Life is not still.

Remaining sufficiently disciplined to be consistently creative while being employed in a different field is a delicate balance that many of us understand. Owning and running a small fine arts business on the side is certainly challenging as well. Doing this while working full time in higher education as a faculty librarian and administrator (the library director) is even more challenging.

Today’s painting is an 11 x 14 oil on canvas called “Life Is Not Still”

I love both environments and professions very much and strongly believe that keeping a strict separation between these two simultaneous careers has been ethically imperative. I also believe that both passions need a full commitment of time, focus, and finance to do them well. Working – and I daresay living – this duality is surprisingly hard to sustain long term, and yet is what circumstances have determined necessary my entire adult life. Now, however, I realize that I am at a point of decision. I am at the diverging road of Robert Frost’s poem.

There are professional affiliations that I must engage with for both careers, and participation in each of them demands serious financial commitments, intense intellectual contributions, notable energy and an active presence. Judiciously choosing even a modest level of participation for each of them can still add up quickly and drain me. Perhaps I could get by with some bare minimum distributed across a broader scale but in good faith, I cannot. When I commit, it is fully.

As I have begun to grow my art business, I have become increasingly aware of the complexity of juggling an overwhelming number of balls in the air. With the art business this involves (aside from making the artwork itself) a demand for participation costs (shooting, jurying, booth, framing, travel and more), calendar deadlines (submit, ship, travel, and the detriment of scheduling errors), and even the aging of each piece to assure currency compliance requirements.

In the past year, I have had some modest success with the sale of several pieces of artwork and for this, I am enormously grateful. I have re-invested the proceeds in much needed technology for the business, in gichlee prints of select work to increase ready cash flow, in expanded affiliations, and now in underwriting entry fees to more competitions than ever before. All are tough decisions that need to be made thoughtfully and strategically and they burn through the profits quickly.

I can feel that tipping point in both the monetary support and the service juxtaposition of my two careers and am aware that a decision must be made to address this bittersweet imbalance of serving two passions effectively, let alone well. It is time for me to choose, and move from that place of transition; to step forward in faith.

After 25 years in my library, I will be retiring this summer from my position as University Library Director to focus on my art fulltime.

Balance of motivations.

I know that sometimes I have to concentrate on painting strategically for the business, and that’s perfectly acceptable. Balance, however, dictates that I also need to paint for the fun of it.

Case in point, I am getting ready for a historical trade fair in March. As a result, I am painting a few historical subjects to complement the theme and timeline of the show, while being mindful of what I can actually fit on my panels in a limited boothspace. Today I finished a painting that can serve both – – it will fit in the theme of the show, but I absolutely loved painting it because the subject is my favorite model.

I think that now I have enough paintings done for that show that I can shift my indulgences again. There are subjects in the wings that were not correct for this event and I’m anxious to paint them. I have a great commission for a warm, midwestern landscape that is set in the 21st century and my patron has been more than patient. I also have a lovely still life photo that just begs to be painted because of the richness of color and texture. It’s all about balance…the balance between painting for the business and painting strictly for my own enjoyment.

I offer you my current painting, an 8″ by 10″ oil on canvas of my husband in his portrayal of an 18th century surveyor, “Polishing Brass”

Choices and Perseverance – and listening for direction.

Every moment, every day, every month, we have thousands of choices that we must make. Some are small and seemingly inconsequential. Some are larger and can impact what tomorrow will bring. Still others can literally change the direction of our life.

Knowing that these choices can carry such radical weight, we can try using our experience to anticipate outcomes and therefore make preparations to increase the probability to make a good choice when the time comes. I know that we cannot guess right all the time, but we can often react to sudden decisions with greater calm and logic when we have spent time preparing in quiet contemplation. Part of that success comes from the balance of staying knowledgeable of ourselves and our circumstances. The other part comes from listening to guidance from the still, small voice… impossible to do if we are not open to the concept of a divine being, or greater forces than ourselves at the very least. This powerful combination of introspection and acknowledgement of an outside influence, helps us face choices with agility, grace, and wisdom.

