Paintings made following the death of my mother, who inspired me to be an artist. Artwork has a much different, looser style than what I've made in the 20 years prior. It's all my brain can see right now. I don't know if this will reverse in the future or if my inner visions of art have been changed irrevocably. We'll see. In the meantime, this is both how I'm able to continue, and a way for me to emotionally process her passing. Made with natural Maui beach charcoal and handmade Maui sea salt.
Read MoreMy biggest fan passed away
(Reposted from Patreon, August 31st)
Hello friends,
On this last day of the month, August 31st, my mom’s birthday, I wanted to let everyone know that she passed away a week ago today.
I’m pretty upset but I’m also okay. Her body just gave out on her this year and there was nothing anyone could really do. I wish she’d had more time but I wouldn’t have wanted her to exist as she was longer than necessary. I think because my grandmother and her sisters all lived to be 100, we assumed my mom would too. Oops.
I feel too young to go through this.
We’ve been spending the week getting her affairs in order, which was much more complicated than I anticipated but as her only child and only heir, everything falls to me. She had no money to her name so I was only able to have her cremated due to the kindness of friends loaning me money.
The toxic family-friends I mentioned during previous health battles with my mom have reared their ugly heads again, but I quickly delete and block, and this time I won’t ever have to hear from them again. Basically saying that I wasn’t around enough, didn’t love her enough, shouldn’t have moved to Maui, that I will suffer karma and regret for the rest of my life. Super kind and compassionate stuff. Definitely the sort of things you say to someone while they’re grieving after they’ve lost their only parent.
It’s not been the greatest month ever, I’ll tell you that.
I don’t know how this will change me going forward, but losing my number one supporter and fan is hard to swallow. My mom was always enthusiastic and excited about whatever I wanted to do. I’m happy she saw me find success in art and fulfill my dream of living in Hawaii. I know she was proud of me. Looking through all her photos, from before and after I was born has been very emotional for me.
I’m sad she will never again see a new painting.
I’m sad she won’t get to see anything having to do with the tv show. She was excited about that.
I just wish I could call her and talk to her about it. All of it, this whole week, the last month. I wish I could call her and talk to her about tv shows we both watched.
Anyway.
I hope you’re all doing well and looking forward to the next month. I’ll get back to things… when I get back to them, I guess.
The Maui fires mean that everyone on the rest of the island are losing their jobs, including Colin. We don’t know what awaits us when we return but I’m thankful he was able to be here with me.
Maui Fires
(Reposted from Patreon on August 10th)
Aloha, friends!
My apologies, I didn't think to update Patreon until people started tracking me down on other channels.
First off, we're fine.
It had been very windy all day Monday and Tuesday and there were a couple of little fires here and there. The fire in Lahaina was considered "100% contained" Tuesday morning... until it wasn't.
Suddenly fires were breaking out everywhere except for the north and east sides (where it's wet. Each island has a wet side and a dry side.)
With the Lahaina fire contained, attention switched to the fires upcountry, near one of our favorite nature trails. That seemed to be the big issue -- tall, old growth trees were falling down and firefighters couldn't get in to put out the fires.
Then all of a sudden an ember flew around in Lahaina and like an explosion, the whole town was engulfed within hours. It was so, so windy. It happened so fast most people couldn't get out with anything more than their bodies. People who worked outside Lahaina couldn't get back in to gather belongings or even, heartbreakingly, pets. Some people couldn't get out either, but first responders are still dealing with that.
I had just gotten through tweeting that Kihei, where we live, was fine, when a small fire broke out a couple of miles near me. Fires had broken out in that area before so I wasn't too worried, although it was definitely windier than I've experienced.
When I saw on Facebook that friends across the highway had evacuated I became a little more concerned, but they were closer to the actual fire. Just as Colin and I were cleaning up from dinner, our phone alarms started screaming at us telling us our neighborhood was under mandatory evacuation and to leave immediately. It basically said grab your pets and go.
