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Every Piece Has Something to Say

9/18/2019

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PictureMom trying out alcohol inks. 2016.
Recently I've thrown myself at watercolor like a toddler throws herself at her own Mommy's ankles. Truth be told, my mother was a beautiful water-colorist, and. every now and then, I feel her presence as I paint. Not always, but sometimes. So, why on earth would I stop?

My journey as an artist did not begin with watercolor but with a strange and vibrant liquid called Alcohol Ink. Since June 4 2015, the day I first dripped ink onto tile, I've been creating art or planning art or thinking about creating art every single day! True to form, I threw myself into creating with inks for two years and eventually (in April 2017) I inked a field of poppies and a blazing sun. These two pieces led to a children's book, and then, in September of 2018, a full gallery show.

Fast forward to autumn, 2019. I still come to the table every day, but now my focus is with watercolors. Dipping brushes into pigments, making friends with them along the way, I am trying to go as far as possible in this precious time life has to offer. However, an increasing awareness was creeping into the bliss: I was chasing something yet unnamed.

Much as I enjoy the watercolor, I'd been having trouble capturing the heart of my art. Despite obvious enjoyment, growth, and successes, something was missing and had been replaced by a nebulous sense of separation.

Where was the thrill that I'd felt moving ink across ceramic tiles? My approach to inking was atypical, using forced air, centrifugal force, gravity, and even fire to move the ink, avoiding brushwork as much as possible. I missed the feeling that came from those earlier sessions with alcohol ink and one morning, staring at a blank page, it hit me! Who ever said I had to give up my process completely? NO ONE, that's who! The solution was easily within my grasp.... maybe my two skillsets could be mashed together.

The poppies seemed like the perfect place to begin. The first version had been painted with alcohol ink on tile, using fire to achieve the vibrant blooms. Of course, fire was out of the question on paper, but what about forced air? I'd created the original grasses and stems by blowing ink across the tile. Could I use this same exciting technique with watercolor? Would the colors hold their own? Would they even budge on the page? There was only one way to find out.


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The Lady Who Painted Light

9/4/2019

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Sometimes we have what we are looking for but don't know because we expect it to look a certain way. If we practice gentle focus, giving space, stepping back, and asking our eyes and heart for an honest look, we may discover that the kernel of truth we set out to lay down in paint is right there on the page.

That's what happened to me with a painting I later titled Path of Light. The thing is, I knew it's name before it developed into a painting and, this is just a guess here as I'm not fully clear on how inspiration really works, maybe that's the reason it all came together. I'd been reading from The Tao of Watercolor, by Jeanne Carbonetti. She was talking about focus... about knowing what we want to say. I found that so interesting because she wasn't saying to focus on knowing what we want to make. Her emphasis is to first know what we want to say or what story do we want to tell. There is a difference. Can you feel it? She also says that beginning artists often judge a painting too soon - that maybe it needs more paint. Both of these ideas influenced what evolved the next time I picked up a brush.

I headed into my studio late one night. Clean water and brushes were waiting for me, as it has become my practice to always make things ready in this way. It occurs to me as I write to you that this is a welcome ritual where I am planning ahead for my own return, preparing to say "Hello, my friend. I knew you were coming and have brought fresh water, cleaned your brushes, topped off your spritzer bottles, and taped some paper down on the glass..." or board... or other sturdy surface that didn't already have something already taped to it. 

That night as I wet my paints, a thought arrived for the first time ever - I want to be known as the lady who painted light. Typing it  now gives me goosebumps so I know this comes from my deepest heart. 

The paper seemed happy to receive a nice even wash of clear water. I sopped up the transparent yellow from the well with my floppy rigger and let it slide onto the page as exploding sunshine - it seemed eager, like it couldn't wait to be there. I left the upper corners clear of yellow and filled them with manganese blue, swabbing out a few light clouds. Gradually, easily, I added colors to the page - quinacridone gold and transparent pyrrole orange in layers across the bottom of the still wet yellow page. The gold and orange shot fingers up into the yellow that branched out like limbs in a whole forest of trees. As I went along, teasing out tree trunks along the bottom few rows of woods, dabbing the fall leaves onto the still damp yellow, I started to feel a little lost. What was happening? Where was this going?

I paused and remembered I wanted to be a lady who paints light. Ahhh,,, that's right. Light. So that's what moved me forward - the promise of light, not trees. I wanted to tell a story of how every path, no matter how dark it seems, contains light and that light will lead us to more light, away from the dark places. What resulted was a forest in autumn with too many trees and perspective out of whack and needing a lot of work. I'd begun devising complicated plans to regain control and fix this haywire overgrowth. Still, even thought my forest was out of control, but the path of light was strong. I went to bed, deciding to let it be until morning. 
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That night I dreamed of painting. There was too much pigment floating in a swatch of water on the page creating a hard line of color where the wet met the dryness. Calmly, I pressed out the moisture from my brush and, when it was good and thirsty, gently eased it down into the puddle of paint. The brush sucked up  the excess paint like a straw until the once hard line softened to a lovely hue. No need to panic.
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​In the morning my coffee and I sat quietly with the forest, loving that path of light. Oh, how it spoke to me. It was glowing as it streamed it's way through the overgrowth. I'd remembered that cropping can be used to rescue paintings that seem to have gone off course. I looked up on my wall and saw some old mattes dangling on a clothesline, grabbed a 4x4 square and set it down on my painting. Suddenly, it was just right. I didn't need to beat the forest into submission with desperately contrived plans and fixes. What I wanted was already there. What was needed was to get rid of everything else. And so, I did. And it was good. And I was, in that moment, the lady who painted light.
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And, while I'm thinking about it, this reminds me of a song I wrote two years ago. ​Living Light:

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I am currently reading The Tao of Watercolor: A Revolutionary Approach to the Practice of Painting by Jeanne Carbonetti along with a wonderful group of artists over at Angela Fehr's Fearless Art Community. Sometimes you just know, ahead of the first chapter, even, that a book will inspire and change you. Posts related to this book can be found by clicking the Book Notes category in the sidebar.

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    Donna Falcone

    On a Path of Color is dedicated space for recording my journey deeper into art; what it can teach me, and where it may lead. You are welcome to peek in or come along. Maybe you are on a journey as well and perhaps you'd like a little company. Whatever the reason, I'm happy you're here.

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