These last 2 to 3 years have been especially challenging for everyone and I must admit it doesn’t look like it’s going to go back to the simplicity of the way it was any time soon – if ever. Years can appear to be a lifelong crescendo with each year providing its own level of challenge. I remember thinking that it was hard when I was a child. I couldn’t wait to have more control over my choices because I was sure that it would get easier. As I grew into adulthood I realized that each previous time in my life was, in fact, the simpler time and I have come to the realization that the general trajectory was indeed up. Now I look nostalgically at even 4 years ago . . . which felt much easier than today.

The most recent painting is a 20″ x 16″ oil on canvas entitled, “Chaga Harvest”

As I find myself looking forward to each next phase of my life I can find that I am calmer about the escalation than I could have anticipated. I have enjoyed several careers which I have loved very much and throughout them, I have remained a visual artist. I have traveled much of our country, seeing it from air, highway, backroad and wagon trail. I have experienced great joys and great sorrows, the latter brought to bear at the loss of dearest friends, dearest family members, and even dearest dreams. At the moment of impact from each of these milestone moments in our lives we are sorely aware that we could not have predicted appropriately, but we could demonstrate our awareness by walking in grace and faith.

Looking at the beginning of this new year I realize I am farther along in my amazing life path – I dare say closer to the end than the beginning – which puts me in a good position of hindsight to celebrate my life experiences, successes, and overall choices. Looking ahead I see I have no less dreams, passion, or intellect, although perhaps I move a little slower, and am a little more thoughtful. I never got to be a famous artist but consider myself wealthy beyond measure in the commerce that matters, and my art reflects my well traveled road. In the months ahead I will enjoy the now familiar and necessary shifts towards the next stretch in my road and review my travel kit, packed with life experiences, gleaned wisdom, necessary survival tools, and hope. I am excited at the next adventure and find myself listening carefully to the calm guidance of the still, small, voice.

Prioritizing time to relax.

Having time off work between Christmas and New Year is an incredible blessing to me. To be able to regain the natural response in my painting, I need to have several days to adjust and calm my inter vibrations. My academic work, although fulfilling, does not draw from the same source as my artwork does. As a result, I have to make a concerted effort to relax and paint.

I have been napping, cleaning, eating fun meals, watching TV programs, and enjoying time with my sweetheart. I have also been tinkering, dithering on older pieces, and painting new works.

If you saw the last post of the painting of trees you saw a lovely way to work through rustiness on a new canvas. Today, I have been thinking about friends and family and I tend to paint while I do that. Sometimes I paint from my head, and sometimes I look in a folder I keep on my phone of source images that I have either taken, or seen on friends’ social media sites. This is where the permissions that you, my friends, have given me become so vital to me. When I go to that folder and an image speaks to me, it allows me the freedom to run with it at that moment of inspiration.

Today I have been thinking about friendships and wanted to lift up one family in northern Wisconsin who have been gracious, accepting, and supportive of me and my work. Thank you for the permission to enjoy creating today’s painting, a 5″ x 7″ oil on canvas board – a playful study called “Maggie”.

Slow the rapid flight of time.

I am embarrased to realize how much time has passed since I last wrote here, and even more so to realize how little I have painted in the last 3 months. I get busy with the obligations of employment and time races on with a creschendoing inertia that takes intentional steps for intervention to slow it down.

True, I was here for announcements for the website and to mark calendar commitments through the fall but I didn’t work at nurturing my art’s very source. I forgot to nurture my spirit.

Now Christmas holidays are upon me and I’m amazed at how many days it has taken me to to slow the vibrations inside. Yesterday, I finally sat down in my studio, took a deep breath, and began to paint. I honestly don’t know how I allowed so much time to pass away from the easel. I know that when I don’t paint I become imbalanced. Then when I do sit down it takes discipline to force through those stiffened creative muscles just as someone who’s been away from the gym experiences. I had to tinker and to think creatively; I had to find that rhythm again; and I had to reimage a picture in my mind that needed painting.