We grabbed more than that, because I still couldn't quite believe it, and was hoping we would get a second notice that it was called off. But it kept getting worse and the orange glow in the sky got bigger and neighbors started leaving, so we did too, and headed towards the north shore to our Rivendell on the island where our "Aunty and Uncle" live.
We've been here since.
We almost went back home yesterday but hours after they'd told Kihei residents they could return, they started evacuating again. Given what happened in Lahaina, we just decided to stay put until the winds died down, which they only did about an hour ago (It's 8pm on Thursday now.) There are still fires there, however. We'll return tomorrow if everything seems stable and the winds don't return. It's just such a tinder box on that side of the island, you can't be too sure what will happen.
What happened in Lahaina is devastating and everyone on the island is sort of walking around in shock. Lahaina was the main tourist area, and even more significantly -- the capital of the Kingdom of Hawaii before the US colonized it. It was the epicenter of the entire island chain. (Oahu and Honolulu eventually took over as the most populous center as the US moved in and made it its military headquarters.)
Lahaina wasn't a city like Honolulu, it was smaller and quaint, but the most popular destination on the island.
It's completely leveled now. There is no Lahaina. It's just... gone. It looks like a smoldering war zone. It's a huge, huge loss for the island. Several thousand people lost their homes, businesses, and jobs. Many people lost their lives (the official count as I write this is 53 but that number will go up.) It's not something that can be rebuilt any time soon. It will take years. Decades. It's gone.
I'm sure you've seen it on the news.
Since it just occurred, there's not much more than shock happening yet. I'm not sure what the island will do in the coming days, weeks, months. They're asking people not to come here so that displaced residents can stay in hotel rooms.
Friends of friends lost their homes. People on the crew of Moku Moku lost their homes. Shooting has been postponed until otherwise determined.
We get very little cell service up here so it's been difficult to keep in contact with my mom, but I've talked to her briefly. I was hoping to keep it from her as long as I could -- she LOVED Lahaina and in her condition I didn't want to upset her. But it wasn't possible to keep from her and she had the news on in the background the last I spoke to her.
I'll start replying to your emails and messages when I have a little more time to breathe once we get back home. I keep thinking of the dishes we left in the sink when we grabbed our things and ran out. I have a weird obsessive/compulsive thing about dishes in the sink. Obviously it is the least of our concerns. Colin's job was canceled this week, and the paycheck that went with it, so that will be something to worry about ... after we get home and unpack.
In the meantime I'm just going to try and rest and keep watching the news footage that I can't take my eyes off of.
I never would have believed something this major could happen here. At the moment it's the second biggest disaster in the state (after the tsunami in Hilo during the 1960s) but we're all pretty sure it will far surpass that once the casualties are added up.
It's just completely horrifying. I don't know what to say.
Just know that we're personally okay and healthy and both Colin and Musashi are conked out next to me and I appreciate everyone checking up on us. I'm sorry I worried all of you that don't use social media or have my phone number, I just wasn't thinking on those terms.
Let's talk more soon.
Aloha nui loa to all of you. xo
For There Is Always Light . 2023 . Original Light Reactive Painting
For There Is Always Light
If only we’re brave enough to see it.
If only we’re brave enough to be it.
(Amanda Gorman)
2023
Made with acrylic, strontium aluminate, crushed glass, varnish, water, and light.
This painting is 11x14 inches.
On stretched canvas, with a 1.5-inch gallery edge, wrapped over wood and painted black. Signed on the front and back.
Shown in natural light, blacklight, no light, at an angle, and close up. Videos as well at purchase link.
Shipping includes insurance. Cost of shipping to be determined based on your location and paid through PayPal or Venmo before being sent out.
No shipping cost for Maui residents.
Payment plans are accepted. Purchase here:
The New Dawn Blooms As We Free It . 2023 . Original Light Reactive Painting
Brand new painting. Title taken from my new favorite poet Amanda Gorman's poem, The Hill We Climb.
