iPad Portrait Fun...
I am having so much fun using offbeat characters to practice my portrait drawing. I am actually getting addicted. I wake up in the middle of the night thinking of other fun people and characters to try. Maybe this is stealing my energy from my "blog writing bank". I hope you don't mind and I hope you enjoy them!
Life Pasta Forty... An Essay
Standing over my stove, stirring a batch of Hamburger Helper, I glanced up and spotted a strange scrawny scribble on my wall. Looking closer I could see that it was dried spaghetti that had evidently passed the “al dente” test the week before. I’m sure that I was too distracted to clean it off at the moment, so there it was...a pale, white, dry, twisty thing stuck to my freshly painted wall. I reached to pick it off, but it would not come off without taking a quarter size chunk of paint with it. Now, instead of noodles on my wall, I had a jagged splotch of white drywall. Nevertheless, at this moment, I wasn't thinking about my wall. I was thinking about the flinging of noodles. That's the test, right? You keep throwing it until it sticks.
Before I crossed the border into “40 something”, I think I lived a life half realized. For starters, I grew up in a cliché. I was a small town Texas cheerleader, raised by two conservative Christian parents. I went to a state college not far from home where I never even got a tattoo, pregnant, or arrested. Before I was yet graduated from college, I was swept away by a gush of religious fervor that took me downstream until I and found myself in a sea of holy rollin’ fundamental Christianity. I swallowed the entire belief system hook, line and fisherman. I learned basically that"women should put out, shut up and have babies. Well, I always did like Little House on the Prairie anyway. I just needed find my Charles Ingles, a bible, a nice little cabin, some vittles to fix and some kids. Fast forward a few years, and bingo! That's exactly what I got.
In my community of faith, I adopted a perfect little idea of womanhood. I learned all the expectations, the “shoulds” and “should nots”, I conformed and then slowly began to die inside. After a decade in this fantasy world I realized that I no longer knew who I was or what I wanted. Most of the messages about women were geared to keep us "in our place". Ambitious women, smart women, and opinionated women were to be admonished, discouraged or at least reigned in...especially if we challenged the superior wisdom of males. I got a very strong message that any creativity that wasn’t used for God was “of the flesh” and “carnal.” Self-seeking pride was a sign of sinfulness, especially for a woman. My battle between what I was supposed to be and who I actually was, culminated in a very short-lived blog entitled "The Artist Must Die", I shit you not.
Like stepping out of a hazy smoke filled kitchen onto a nice big breezy front porch, my 40th birthday coincided with a growing clarity. My narrow-minded world view began to dissipate finally thanks to my three surprise antidotes: an “almost divorce”, religious disillusionment, and many hours of NPR podcasts. Throught the miracle of modern technology and (more than a few sets of earbuds) the world became wide and wonderful in my mind. I understood one big beautiful truth: our shared humanity.
Now, here I am 43, gloriously 43 mind you. This is my "do over." I've decided to live my life fully engaged and on purpose. I've got a mind of my own and certainly plan on using it. I've decided to pursue my childhood dream of becoming a REAL artist. I know it will be a tough road especially from way out here in the dirt roads where there isn't an "arts district" or a gallery for many miles around. That’s ok, I bet I can figure it out. It's like back in my cheerleading days when we used to make run-through posters for the football games. Rejection and discouragement will stand in my way, but just like a giant paper poster, I'll bust through and keep running.
Like the author and professor Brene Brown says, “you have to be courageous with your own life so others will be courageous with theirs,” I have a new purpose. Even though I still live in a very closed-minded part of the world, I feel like it is my job to be different, free, and courageous for others. There are so many women that need to know that they don’t have to accept the roles of this fear-based culture. Courage and creativity go together and they also grow together. I'm prepared to spend the next 40 years of my life exploring what this all means. It is time to fling my truth and my creativity against the odds… and see what something sticks.
Write like no one will read it...
Where is this artistic journey taking me? I don't know. I almost don't care.
My thinking about being and artist is changing on a daily basis.
Early on, all my art was intended to please a prospective buyer. But after years of design clients, and deadlines and lukewarm receptions, I decided that me...me. I'm the one to please.
It's not a really narcissistic thing. After all, if an artist is always chasing the tastes and preferences of the masses then he or she is not able to figure out his or her own voice.
That's the main reason I decided to tackle the goal of 99 paintings in one year. I found out what I love. I love to play with simple crude strokes and color. I like the way a dash of poodle skirt pink changes everything about a painting. Even if the stroke is one inch long on a huge canvas. This mesmerizes me.
There are plenty of artists out there who can do everything better than me... But they can't use my brain or hand to make a damn thing. Only I can put this paint right there...because it is right and I want to.
I will keep doing the figure paintings but I am starting to get bored... I know there had been lots of positive response to my faceless knock-offs of Lisa Golightly.
But I honestly, I prefer abstract, because it has no rules.
So I'll design you a logo in Illustrator. I'll paint an impressionistic portrait of your dog... Only to buy my next round of paints...so I can play...my way.
The Artists Way...
I started The Artists Way study course a week ago. I really hated having to do the three morning pages everyday. It's supposed to be a stream of consciousness thing but I couldn't get into it. Then about three days ago I switched to short stories and now I look forward to it. I have written four so far and in them I could see the skeletons of actual stories possible to develop.
I'm still in a dry spell on painting but not a total loss. I created three this week and only one of them totally sucks. The horse sucks. I then started thinking about why I'm sorta bored with the abstracts that I've been doing. I'm stuck and I need new fuel and inspiration.
I created a visual alphabet of the common elements of my paintings which helped me see my style a bit better. It's random.
Just like my morning page changes when I found my voice to storytell, I feel my paintings will change when I find my next burst of inspiration. I've been painting intuitively but now, I'm ready to clarify my voice and plan.
Unfortunately, I'm still on the dry bank and going nowhere for the moment...it's ok... I must press on!
Last May, I decided that I needed a break from years of sitting behind the computer working as a graphic designer. I had always wanted to be a serious artist but I lacked the experience and confidence.
Then, I ran out of my usual podcasts and started searching for something for creatives. Well, I found a few really good ones. I also indulged in a few books on Audible. I listened to "War of Art" and "Do the Work" by Steven Pressfield, "Big Magic" by Elizabeth Gilbert," On Writinng" by Stephen King, Art &Fear by David Bayles, "Rising Strong" by Brene Brown and several others.
Needless to say, my whole attitude changed. Though I had always considered myself a 'creative" person, I did not embrace the title of "artist" completely.
It's hard to feel like a REAL artist when you know that almost everything you have ever created was made to A) please a client, B) mimic a trend or style, or C) impress others. I had not really started to question, "how can I impress myself?"
So, I dove into the idea of painting 99 paintings in one year. I am somewhere around 70 at the moment with 5 months to go. Some of them are horrible, some of them or ho-hum, but a few of them feel really honest and true. I plan on painting onward and maybe at the end of May, I will have a retrospective slide show to see the progress, the process and even the mess.
A new shipment of big canvases are set to arrive in a few days along with some new paint sticks. This is so much fun!
THIS NOW by Kacy Latham
Creative Writing and Essays. Follow Me on Medium.com
I'm a small town gal, raising two boys who loves to make things. My current love is abstract art. It might be the creative love of my life!