This week will be about me reestablishing the correct flow, reestablishing the priorities that my soul needs, disallowing outside stress to drive my processes, and regaining my art disciplines that have been pushed into their shoeboxes and up on the shelf. I can run for a while without art being at the forefront, but inertia cannot sustain me and without my art all of the rest of it unravels.

So my New Year’s resolution will be to systematically reestablish my priorities for a happier and healthier physical, emotional, and mental well being.

As for today, the step that I must take to begin that process is to paint. I hope you enjoy this painting of a tree that I did yesterday. It is a tree like any tree in any forest, but it is the beginning of my reset.

I offer you this 11″ x 14″ oil on canvas board of ..trees.

Fall is a busy time of year.

I could tell that September was trying to set a new pace for fall but in my naivete I somehow thought it would settle into one that was a bit more realistic. Not so.

October found me trying to triage tasks and events with hopes of getting everything done before weather changed. My task lists were comprised of preparing the house and yard for fall, getting a lot of art ready for a show in early December and holiday shoppers. I was limited to the hours I am not already committed to my day job and I tend to forget – that is not many hours and it’s dark by the time I get off. Eventually I found myself literally picking what was going to just remain undone and rationalizing to be ok with that.

Now it’s November. The freezing temps choose the close of yardwork. Some storms are up on windows, but not all. There aren’t enough daylight hours in my day but I am happy to say that each evening I am signing and packaging art prints. Yesterday I launched a limited edition of the landscape, Appalachian Vista in the Sales Gallery. In forthcoming Saturdays I will reveal open edition prints of an exciting new collection of images, a selection of holiday cards, and a pre holiday sale.

I am beginning to get some semblance of order and pace established and look forward to spending more time with you here.

Moving forward

The last couple of months have gone by so incredibly fast.

In mid August my website hit a couple of snags and this catalyst began a journey of introspection and change that I couldn’t have forecast, and don’t regret. What a domino effect it began.

I went to Willow Folk Festival and began a sequence of life-motions that built inertia, pushing now well into October. I saw a month ahead of me at that point that was solidly booked for every weekend with living history events, an art show, a website revamp, and several other obligations. Clearly, I over committed.

The first living history event was scheduled right after Labor Day. It was canceled due to covid concerns and for me, it was a blessing. It gave me a free weekend. Preparation for the next event, an art show, can take weeks – especially when you’re working full time and the time you can spend on it is nights and weekends. I leaned into final framing preparation for the art show.

By mid September I was setting up for the Greenwich Village art fair. It was a wonderful event and a first time for me doing an outdoor art fair like this in the town where I live. The audience, too, was a huge change since it was to the general public as opposed to the living history community that knew me. I saw such a variety of people from my various careers here in Rockford and felt like it was the perfect intersection.

So many people didn’t know I was an artist, or only remembered me in the graphic arts industry. Then there were those who only know me as a librarian. Amazing – and I even won an honorable mention ribbon and award for my body of work.

I didn’t get to rest on my laurels for long because within 4 days I was heading to Minnesota with my husband for a living history event he was contracted for. I had a great deal of fun there too but the speed and strain on this introvert for an extended period was difficult.

The evolution is now fully in motion. The new sales gallery is running online, things are unpacked and stowed, and I’m back into routines. The bottom line, however, is I hadn’t painted since the 2nd week in August when I was at the folk festival.

I’ve had people contact me for commissions that I haven’t been able to start and I have needed to let my emotional processing catch up with my schedule. Now my day work is settling back into a good pattern and knew I needed to sit down at the board again.

It feels good to once again be started down the path to a new adventure. Or perhaps not a new adventure, but a revitalization of my prescribed life path. I can’t predict where I’m going to go, or how I will evolve, but I am truly excited now at the prospect of the motion and what new discoveries they will afford.

While at Willow I enjoyed watching a man create huge soap bubbles that floated slowly over the camps of the musicians. True to my lifetime love of bubbles, I was both enamored and renewed at the magic of them. Today’s painting, close to being done perhaps, is a 20″ x 20″ oil on canvas of a “Bubble Rising”.

Join me if you will. I’m sure we will have great fun together.