The New Dawn Blooms As We Free It
2023
Made with acrylic, strontium aluminate, crushed glass, varnish, water, and light.
Title taken from my new favorite poet Amanda Gorman's poem, The Hill We Climb. It was recited at the Presidential Inaugural Address on January 20th, 2021, which just happens to be the day we moved to Maui. It gave me chills. The last few lines read:
When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid.
The new dawn blooms as we free it.
For there is always light,
if only we're brave enough to see it.
If only we're brave enough to be it.
Honestly one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard/read.
This painting is 24x36 inches.
On stretched canvas, with a 1.5-inch gallery edge, wrapped over wood and painted black. Signed on the front and back.
Shown in natural light, blacklight, no light, at angles, and close up. Videos available on the purchase page in my art shop.
Payment plans accepted.
Shipped in a sturdy wooden crate and delivered to your door. Insurance included. Cost of shipping to be determined based on your location and paid through PayPal or Venmo before being sent out.
No shipping cost for Maui residents.
Rise and Shine . 2023 . Original Light Reactive Painting
Another new painting! Look at that rainbow glow!
Rise and Shine
I think we could also use a little more light in our lives right now, don’t you? More light for me, more light for you. Let’s brighten up this world and create light wherever we can.
2023
Made with acrylic, strontium aluminate, varnish, water, and light.
Look at how bright that rainbow glow is! Glows in the dark for several hours.
This painting is 11x14 inches.
On stretched canvas, with a 1.5-inch gallery edge, wrapped over wood and painted black. Signed on the front and back.
Shown in natural light, blacklight, no light, at an angle, and close up. Videos available at purchase link! Click the button below.
Shipping includes insurance. Cost of shipping to be determined based on your location and paid through PayPal or Venmo before being sent out.
No shipping cost for Maui residents.
Rising Over Water . 2023 . Original Light Reactive Painting
New painting!
Rising Over Water
2023
Made with acrylic, strontium aluminate, crushed glass, varnish, water, and light.
Over 5500 blacklight-reactive dots!
This painting is 24x36 inches.
On stretched canvas, with a 1.5-inch gallery edge, wrapped over wood and painted black. Signed on the front and back.
Shown in natural light, blacklight, no light, at angles, and close up. Video as well! I also included photos on my patio and with my hand for size perspective.
Shipped in a sturdy wooden crate and delivered to your door. Insurance included. Cost of shipping to be determined based on your location and paid through PayPal or Venmo before being sent out.
Made in Hawaii. No shipping cost for Maui residents.
Payment plans are accepted. Just email me!
Through The Looking Glass . 2023 . Original Light Reactive Painting
Brand new painting!
Through The Looking Glass
2023
30x48 inches
Acrylic, strontium aluminate, crushed glass, varnish, water, and light on gallery wrapped canvas. Sides are painted black. Signed with my full name, front and back. Ready to hang as is.
I mean, and seriously, aren’t we all? (Through the looking glass.) I know for me the world is different, upside down, fragmented into weird and good and amazing and shocking ways. Plus, moving back into my classic acrylic styles is strangely a new world again, albeit one I am comfortable with. It’s nice to be comfortable and confident with something.
Currently this painting is hanging at What Ales You Taphouse and Wine Bar in Kihei on the island of Maui in Hawaii.
For now I’m leaving it there and not putting it up for sale, although it is a fine example of my work and perfect for commissions. I can do this painting in any size or color. It can be hung horizontally as well. It glows in the dark very brightly and as you can see from my reflection in one of the photos, parts of it are very, very shiny, like glass. There’s a sparkle of real glass in the circle element. When you walk past it, it twinkles at you.
It was quite pleasant to make and the bright acrylic colors lifted my mood. I hope it does the same for you!
