Sunday, October 4, 2015

Sharing Energies



This painting honors the inner strength and sacred beliefs of my friend Connie.






"Sharing Energies" Copyright Katherine Bird  
Acrylic on gallery wrap canvas   
24 x 36"      
Completed September 13, 2015


Painted with fluid colors applied with a dropper, this particular piece contains an interesting effect.

After the preliminary drawing I coated the canvas with tar gel, a clear coating that allows a smooth surface for easier paint application.  When the tar gel dried, I started applying the paint. 

The next day, after the paint had dried I noticed many cracks in the paint surface.  It had happened to me before when painting on a hard surface, but never on a canvas.  It thought it was because of the tar gel, but I used it as directed.  I contacted the company who produced the product.  The company technician seemed to be scratching his head about it, saying he has never seen that before, suggesting it may have something to do with fluctuating room temperature.  I knew that it wasn't the case.  I decided to accept the aberration and continued painting.  


More interesting was that the cracks only appeared in the trees and in the background.  The paint in the figure did not behave the same way.


It is one of those cases where the paint seems to take its own action to show the meaning of the image.  The cracks represent the crackles of energy from the trees - so fitting with the action of acknowledging the tree and its connection to life; exchanging respect, wisdom and energies.


The benefits of tree energy:  "It has recently been scientifically validated that hugging trees is good for you.  Research has shown that you don't even have to touch a tree to get better - just being within its vicinity has a beneficial effect.
"In a recently published book, Blinded by Science, the author Matthew Silverstone proves scientifically that trees do in fact improve many health issues such as concentration levels, reaction times, depression, stress and other various forms of mental illness.  He even points to research indicating a tree's ability to alleviate headaches in humans seeking relief by communing with trees."

See more at:
http://theunboundedspirit.com/tree-hugging-now-scientifically-validated/




Sunday, May 3, 2015

The Naturalist





Titled, "The Naturalist" for my friend, Trista, who carries much knowledge about natural alternatives to health.  Her home, a small apartment, is alive with colorful blankets and interesting objects that convert the usual trappings of north american lifestyle to that of an older and wiser world.

Acrylic "dropper" on canvas 24 x 18"
completed April 28, 2015





The painting was done from a small digital photo source - one that Trista had posted of herself on Facebook.  I thought the photo was so exquisite - the patterns, the colors, and the cosy atmosphere - that I was inspired to create the painting.






This one was done directly from the initial sketch without an under painting.





I prepared a range of 26 premixed shades for this piece. Colors were applied with a dropper and wetly 'scumbled,' or blended in small sections of the canvas during the painting process.


I thoroughly enjoyed each part of this painting process because I had to work quickly with the paint for each section - mixing the colors in before they began to set - and then anticipating how they would actually
look when dry. 









Sunday, April 26, 2015

I Have a Face...

"I have a face, but a face is not what I am.  Behind it lies a mind, which you do not see but which looks out on you.  This face, which you see but I do not, is a medium I own to express something of what I am.  Or so it seems till I turn to the mirror.  Then, my face may seem to own me; to confront me as a condition to which I am bound."   ~Julian Bell, Five Hundred Self Portraits, Phaidon. 2000.







Sunday, April 12, 2015

Being the Ocean



Being the Ocean 24 x 48 inches
Acrylic 'dropper' technique
April 15, 2015


On a recent trip to Costa Rica I spotted these beautiful kids absorbed in their experience: the warmth and movement of the water; the sun; the rhythmic music of the surf.  This is the original photo that I took of the moment.



 I wanted to preserve as much as possible of their gestures and the way the sun lit their figures, while intensifying the range of colors in the water.


 After drawing, my first step was to apply an under-painting of colored glazes to make the canvas more receptive to the application of paint applied with an eye dropper.


Beginning at the top right (because I am left-handed) I started applying complete layers of paint to the far ocean water and distant rocks, then worked my way down the top wave.  

Colors are applied wet-in-wet, giving them a pleasing swirly quality that work well with the water.


Darker colors in the water-washed sand are added first. Fluid acrylics, when mixed with a generous portion of fluid medium, have a small degree of transparency, so overlaid colors offer hints of the darker layers beneath.



 The canvas is always laid flat for paint application.  The main range of colors, like an organized palette, stay in a handy order of hue and saturation.

The children are rendered in varying shades of orange and an orange/violet/blue mix for shadows.






 The movement of the water is rendered by wet-in-wet applications of various shades of blue and violet.




Applications of layers of paint for the water, the bottom wave, and the children are alternated over several days to allow for drying time.


Final touches consist of adding splashes of water around the playing boys and additional sparkles of light on other areas of the water.



Saturday, March 21, 2015

"I am a Writer" The Story of the Painting

One of my artistic goals is to do a collection of portraits of local homeless people.  I want to show others how those individuals who may be spotted on our downtown streets can have such interesting stories.  They deserve more attention and respect than they usually receive.