Choosing your response to change.

Change is inevitable. Good or bad, it will occur. We rarely have the ability to deter the change but we may have the power to lessen the negative impact to some degree by our reaction to it. How it affects us longterm is most assuredly affected by choices we make.

We can either be agile enough to move with it like the colored leaf on the surface of a tumbling creek, or we can choose to be the rock and spend our energy holding fast against the water in a Scissorphean stance and let the water ravage us until we break or wear down. To stubbornly resist change is exhausting and relatively pointless.

I propose to you – decide which you will be before change is upon you. What if you choose to be the leaf? Choose to be agile and take the proactive, optimistic perspective before you land on the surface of the water? As that leaf, what if you choose instead to enjoy the breeze blowing you through the air? What if you choose to enjoy the perspective of the sun on your surroundings in an ever changing view as you fall? What if you enjoy the delightful change in temperature as you approach the water? What if you celebrate the fun and rapid movement once you’ve landed and you swirl away down the creek to new adventures and new beginnings?

The paintings that I’ve been doing lately have been reflections of my inner thought process – sitting and thinking about my next steps and my reactions to change. I have also been thinking of people that I know who live in a spirit of positive reaction. Living with an optimistic perspective has an absolutely evidentiary impact on our life; our reaction to change, our stress levels, our potential for happiness in the face of challenge, and our ability to spin our futures in a positive direction.

I am blessed to know many positive souls and am grateful for it.

The painting above is of a young woman that I admire. I have watched her grow into a most lovely woman, both inside and out, and her beauty comes from the joy that emanates from her face and is reflected in her smile. It is one of my strongest opinions that people are the most beautiful and/or handsome when they smile. That joy is a powerful force that affects both herself, and those around her. It can become a driving force that is cyclical and self escalating.

No, I don’t think she actually owns chickens but chickens somehow make me happy and make me feel a connection to simpler times. Thanks to my model, Hannah, for your infectious joy.

This painting is a 16″ x 20″ oil on canvas called, “Hannah’s Heart”.

Are you OK? Yes, I believe I am.

That’s a question that I would never again answer flippantly. If I have learned nothing else from the past year and a half it would be that no one can predict what will happen next, and speaking thoughtfully and truthfully has value beyond measure. It has been incredibly hard, even debilitating and life changing for so very many people. It is not easy to find anything good to say about the affect of a worldwide health crises, but despite all of the negative aspects, I must say that I am now being able to identify some positive effects it has had on me.

Knowing that I had to think about all of my actions, all of my words, and all of my intents, made me a more careful and thoughtful person. I may not have taken the time or I may have procrastinated making the changes that I was forced to make. Yes, we had to wear masks to keep from infecting each other with this evil virus. Yes, the restrictions affected our ability to move freely in society as we worked collectively and selflessly to control the spread. It also slowed me down and made me take the time to evaluate myself, my aspirations, my selfishness, and the impact that I have on everyone around me through my opinions and my actions. I also became more aware of these impacts from others.

This time has helped me take my relationship with my sweetheart to a deeper level, and I am heartwarmed and grateful. We have played together and talked together and dreamed together like new lovers. The painting above is just one of dozens I have captured of places from our driving adventures.

My art has also become more important for me. I am painting more, maturing and evolving faster, and becoming better in a way I might not have been able to do if I hadn’t been slowed down drastically. I am painting broad subject matter, and experimenting with color, style, and method. I am always learning and growing now and increasingly optimistic that I will eventually be recognized. The painting below is an oil study I’ll call, “Breakfast”.

Later in the year I will be taking my art history knowledge to a public event (Platteville, Wisconsin) setting up original work at an outdoor art fair (Greenwich Villiage Art Fair in Rockford, Illinois), and showing at an Outlander Convention (Thru the Stones in Davenport, Iowa).

Are you OK? Yes, I believe I am. Am I different? Yes, I believe I am that as well and I am grateful for the good changes I am now undergoing. It’s been a tough year but it’s time to breathe, celebrate life’s riches, and move forward. I am OK and I believe I will just keep getting better.