If you’d like to follow my art, career, and innermost thoughts (I get very personal) more closely, join me on Patreon! patreon.com/shaylamaddox It’s free to follow (you don’t even have to create a password.) Paid memberships get the real inside track, but there’s something for everyone. Subscriptions start at just $2 a month, which allows me to pay for supplies, basic life needs like rent and groceries, and investment in my future career with things like education and residencies (they all cost money!) I would love to see you there.
Back to Basics in 2023
Hi.
So, it’s been a while.
I’ve decided to bring a lot of my written and photo content back to my personal blog and simply link out to it from Patreon, much like I did before Patreon existed. Patron-only content will remain on Patreon.
There’s a couple reasons for this. The first is, honestly, I just want to reclaim my work back to my own site, rather than hosting it only on Patreon. You never know what’s going to happen and I just want control of my own stuff again.
Besides, (reason 2) I don’t know wtf Patreon is doing anymore and I’m not sure where it will go. This isn’t unexpected, companies have to change their models when they become gigantic, as Patreon has. But there are a few red flags that have come up and I figure now is the time to reorganize. One of the red flags for me is Patreon’s sometimes subtle, sometimes blatant support (even worship) of Elon Musk. Dislike. A lot. I know a lot of this is individual staff, rather than the company as a whole, but it still disturbs me. It shouldn’t be on their social media accounts, written by whatever staffer is in charge of it at the time (staff changes quickly at Patreon now.) I know a lot of them are young too, and don’t pay attention to the world at large outside of their jobs, and I don’t harbor ill will towards anyone who’s fallen into it. I liked Elon Musk 10 years ago too. But I know too much now, the world has changed, and I don’t like seeing it anymore. Red flag #2 is the fact that Patreon is toying with the idea of giving space to AI on their platform, a site supposedly devoted to helping creators make money from their creations. I’m not sure where helping robots make money for their creations fits in to that, regardless of who is pressing the “make AI image” button on the other side. AI is not created by artists, in fact it steals from artists, and I don’t see where it fits into Patreon’s model. AI might be helpful in making technology faster, easier, and more complex, but it falls outside of the definition of art and creativity, in my opinion. I don’t particularly want to share the “creator class” with robots. AI is posed to take creative jobs away. How (and why) should real creators compete with that in their own market? It makes no sense. Artificial Intelligence is the antithesis to human creativity.
Red flag #3 for me actually happened in 2019. At a Patreon event in Los Angeles, numerous famous people were brought in to give talks on creativity and running a creative business. None of them (okay maybe one) had Patreon accounts or used Patreon to build their businesses, but they were famous! I guess that was supposed to inspire us? Or something? The problem is in assuming that all creators want to be famous or that fame is necessary to run a successful business. Some of us just want to make enough money to live our lives utilizing our artistry for our jobs. It seemed like a fundamental misunderstanding of the creator class, a term Patreon has proudly bandied about since 2013. This was the creator elite. It used to be that Patreon was for everyone, a model that broke the old world of gatekeepers, corporations, studios, labels, etc. Highlighting the upper 2% of creators in the world as something to strive for was very disappointing to me. At one point, just to add insult to injury, as two of these famous people were discussing their paths to stardom, they actually joked with each other that if all goes to hell, they could always open Patreon accounts. They laughed. The audience stared, or chuckled nervously. From the creators on the floor who were present that I spoke to, none of us took too kindly to the joking about our livelihoods. It really wasn’t funny.
Huge punch in the gut from Patreon itself.
There are a couple of other, smaller things (like how in Patreon’s mind, it seems like all roads start with or lead to YouTube, which is weird, since YouTube was the reason for starting a company that existed outside of YouTube) but this is enough already.
No one is perfect.
And I’m not leaving Patreon. It’s really hard to predict what’s going to happen in the future, both within the company and outside in the world, so all options are always on the table. My goal now is to keep my Patreon an island for myself and my Patrons, and any other artists who would like to join in. How Patreon runs its business only affects my day-to-day life there so much, and I don’t have a problem keeping my account to myself and my own audience. We make lots of allowances for corporations in our lives, because we don’t really have a choice. PayPal, Apple, Disney, etc all have problems. It just is what it is. The corporate aspect doesn’t need to change how I run my own business.
