Portraiture

From an early age I was drawn to paintings or sculptures of faces and figures. Every other year or so I paint my own self portrait’s to see how my style has developed. Usually in oils but on rare occasions using digital painting software. Technology these past few years has moved on in strides. Most artists usually use their own face as reference. One always has one’s face available doesn’t one!

My most recent self portraits have turned abstract. Taken on a more narrative element rather than a recognisable and accurate one. I will show these another day. But the first image is my last self portrait that does hold recognisable features. Still, as I was painting it, I decided to play with the details to morph into a more illustrative depiction. The more I did this, the more I liked it. Probably a reflection of me wanting to ignore the passage of time and what it has done to my face. I created a level of delusion that is more playful. Was this right to do? I’m actually torn as I know the most amazing faces are those with character.

But I went with this idea and this then led to me letting go completely and decided to show me in story form. As I said earlier, I will show these soon.

And more importantly I practice self portraits to ensure I’m always ready and at the right level to take on the highest honour an artist can have, a commission to paint someone’s loved one. Usually a loved one who has passed.

This part of being a painter, no one had prepared me for. I spend time with the family, finding out all about the them. This is a valuable and always painful but essential part to creating their last image. When painting I usually cry and always talk to them myself throughout the process. The honour bestowed on me is one I hold high above all else.

An honour I have had many times and will never take for granted.

Thank you to those families involved.

Time

Time is something I seem to lack more and more as I get older. I remember my Nan telling me off for saying I’m bored. I would give anything now to be bored. Plus I would give anything to have time with her again. Now I understand why she was so sharp with me. It’s a blessing to be bored. As a child you feel like you have all the time in the world.

Oh to have time.

Now time to me has become a precious commodity. Something I am always in desperate need of. Time with my family, time to paint, time to even tidy the house. Let alone fix the broken tiles on my kitchen floor.

Recently I had a meeting through the IW Creative Network which I joined a few months ago. A ‘121’ creative advice session with the lovely Alys.

Two hours well spent. And ‘time’, for me, was definitely the topic that was lacking.

How to organise ones time to enable the creation of all that I want to achieve? Probably sounds so easy as a concept right? As an artist, you just want to create good art right?

Anyway, how to organise my ‘time’ is my homework.

Well I’ve managed to write a new BLOG post. Only took me a year. Also I got to go to an amazing show at the Royal Albert Hall and walk around the National Portrait Gallery (My favourite place in the world). Eat at a Anime style restaurant and spend some much needed quality time with my daughter.

So something is working :)


Until next time…



Saying goodbye

So I never wanted to write this. But last year we lost David.

Still don’t want to talk about it really but I don’t think anyone reads my blog anyway so this really is just for me.

Within a few days of his passing I disappeared into the studio. I decided to paint him. Almost a spiritual grieving process that I can’t describe. How I managed to finish this and to a level I’m so proud of I will never know. I think I spoke to him and cried the entire time.

I am angry at myself because I wanted to do this before his passing. I wanted to show him how much he meant to me and to say thank you for welcoming me into his family and treating me as one of his own. But through his illness I kept thinking if I did paint him, I would have to accept what was happening.

I was highly honoured to be able to give this to my mother in law, Anne. Couldn’t show it to her for a long while though as of course it was too painful for her. And then the guilt of making her hurt even more with something I had created was horrible. Was it the right thing? I don’t know.

I think he would have liked it.

Chase the dream not the competition

 

Spend all your day looking at Instagram or Pinterest or other similar sites?

...I know I do.

Spend a lot of time 'researching' ideas and styles?

Of course they can be brilliant tools following other artists and their art, it can be inspirational. But be careful.

At the end of your finger tips we have constant access to hundreds of thousands of images and their implied success stories (emphasis on 'implied') which can overload your mind and hinder your own personal growth.

This recently happened to me.

After chatting with other wonderful people in similar careers, who I admire greatly. I discovered a recurring problem. Everyone is so obsessed by what everyone else is doing. So much so that they are devaluing their own individual, unique creativity and wasting valuable time.

So what should you be doing? Simply put, remind yourself why 'you' do what you do and where 'you' want to go. Using social media should be kept to a minimum. Its easy to get distracted.

So step away and get your head down and just let your creative juices flow. 

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Me and my journey

So I wanted to show you my journey with portraiture so far. I am not sure of the end goal but its the new techniques and new compositions and colours that drive me ever forward. Looking back at my 'own' portfolio (and not others) I can see clearly how far I've come and what I should also revisit.

I find this a much more positive and constructive use of my time.

 

Remember, this is just my own opinion. Please feel free to contact me to tell me your thoughts on the subject or if you need help directing in the right direction.

Thanks for reading :)