each other. I knew movement and art would heal me.
Yoga Gypsy was one of the first drawings I knew I wanted to share… in hopes she could help someone else find strength and inner peace. And she is now available at my RedBubble store, in several colors and designs! Kind of a big deal!! 🙂
Greeting Cards, Prints, Framed Art, Canvases… Enjoy! and Thank you!
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month!
Summer is long gone. Fall is nearly devoid of all color. New England is known for its breathtaking foliage and autumn wonder, but the window is small. It feels like i blinked and the color was gone. Last weekend, I knew it would be my last chance of the year to enjoy the warm sunshine and colors in my yard. Tiny still-lifes everywhere. I didn’t want these moments it to go unappreciated and forgotten.
Sure enough, here it is the following weekend, and the grey veil has settled upon us. The sky is drab, the blossoms are shriveled, and the trees are almost bare. Sandy threatens to wipe out what remains. It will be cold and grey for the next five months. Goodbye color and light…for now. This is where art comes in.
Stay safe in the storm.
Stewie in his bag, spreading Awareness this October.
Breast Cancer Awareness Month
Wow, we are well into October already… time for us to get out our PINK and raise some awareness. Breast Cancer Awareness Month is in full pink regalia. I am not alone in my mixed emotions about all the pink fuss. But I happen to be a hardcore fan of the color pink, and I fully support the donning of all its shades where intentions are sincere.
An event, and cause, at the company I work for, is one such place this sincerity is found. The other day, the first design from TheCreativeDaisyArtProject made its debut at this event. Peace on Earth is now available, and 100% of the proceeds I earn for any item in this design will be donated to causes providing breast cancer treatments and prevention.
The card is available in folding or postcard style, and there are also matching stamps that can be purchased separately. We can create other products in this design upon request.
This is the first of many drawings, photos, sketches and paintings being created and collected for the sole purposes of raising some cash for various good causes, and spreading smiles and warm-fuzzies across the world.
Please visit the link below if you would like to make a purchase. http://www.zazzle.com/skybluewithdaisies/gifts
My intention is to post periodically and regularly about the project, it’s target causes, and the people behind the art. You can visit my dedicated blog, which will include updates on funds donated, and more details about the project.
Thank you for your kindness. Please pass on the pink, and feel free to share this link, TheCreativeDaisyArtProject, with your readers… your colleagues… your facebook friends!
Have a happy, healthy holiday season!
~ xo sky blue
If you have questions, or if you would like to submit a design for the project, please feel free to email me: email@example.com
~ I encourage women of all ages to perform regular self-checks, monitor your breast density, and consider a mammogram when the time is right for you. And please spread the word!
The calm has set in. I feel like I can breathe. The past month or so has been a little jarring to my spirit, but it has not been without many of the sweetest moments. Besides dealing with the Great Power Outage of 2011, which most of us in Connecticut are finally recovering from… I was sent in for a wee bit of surgery… again… just to make sure I am still paying attention I suppose.
Since October 2009, when my life was so rudely interrupted with the Breast Cancer diagnosis, there have been what seems to be an endless number of surgeries and medical challenges. I had never had surgery before this time. The thought of it made me shudder. But I have been poked, sliced, stitched, injected and infused more in the past two years than I would like to admit. Most of my treatments and surgeries had wrapped up earlier this year and I was moving on.
Life was getting better, but it was an adjustment. I was feeling like one of Picasso’s lovely nudes… my body felt so disjointed and awkward, but I knew I was of a new strength. I knew I was somehow more beautiful, even with all my jagged scars, and without my long hair. It was a sad beauty… a beautiful sadness… Yet I was a stronger, more powerful, more beautiful woman. I became one of the women for whom all the pink fuss was about.
As things were returning to normal, I had no intention of dwelling on this pothole in the road. Life was going good for us in 2011. The economy still sucking… The weather still usually sucking… but I was all patched up, i had some peach fuzz on my head, i was alive, and life was going very good.
Then we get another shot of “Oh Jesus!” juice. Early last month I found out I had a cyst on my ovary… which is typically not that alarming and very common apparently… but because of “my history” they immediately sent me back into the OR to get the whole ovary removed. It is likely nothing… but if it is something… we will just remove your other ovary and your uterus… and if it is still something you will have some more chemo… and then you should be fine… You are over 40 so you must have had your children already… (no, thanks for assuming though).
It was hard to keep the thoughts at bay… to not revisit my dark thoughts of pain and mortality…further departure from my femininity… but I managed to stay positive for the most part.
Today my new set of scars are starting to heal, I can sit up on my own again, and test results all came back good. Now that storm Alfred, and my own personal little power outage, are over… I am back in the swing and all “lights” are back on! Fist bumps all around.
I have made some interesting observations recently. Each time I come out of this ever more familiar post-surgery storm… I seem to know myself a little better. There seems to be a noticeable light shining upon my surroundings… a tangible sharpening of my senses. The colors of the trees and the horizons are so much more vibrant. The flavors of a home cooked meal are so much more delightful. The voice of a friend is so much more relished. My dance music makes me feel so much more emotional. Songs on the radio are so much more fun… I can’t stop car dancing! I’ve seriously got moves like Jagger lately.
I am not taking these observations lightly. It should not take being injected with toxic chemicals or winning a one-sided, unarmed fight with a scalpel-wielding professional to make me notice a sunset or make time for a friend. I always notice sunsets, and i always love my friends, but maybe this is why we must go through rough times. Just to make sure we are still paying attention – really paying attention.
Are you there God? It’s me, erica. Please no more surgeries this year… I’m listening!!! (-:
Images: Les Demoiselles d’Avignon – Pablo Picasso, e.j.l.’s sketch book, Girl With a Mandolin – Pablo Picasso
Nothing energizes me and exhausts me, so acutely and simultaneously, as a busy weekend in New York City…especially a gorgeous sunny October weekend. I can barely walk afterwards, i always gain about five pounds, but I can’t stop thinking about it’s beauty for days and weeks afterwards. Beautiful streets, beautiful people…my senses max out as i try to take in every building, every face, every color, every word in lights. I’d add, every smell… but there a few of those I could do without. Many are delicious and lovely of course! I feel like i am being yanked in fifty directions by sticky peanuts, greasy hotdogs, giant cookies, and tiny cupcakes. Did I mention the pizza and ice-cream? Ample Hills, Brooklyn, Shout-Out!!!
I often long to live in the city, to be able to experience it’s rich brilliance day in and day out, to be able to walk outside for miles and miles. But visiting is pretty great too. I tend to take a LOT of photos while i am there. Someday I’ll get my “real” camera, and a clue how to use it, but for now I must express myself with my husband’s point and shoot. This past weekend in NYC was especially breathtaking. Thanks for coming with me, Amanda! Thanks again for having us Mel, Sean and Teru!
absolutely inspired, sore as f*ck, and always hungry,
p.s. i think the only thing i forgot to take a picture of was the Ample Hills ice-cream shop in Brooklyn… i was very distracted.
p.s.s. Brooklyn Flea… I did not forget about you! I will save a separate blog post just for you! (-: