I was one of those young hippie like dreamers; embroidering flamboyant whimsy on the jeans of rock and rollers who in return wooed me wantonly with searing songs and cranky guitar riffs; Sewing funky fringe vests festooned with bright beads and bones, sold at festivals, fairs and jamborees. I embraced my random creativity, along with my fellow man, with an unrealized swirl.
Then, life rolled in like a bulldozer and that artful dodger went from being a girl searching for the” meaning of life” to a “grown up” just trying to manage life. Pablo Picasso said “Every child is an artist the problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up”. Don’t get me wrong my life has been ongoing, beautiful and gratifying.
And then about seven years ago, a dazzling heart shaped balloon called ART floated back into my life. A good friend sensing my restlessness (now that the kid was settled in her life and I was slowing down) poked my dormant dreams when she suggested “You should sign up for the pen and ink classes being taught by Diane Finlayson”.
Since then, thanks to Diane’s gentle, inspiring teaching skills I have joyfully reintroduced my creative soul to myself (Hello self).
I had truly forgotten the magical feelings that art and creation inspire.
My preferred approach to pen and ink creation has slowly morphed into a technique of stippling, which is the creation of a pattern simulating varying degrees of solidity or shading by using small dots. I love both the diversity and simplicity of black and white and how different layers, tones and textures can be developed with pen and ink.
I try to bring natural energy to faces, moods and emotions with emphasis and detail on the eyes, which after all are the “windows to the soul”. My renewal of my love of art has truly been a gift that came at a time when I really needed meaning and provided me with inspiration and contentment.
I hope you can see that in my art work.
“The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.” – Jean-Jacques Rousseau