Reason #3 (yes, that was all reason #2) is that publishing my life’s work only on Patreon makes it harder for the world outside of it to see. It isn’t great for Google results, for instance. People can’t find me as easily, and they can’t know what I do. If I want to build a bigger audience, even if just to direct them to Patreon, I need to seek these people out in the greater outside world. Patreon truncates my business. I’ve known this for a while, but it’s taken me a long time to figure out what to do with the information, and if I wanted to bring things back outside the walls of Patreon again. I do now. I guess Reason #3.5 would be that Patreon has grown so large that many people regard it as a joke, or at least are no longer enthused by it. It’s kind of sad the way people have dropped off of supporting artists of all types, and I understand the economy has been rough on all of us. But artists are still the backbone of culture and creativity in the world, and it burns a little to know that some people would rather support BMW or Hulu than individual artists. I hope, as a society, we can swing things back in our direction. Part of talking about all of this off of Patreon is wrapped up in my plan to do so. I still value the support, as do others like me.
That being said, if you’re finding this post not on Patreon, consider joining me at patreon.com/shaylamaddox. It allows me to buy art supplies, pay rent, apply for residencies, make art books, pay for my website, pay taxes, buy groceries, insurance, gas, … pretty much everything. If not me, be sure to find artists that you love, and support them. We put so much effort into our work and we value every single penny given to us. This is how we’re able to be artists and, ideally, show others (especially kids!) that they too can viably be artists. It’s so very important to all of society.
I’ll be posting a bunch of my sold and unsold work that I’ve made in the last few years here on this blog, just to catch everyone up and show new people discovering me what I’ve been doing. It kinda makes me sad that it only exists on Patreon and in my personal shop.
Having said all that, I’m happy to be wrapping up my sunrise project and getting back to painting again. As you can see from the photos above, I’m restarting my relationship with acrylic. I worked on two pieces before writing this post and they’re already dry. Holy Moses that’s fast. I’d forgotten how fast acrylic dries. For some artists this is a downside, but it will greatly help me produce quality work at a faster rate, something I need to do to increase my portfolio and my financial goals. Buying acrylic in bulk, even artist-quality acrylic, is much more feasible. And I got a small thrill at seeing the bright colors come off my brush (or sponge) and onto the canvas.
Which is not to say I’ll be giving up all things natural! In fact, I found a really cool paintbrush in the park today:
Exciting, right? There’s all kinds of supplies to utilize here. :)
Mahalo for reading! ❤︎
The Smokies
Wow. It's gonna take a few posts to process the last week appropriately. Thanks to all of you who've been following my Instagram Stories. I want to use the momentum to write down my feelings while they're fresh. I'm not at full Anthony Bourdain level yet, where I can sit down and bust out six pages of thoughtfully written reflection, but it's a start.
My time in Tennessee was unpredictable and spectacular. If I was intending to have a life-changing experience, the Great Smoky Mountains more than delivered one. Like the best adventures, none of it went according to plan.
I arrived in the south with an open mind and little expectation. Even the accents caught me off guard. I didn't know I'd love them. Just two weeks ago this trip didn't exist. I took the opportunity when it presented itself, based on a strong hunch that I would be grateful I did so. There was no way to imagine what came next.
I hadn't realized the funk I'd gotten myself into until I'd flown away from it. My life for the last month has been awkward to say the least. A few of my "big plans" for the year had fallen through, and though I was working on a lot of new stuff, none of it was getting finished. Worse, I was at the mercy of the weather. Living 15 minutes from the coast means that sometimes the marine layer rolls in thick, which it did for the entire month of May. Though a blessing for my lungs, it makes clear layers and final varnishes a bit iffy. Some of my little tester paintings were fogging up -- a risk I was not willing to take with my larger work. So there it sat, basically finished, waiting for the clouds to break.
