I'd been itching to do a pastel (not just due to shingles..itching..get it..) I so enjoy working in pastel. The immediacy and ability to keep working without drying time is so appealing to me. I also love the pure color! I posted some in progress videos on facebook.
Here is the full version however I will be making some adjustments.
I study my work. This piece is not done. There are adjustments to be made to the use of green in the foreground. I also need to solidify the movement in the work. My inspiration for this piece was from our travels to the region of the Shenandoah Mountains and the Blue Ridge Parkway. I began to work on the horizon line and I pulled up my files like this one here from that trip. As I often do, I work from a series of images. I pulled this concept from 7 photos, various scenes and close ups, so this is similar to aspects yet not a photographic copy.
As one creates our senses and thoughts go into the work.
I saw a bad accident earlier in the news, where people lost their lives. I had a handyman project that I sure could have used my Dad's advice on yet he's no longer here to give it. I read countless posts on needs of prayer for healing. Empathy poured out as I have just a few weeks of this sickness and some people have years with theirs. Empathy over all the medicine some have to endure. The side effects. That fragile line of sickness and health. My dear friend lived her life with a disease then cancer came and stole her, and I read the cries of her daughter's who miss her so. There's that fragile line of life and death. My cousin recently crossed it. He could no longer function with Alzheimer's and chose to stop eating. I began to work but needed some references, as I scrolled my images there was one with a few trees and instantly I knew I needed to express this clinging life and death, the broken sickness and the colorful health. That is the trees in this piece.
That lingering feeling about life and death expands towards new life as I am focused on new life coming as a grandma to be with my pinterest stream full of new life and babies. Everywhere I go I see babies now.
The thunder busting through the cloudy sky and rain storms flooding through remind me of the natural life force of the earth. I think about energy. I think about spirit. I get lost in the colors and the memories of the beautiful land I visited. I relish in the details of the plant life, thorny yet beautiful.
Now all this has been part of the story of this landscape. Does it make the piece sad, scary or empowering for you to know the backstory? If the title is the Fragile Line of Life and Death is that too strong? It's a pretty piece for such a strong title, perhaps not....
Thanks for spending time with me and my art and taking part in my process. Forgive my imperfect grammar.
I always appreciate your comments and shares.