…Risk taking is less risky when you are not attached. It is more precious when you are.
I am attached and excited at the prospect of starting over. It was tumultuous. We jumped in the sack a little too fast. I gave you a diamond ring when flowers might have been more your thing. You’re a rowdy folk. Let’s have some tea, you and me. I will bring the grays and the blues, you just bring you.
To be continued…(End of last blog, The Rowdy Ones)
Some time has passed.
The attachment that made moving forward so difficult was simply that I had expectations. The first versions of the painting had a wonderful color scheme. It was straight out of what I had envisioned. But you know how when you think you know who your perfect partner is, and maybe even find them, only to find out that what you thought was perfection was actually boring?
I was bored with the painting. I couldn’t explain it. Colors of blue, green, fluorescent orange, yellow and pink—great! Structure of plaster, rock and sand—great! I wasn’t happy. Now it was covered in blue and gray and sitting in my studio.
We didn’t talk for two weeks. That’s how it is when things get so hot and steamy. We needed some time apart. I decided to make other social plans.
I pulled out my pencils, pens and watercolors and visited some old flings. I had done a series of quick sketches about a year ago with pen and ink. I was playing in dreamtime, that time right before you fall asleep or right after you wake up. These creations wanted to play and I was game. We danced through two week, as I sat at our red table past midnight most nights and birthed small galaxies.
Dreaming Boy, Watercolor and ink on Bristol Paper, 11″x14″
There were floating boys in sun filled skies,
dreaming happy private thoughts through kaleidoscope clouds
There were dragon flowers blossoming out of nothing,
bursting forth with psychedelic petals and spiral vines.
Dragon Blossom, Watercolor and ink on Bristol Paper, 11″x14″
There were cave men in aboriginal dreamtime stories
exploring the collective unconscious.
Primordial Man
Watercolor and Ink on Bristol Paper, 11″x14″
Dragons returned,
their wildness tamed by wilder women,
who pulled out demons, anger and depression,
offering them to angels who transmuted
the demons into dreams.
Wild Dragon, Wilder Woman,
Watercolor and ink on Bristol Paper, 11″x14″
These were the fantasies,
rowdy in their colors and impossible shapes.
I had viewed others walking in this reality,
without judgment,
sharing their worlds that drew me in deep,
almost suffocating,
but not wanting to come up for air
because of the joy of swimming around in the depths.
These visions, birthed by other artists, opened a door for me, to allow the fantastic to be born. I felt invigorated, grateful to have allowed myself to follow my muse.
I considered that I could have let the other painting live. I could have, and could have accepted it like one accepts that black sheep in the family, the rowdy ones that are difficult to be around, yet something about them keeps drawing you back. I could have done that. But I didn’t.
There was a stirring. I was finishing work one afternoon, tired, but feeling ready to go back to the rowdy one. Driving home in my old truck, watching the light through the trees on the rural road to my studio, I had a feeling there was something ready to come out.
Walking into the womb of paints and tools, there it was, a mass of blue gray with some orange poking through. It happened so effortlessly. I was stretched, moved into new possibilities. Doors in my aristvision opened and there it was. Nanatuk.
Nanatuk, 30″x30″ Acrylic, plaster, spray paint, rock and sand on canvas
Nanatuk is the Inuit word for islands of land in the middle of glaciers. This painting felt like the gray blue of the land in an arctic terrain of silver and sky blue horizons, the sun in a solar negative matching a landscape that on first glance has very little variation and on a closer inspection is full of infinite subtlety.
Upon finishing the painting, it’s name given, a piece of wisdom was shared with me. This rowdy painting, this rebel that didn’t settle, revealed an Inuit proverb:
If you are going to walk on thin ice, you might as well dance.
We danced the Tango under moonlight…
Thanks for being here. I am. Right now, you can find my artwork on Facebook at GeoArt, You can also find our artist’s group on Facebook at ArtisTribe, a group of artists supporting artists, and ArtisTribe Magazine, the page that supports that group.
My interviews with other artists is on my other blog, “ArtisTribe Interviews”
You can reach me at geoart108@gmail.com
All my best! Geoffrey