Greetings new and old friends! My current oil painting is coming along…slowly but surely. Interestingly enough, this is one of THE most difficult paintings I have ever done. It requires distinct precision and a very steady hand to create each ‘puzzle piece’…of which can be rather challenging due to the amount of Diet Coke I consume on a daily basis, ha ha!
I view this painting as a metamorphosis of sorts….a gradual unfolding. Just like me, it mirrors some of the process I have been going through for the last two years. I don’t know, it may end up being a complete mess when all is said and done; however, it is THE PROCESS that I most value. I sincerely do.. This painting puts me into a serious meditative state and forces me to be quiet and introspective (which can be a bit scary at times…and fun!).
May beauty find you, in some way, shape, or form today! May we all be granted the gift of BEING PRESENT…even if only for a brief moment in time.
k i m b y
Below is the gradual progression of a painting I started working on yesterday. It is obviously a work-in-progress and there are miles to go; however, it is on its way. I was at work on Friday when suddenly an image appeared in my mind. I am hopeful that the end result will turn out the way my mind see’s it…more shall be revealed. The photos that follow show what I have worked on thus far. I still have no idea what I am going to do with the background or remaining white space. Typically, I do an underpainting and/or the background of my oil paintings first. This painting is a bit of an experiment. It just might end up being a beautiful disaster…we shall see.
A friend asked me last night: “What was the inspiration behind this painting?” The answer is an intimate one for me, but here it goes: It is about being violated and fractured and putting the pieces back together again. In the end, it is ultimately about maintaining that which is sacred and defining of the inherent sexuality and sweetness that all women possess.
Stay posted for more photos as the progression continues.
Happy Saturday night to all…..
k i m b y
The painting below is a tribute to my beautifully complex cousin and dear friend Webster Atwell. He left this earth almost a month ago. With his death, a part of my heart has been painfully extracted and will forever be missing. His absence is palpable to me…everyday. I pray that he is relieved of that which plagued him while in his earthly body. I have no doubt he is….relieved. I also hope that his precious cat Bobbitt, and my father-his uncle, greeted him upon his arrival in whatever dimension he now finds himself embraced.
I painted this last night. It is my memory’s representation and recollection of what the front side of Vail Valley/Vail Mountain in Colorado looked like from Webbie’s hot tub deck. It is what he saw each and every day upon awakening. It is what I was blessed to see, for a brief time, when I lived in Vail with Web before relocating to San Francisco. Web was an artist in his own right as well as a lover of art and ‘the’ arts. Just a month ago he was talking to me about his plans to start sculpting again. He wanted to send me some large canvases on which to paint. He wanted to teach me how to make my own frames and stretch my own canvases. He sent me pictures of what were his favorite pieces of art in his home. Sadly, I will never benefit from the wisdom he possessed in regard to the aforementioned. The history of the canvas he was so eager to send me will be forever lost and unknown to me. He took those, and many other details, with him when he left.
Thank you Webbie…the two of us went through difficult times, many difficult times over the years….but when all was said and done, we had forgiven, forgotten, moved on, moved forward, and we both knew that we loved one another unconditionally…unconditionally.
Thank you for the memories sweet Webbie. You will forever remain a permanent part of the person I am today….good, bad, and ugly…we were friends….and that is how we shall remain forever even if we no longer occupy the same physical plane.
I just wanted to share the painting that I have been working on for the last few days. I finally finished it very early this morning. It is entitled “Fall River”. It is reminiscent of my childhood days growing up in Indianapolis, Indiana. My father built a log cabin on the White River. This painting loosely resembles this Indiana river….and so many other midwestern tributaries….except for the blue color. The rivers and creeks of my childhood were muddy in color, not sky blue. I remember dreaming and wishing the waters in Indiana could be a translucent blue, like Tahitian waters. Ahhhh, a girl can dream, correct? I was born in October…perhaps that is one reason why the fall season is my absolute favorite? I deeply miss the transition of the vegetation in the midwest. The vibrancy of the leaves and bushes is unparalleled. We do not get this particular blessing here in San Francisco…or at least not at the extreme that one experiences in the midwest. This painting was particularly challenging for me, throughout the entire process. Even though it was difficult for me to paint, the end result is pleasing to me…and I am always up for a challenge. I hope it is pleasing to you as well….even IF it is a little early for fall leaves….
Have a wonderful Tuesday,
k i m b y
Good morning to all. This is a painting I have been toiling over the last several days. I have pretty much finished it this evening/morning. It is of an Australian Gum Tree in the Outback. I wanted to post a couple un-edited close-up/detail shots. I hope you enjoy it. Have a wonderful week and a non-stressful Monday.
Ciao for now,
k i m b y
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
~William Wordsworth, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,” 1804
I took this picture in San Diego in 2010….I found it fitting for this poem….even IF they are not daffodils…they are gorgeous nonetheless.
I was walking to an appointment in my beautiful city of San Francisco last week and I almost tripped over myself in a very public place. To my left was the most gorgeous flower….one of my all-time favorites: the hydrangea. I was so taken aback that I started snapping picture after picture. It was perplexing to me that so many people could walk by this amazing display of God’s artwork and not, at the very least, pause to admire its natural beauty and purple glow. As I was happily distracted, one man walked up to me and looking rather confused said, “What are you taking pictures of?” Really, I thought? I wanted to ask if this was a rhetorical question, but I bit my tongue, thankfully. The interesting thing was….once I showed him what was blazingly obvious to my eyes…he became transfixed by this flower. He then turned to me and said a heartfelt “thank you”.
I usually try to limit my conversations to mostly art related topics….but a flower IS art, isn’t it? It is almost 4 a.m. in SF and I could not stop looking at this picture. I just sent it to someone that I love….and I just had to share it with you….not because it is a fantastic picture….but because the hydrangea is complex and beautiful and magical…..and we all need a little beauty and magic in our lives every once in awhile, right?
Good morning and happy Saturday…..
Until we meet again,
k i m b y
As the day comes to a close I wanted to to share a photo of a painting that I sold. This is the final piece in the frame and mount my client had made for the oil. They waited three weeks for it to be finished. It is a really unique and creative way to mount a gallery wrapped canvas. I am so thrilled that they are happy with their purchase. I am grateful that they think enough of my art to proudly display it in their home.
On another note, before I sign off, I just want to say to everyone this: we never know what our words, eye contact, or a warm smile may mean to another human being. Kindness is oft forgotten in this crazy, messed up world we all find ourselves embroiled in on a daily basis. Sometimes a smile or a kind gesture…or even holding a door open for someone behind you while you look them in the eye and acknowledge their presence in the world…can make all the difference. It can make the difference in their day, in your day, in those around you who observe this action, and even in those that didn’t directly witness (or know about) your kind word or action. How? Because kindness is infective. It is seen and sensed even when you think no one notices….because when we are loving and kind this energy wraps itself around you like an invisible cloak of warmth….and others sense it. Sometimes in life it truly IS the small gestures that can make the difference for someone in need. May we all remember that as we go about our day tomorrow…..and everyday thereafter.
k i m b y