In the meantime, I spent today sifting through digitals on a wild search to appease this hunger for blue. Seems there is a twinkle in my eye and it’s time to get pregnant with the next painting. Hours later, the eligibilty list has been narrowed down to twenty or thirty. I sense this disappoints you but for me painting involves an interminable and unpredictable gestation period punctuated with sporadic labour pains. I choose carefully where I go next. To illustrate the point, “Sweet Melody” is FINALLY finished and hanging in a show, although I just realized that there is no digital of the finished piece. I must go over and try to photograph it without getting arrested as an inept art thief.
Yes, like music, art is a prime target for theft. People come into shows and take pictures of pieces they want to reproduce for themselves. It’s a heck of a compliment but you just hope the work doesn’t show up as a giglee print in HomeSense! Actually, I was astonished, even thrilled to find six of my paintings on Pinterest. (Good luck finding them again, because there is no real search engine) Because I had either labelled the painting with titles and dimensions like a banner or chosen a small file size, there was no serious issue with piracy. All good.
And four of the six were predominantly blue. No surprise there. Nor am I the only painter with a quiver of blue arrows. The heavenly colour draws us and even intimidates us (think scylla). Oscar Wilde admitted that he found it “harder and harder every day to live up to (his) blue china.” I know the feeling.
But blue is more likely to inspire us into deeper thought: Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man’s destruction is finished. Georgia O’Keefe
Mind you, she also said, “Since I can’t sing, I paint.”