Every day is yours Mom
Just letting you know
My heartbeat is your gift I carry
I must have seen this cover a hundred times, yet I can’t get over the beauty of it! The colours, the expression, the textures… All are a work of extreme purity.
Now, to come to what’s between the covers… Pure excellence.
Meandering between three decades, starting from the art and life of the first female Dutch artist to be invited to join the Artists Guild in 1600s, to present day New York of 2000 and a painting called, ‘At the Edge of the Wood’ and it’s forgery. Three alternating timelines and locations and their impact on the lives of different people, is done masterfully by Dominic Smith.
I couldn’t agree more with the ‘People’ magazine review… “This beautiful meditation on love, loss, and art is as luminous as a Vermeer. ‘
Nature inspires and
Till we have no option
But to sit up and take note
Of its beauty and playfulness
And let some of it rub off
On is 😊
I meet many people who express their fear of color or failure to make anything substantial when it comes to painting, especially watercolours… My response is always the same, just plunge into it with joy.. See how the colours blend and get excited by that magical process. You are not creating for anyone but yourself and never ever forget that…. 😊
Some blobs of paint, a selection of brushes, a surface to work on and imagination…. LOADS of it! And patience, to build up from nothing, a dream that exists only within you. An ephemeral idea that burns, sometimes brightly, at other times mildly and needs to be attended to.
This excitement of capturing something intangible and giving it some sort of form for the world to see, is art for me.
It takes me to places within me that I never knew existed. It introduces me to parts of my personality I didn’t know were there. It makes me observe nature like it might my last view of it. And while doing this, I miss nothing. My world is complete. I am in the world that I create. I am a bee hovering over a blooming Lotus and I am the shadow under a languid Lotus leaf…. And when it is all done, I wash my brushes and gently come back to this other world and drive myself home… Cocooned in silence and peace that even the raging traffic and piercing horns cannot penetrate….
This is art for me.
The expanse of a lake filled with blooming Lotus can relax any mind. Even when painting in the studio, the feeling is similar. As I choose colors and blend them, moving way back to see if there is a sense of space in my canvas, I feel touched by an unknown power. It imparts peace and joy and a strange contentment that makes me feel complete… I want for nothing then, except to share that beautiful joy with others … ☺️🌼