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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Dyslexics assemble.

art, choices, friendship, health, lamp, studio

My knee is really hurting today, but I got a new lamp Which is cool. Dyslexic people like me have a hard time figuring out things like lamps and assembly of furniture. What seems easy for normal folks is a giant puzzle of visualization for people like me. I had to figure out how gravity was working on this sucker before I got to the point that I had to put it on the bottom of my easel in order to maximize it’s flexibility. But it’s done now and now I’m going to focus on getting this painting finished.

Another friend of mine is in the hospital, I’m going to call her Owl, not her real name of course, but I don’t want to “out” anyone here. So anyways, Owl had cancer before and it may be back, which really sucks. it’s been a rough year people dropping like flies, shit happening. I wonder if it’s because I am older, or because it’s been a bad year? I spent a good part of yesterday at her side, as she went to get her MRI, she hated it, who wouldn’t, lying on your back or worse on your belly, still as a stone, for 40 min while great big banging noises are going on around you….yah fun times. I wish I had more time to see her more. Though I hope she will be out of the hospital soon. I want Owl to be well, I want her to be happy with her man, I want her to have kids if she wants too, why does the universe have to be so cruel sometimes? I guess this is our classroom here on the earth, and it’s a tough course, but if we do our best we live a good life, and that’s it.
I haven’t been doing my yoga, I promise this afternoon is the time to do it.

Was grumpy this morning with Percy in the car. No coffee and I’m not at my best, he was grumpy too so we grumped together in silence. The nice thing about our relationship is this is ok, sometimes that happens, but when it’s a big issue we can feel free to speak our mind without the other person holding us ransom. Sometimes I think relationships are like the wild wild west. We’ve been together for 11 years now which is great. Jupiter has come and gone and we’re still going strong.

Just for the record I read tarot and do astrology. So I may drop some references to astrology into this blog.

L

New Lamp for art

New Lamp for art

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.

L

Sketch of a woman riding a stag

Sketch of a woman riding a stag

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