It was July of 2013.  I was taking a week of independent painting with instructor George Glen at the Prince Albert Art Centre.  It was a great opportunity to use this location to find models for portraits by looking out the second floor window at the downtown park below.  I spotted an older man sitting on one of the benches.  Quickly I gathered my notebook, camera, and a prepared model release form and went outside to meet him.

I introduced myself and offered to pay five dollars for a few photos and a little information.  The man immediately agreed.  I had him sign my model release form, getting his name and his signed permission for me to use his image for a potential painting for which I retained copyright.  Legalities out of the way I told him to tell me a bit about himself while I took some impromptu photos.

Augie’s first statement about himself was this: “I am a Writer.”  He went on to tell me that he was writing stories about himself for a book.  That was not an unusual thing to hear – even from someone who declared himself to be relatively homeless.  It was his subsequent descriptions of his life that had me thinking, “Okay, this man is obviously a story teller, and a good one.”  Some of his experiences, such becoming a star boxer and meeting Sugar Ray fit in with my understanding of story tellers, for whom accuracy of fact takes a back seat to fictional embellishment. 

I enjoyed listening to him talk as I photographed and sketched him.  As he described his experiences of residential school I consciously kept my mouth shut, for that is an area I deal with in my work life as a mental health therapist.  Here I was just being an artist.  I already had a notion of just how the experience of separation from family and community and language would have affected the child that he was.  He went on to describe his adult life as a northern guide and naturalist.  He said “The things I know about survival in the bush – those are things that will be important to many other people very soon.  I am writing about that too. The world needs that knowledge.”

Very satisfied with the time spent with Augie, I returned to the studio in the Art Centre and commenced the under-painting for the portrait of this interesting man; his full name, Joseph Augustus Merasty.  Later in the year the painting was enhanced by applying a final layer of paint with a dropper, rather than a brush. 

On its first public display the portrait of Augie was purchased by the Mann Art Gallery for its permanent collection.  Subsequently it was displayed in Saskatoon as a part of a show curated by Michel Boutin.  It was at that show that someone relayed the information about it to the University of Regina publishing company – the one that was in the process of publishing a book of memoirs of Augie Merasty!

I found that out when I got an email from the publisher, Bruce Walsh.  He received a photo of my painting and wanted to know if it could be used in the book and if it was, indeed, Augie Merasty.  I was grateful that I did have the foresight to have had Augie sign the model release, although I was teased a little in the class for being so business-like with street people. Sending him a copy of the document was an easy confirmation.

Perhaps that is the lesson behind this painting.  People that we may see (and most want to avoid) on the streets – particularly those that appear a little shabbier, may contain the most valuable stories for all of us.  We would not know that unless we treat them as rightful citizens and take the time to listen.

The Book  The Education of Augie Merasty: A Residential School Memoir has now been published and available through the University of Regina Press. The link brings another story about the man and his book.



Thursday, March 19, 2015

My Studio

My studio is housed in a backyard building separate from my house.  In the winter it is heated by a wood stove, lending a deliciously inviting peacefulness.  Its my space - the place where I go to paint, to write, to dance, to sing, to pray.  Full of everything available to create, its my big playroom that keeps me balanced.

Here is a glimpse into this wonderful space.

Scroll down for an older, slightly related poem.




 


                 
 








Pastel Pictures

Can’t you see that life is too precious
for bland, pastel pictures
faded and dulled to complacency?
Do they really capture your spirit
make it laugh or cry or sing?

I could not declare my life to be truth
if I gazed on a sweep of mountains
splashed with morning light
and did not feel the ache to share their beauty;
witness the gifts of life
without the urge to gift them again.

If I walked, as many would have it, through my days containing
all the melodies of my love
the drumbeats of my anger
the sharps and flats of my grief
I could not speak with those deep reds of passion
Shimmering blues of insight
excited oranges of curiosity
ballooning yellows of joy
or the erratic splashes of glee

If I lived with grey walls and moats and armoured heart
I would live a picture with no spirit
to be glimpsed at, then forgotten.

Copyright Kathie Bird, 1984


Monday, March 9, 2015

Urban Gaea

Urban Gaea
Acrylic dropper  36 x 24"
March 3, 2015





Copyright Katherine Bird



Urban Gaea
September 16, 2014

Her child against her breast like a second skin
Her countenance serene
As her energy vies for power with the sun

Disguising her gift ‘neath casual cast
From Gaea her spirit feeds 
She blesses the bus with her voluptuous light

"Gaea, or Mother Earth, was the great goddess of the early Greeks.  She represented the Earth and was worshipped as the universal mother.  In Greek mythology, she created the Universe and gave birth to both the first race of gods and the first humans."
http://www.windows2universe.org/mythology/gaea.html