Siren of Samhain

art, Canvas, full moon, Lydia Knox, magic, magical realisim, Oil, painting
Siren of Samhain 30x 36" Oil on Canvas for sale 700.00.

Siren of Samhain 30x 36″ Oil on Canvas for sale 700.00.

Well I finally finished it, my painting.. I have to say I am satisfied with it, I think I pushed myself an extra level which is good.
I have two commissions that I need to do, one of an stormy Ocean and another of a Cafe on a boat. The Cafe will be more of a challenge I think since I don’t usually pick city scares for topics, but what the hell, I’ll do some sketches and then figure out the best way to move stuff around so that it looks good. I’ll study some of Van Gough’s cafe scenes and maybe Touluse-Lautrec, and also incorporate some of my own style in there.

I discovered http://www.deserres.ca/en-CA/ delivers for free! How fantastic is that and they take paypal payments. That means that I can basically have my canvases delivered to me. Which is great. Some of the bigger canvases are like giant sails when you’re walking down a busy street.

I would also love to get a sable brush, the real deal, they cost mega bucks, but are fantastic when working with details. I wonder if they still sell illustrator pens? Nope they don’t, darn.

I am so excited that I have time to draw and paint! How wonderful is that!

Percy and I had a really great talk yesterday, we took time to just sit down and discuss things like we should. We worked though a lot of issues and admitted stuff to each other so that both of us could understand and support the other. We did it in a sacred place, it was the Full moon after all. It feels good to have a partner who has my back. Wicca is a strange religion, it’s matriarchal for the most part. And for us, as a couple, it means that I’m driving the car, or at least, planning the trip. But besides that. I respect that Percy needs to have a strong say about where we are going, we can’t make it a partnership if I don’t pay attention to his leadership.

A wonderful friend of mine, I’ll call her Morri, gave me a tarot reading and it was an eye opener. It showed me that I need to fix the cracks in our relationship. So that’s what we did. The theme was healing, sending healing to Owly, and also healing for us, so that we can work as a strong team, moving forward.

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The White stag of winter

art, drawing, friendship, ghosts, wicca

I am working on inserting a woman riding a stag into my next landscape. The Stag is a sacred symbol in wicca, it’s a representative of the horned god who rules winter. I figure it will be the next instalment of my series of mystical landscapes. And part of my body of work that I need to accomplish.

I will make the stag white, because the Celts considered the stag messengers from the otherworld, and again the woman in the painting will be my red haired friend who lives on in my art.
Winter is slowly descending now, it’s definitely cooler, though I still feel comfortable in my office. I am finishing off my Samhain, but I think I will call it Siren of Samhain because that’s more appropriate. Considering there is a hidden siren in the work, or perhaps not so hidden. I wanted to illustrate the feeling of being underwater, of just coming out of the water.

There was a photographer’s display of art at Kit’s wake, in the art centre on the island, It showed women submerged in water. I think it inspired many of us. Sometimes when I connect with the dead it feels like I am swimming in murky water, and that creates fear because you never know what you will bump into when you are diving deep down into the depths of the unknown.

A work that someone else did, I won’t mention names also was inspired by this influence. He was a friend of Kit’s as well, and I saw how bereft he was. Ever notice the face that people make when they think no one is looking? Their true nature comes out in a flash, and then it’s gone again. I saw pure sorrow there in his eyes, and all I wanted to do was to comfort him. However, his painting was astounding, it depicted a woman submerged in deep water swimming to the surface. The water was burnt umber, which is how I see it in my head…the land of the dead.

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Sketch of a woman riding a stag

Sketch of a woman riding a stag

What I need to change

art, diet, friendship, health, studio

I’ve settled down into my studio now and it’s a nice cozy place, I wonder if Kit would have appreciated the fact that Luna loves her carpet? It’s nice having so much room to myself. I inherited a lot of stuff from Kit, it’s sad that I have it, but it is nice that a piece of her is still kind of with me.

It’s a little cool down here but with the amount of hot flashes I get on a regular basis now, it’s kind of nice. Speaking of health, I really need to focus on my health and try to lose some weight. I’m battling stuff like arthritis and other things, and cancer runs in my family too. It’s time to be careful. I’m going to publish this journal because I don’t think I have a huge audience, so it’s not so bad.

Percy and I have started to run our own magical group. It feels good to do things on my own rather than running with a pack. Scary too, its’ so small and we are but a few people, so we don’t have that huge pack mentality. But it’s in it’s seed phase, and that too will pass.

I am working on a piece called Samhain, this holiday is ruled by the element of water. I’ve taken a page from Rembrant’s book and I’ adding Kit into my paintings. I found out that the last thing she thought of was her mother, or perhaps the Goddess, or both. Sometimes I wonder if she really thought about me, or how I would feel or if I really mattered. For all those feelings I feel for her…but I would like to think that she did care about me. She is in that “classroom in the sky” as a wise teacher of mine said, and there is nothing I can do for her. I did ask the Angel Michael to watch over her, and when I did that, I shivered, and I know that means that what I said was heard in the spirit world.

Today, thankfully I don’t have to work till 5pm, so my painting clothes shall be donned and I’ll tackle the reeds in this painting of mine. I’ll put on some music, do some yoga inbetween and track my food.

Yesterday was a bad day, after a few good days, I ate some junk late at night. Cheese popcorn. I even woke up Percy, he asked me if I was “typing while watching TV.” Sadly, no, I was munching. The tv show was drivel too, the writing and acting, second rate. I am trying to cut down the garbage in my life. Too much social media…i.e. Facebook, too much stupid tv too much junk food.

When I come home, I should pour myself some wine, pull out a good book and just read? What about non fiction? Or how about drawing? Lets do that tonight.

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Where I want to go when I die.

art, frienship, loss, sucide

meeting up with Kit and Oya Oil on canvas 48 x 36 inches.

So, I’ve written quite abit about Kit, but gonna write one more post-because it’s what’s on my mind as I made this very large painting:

Dear Kit. There was no goodbye letter from you, sure wish there was. I wish I had the heads up, cause even if I couldn’t change your mind, I could at least enjoy more time with you. We could drive to the farm and hike through the bush, ’cause you said you’d like to do that. I could get that awesome borsht recipe from you. Cause, really, you could make borsht like no one else. It would make Russian women cry. Possibly, Leo Tolstoy would have cried, or at least. he would have written it into War and Peace. I would invite you to my garden, and we could drink wine, read tarot and laugh into the night. We could have done that. I would have at least said goodbye, I would have liked a good bye.  My Godmother once said that before going to bed you should say goodbye, because, when you wake up, that person may not be there anymore. Her husband died of a stroke, so maybe that’s why she told me that at the age of 13.

But going back to you, I’d like to go to an art gallery with you, I don’t care who’s showing.  I would love to have spent a whole weekend with you. I feel like I wasn’t as good a friend as I could have been, though Gods know, I tried. You did give me a wakeup call though. Friendship is precious, each day is a gift, treasure it, because it will be gone before you know it and all you have is the memory of that person in your life, that and their ghost. Speaking of which, you can’t see me but I painted the top of my head into the bottom of the picture. Cause when I die, much like in the movie, What Dreams May Come, (with Robin Williams) I’d like to meet you there, in that wood, so the both of us could hang out once more. Love, Lids