Which is also a good description of what happened to me. Add in a little politically-fueled depression and we've got all the makings of emotional paralyzation. I started down that cycle of wondering why I was even making art. What my art was for. What I was even accomplishing. Isn't there something else I should be doing?
I don't allow myself changes of scenery too much. I take comfort and wallow in my studio, which is inside my house, which means I spend a lot of time here. It's like being trapped in a mental spin-cycle.
When the chance to do something spontaneous and different came to me-- to meet friends in a state I've never been to, doing things I'm not normally inclined to do-- I jumped on it. I honestly had no clue what I was getting into, but knew I was meant to be there. Traveling has always lit me up inside. I love the experience of newness. I love to explore.
I thought a lot about Tony while I was there. One of the last things I'd done the day before he died was look up shows he'd made in the deep south. It's been a travel ritual of mine for years to get Bourdain's opinion of the place I'm going in the days before going there. I didn't end up watching them this time, because I was still in shock he was gone.
So instead, I carried his spirit with me, in the best way I knew how. I let the experience lead me, and opened my eyes as wide as I could to see whatever the universe intended to show me.
I just had to climb a mountain with a broken foot to find it.
Doorway To A Thousand Churches . 2014
This painting is 30x48 inches with a 1.5" gallery edge.
Made with acrylic, glass, phosphorescent pigments, water & light.
Shown above in:
1. natural light
2. interior and uv (black) light combined
3. uv (black) light only
4. no light (glow in the dark)
Here are a few videos I shot of the making of this painting.
Doorway To A Thousand Churches has sold.
To follow along with all my art happenings, visit me on Patreon.
Ongoing Blatherings
This is purely stream of consciousness. It was written in paragraphs over the course of several months. Weeks passed in between sentences. I curated my own words after the fact. Don't think too hard about it, it's not supposed to mean anything. This is purely stream of consciousness.
The need to worry is an illusion.
"What will happen if you let it go?" I'm not sure. I wait for the sounds of a crash, but there is nothing.
Echoes, perhaps, but I am not attached to them now. They flutter past as I stare ahead. We have an understanding.
My Krav instructor is always telling me that I'm overthinking everything, which makes sense, since Krav has become a convoluted metaphor for life. You have to react to punches as they come. You can't plan the whole thing out. Don't fall over. Keep breathing. Get back up.
I find it comforting.
I dislike the "no regrets" mantra. Regret can be a helpful reminder not to make terrible choices again. People have a lot of "self-love" when it comes to justifying terrible behavior. I want to push through. I don't want to keep spinning, spinning, spinning.
Days pass. Now I can see through to the other side, but I'm caught in the hazy, slow-motion universe in between. Forward, but slowly. My mind is quicker than my body.
How long were you in your cocoon?
Sometimes you absorb a massive amount of information in a very short amount of time. An hour, a week, a year. It's a meaningful time. All you can really do is keep your eyes open and watch. Be a sponge. If you're ready and prepared for the information, you can learn it with just a word. But don't waste the opportunity. You might not get another one. Time is not waiting for you. It doesn't care. It's already given you many chances.
In a fantastical parallel universe, I have lots of energy. I smile endlessly, and I bound around from one amazing decision to the next. I leap from rooftop to rooftop.
I didn't take Robin Williams' suicide very well. For me this was sadder than your run-of-the-mill unexpected celebrity death. He struggled for a long time and then it got worse. It got *that bad.* You want to believe that there is relief at some point during life, but maybe there isn't. Maybe you just get stronger. I've experienced a lot of growth from the same situations that caused despair and sadness. Good and bad, it all redistributes over and over again, like chemicals in a sphere.
I've had some of my brightest ideas in my darkest moments. Life is a little like throwing yourself off a mountaintop and hoping that you will fly. Or stick. Or that someone will catch you. The reward is in the risk, I guess. Even if disappointment lies on the other side, isn't it better to know? I'm afraid of wasting time; I am haunted by the time I've wasted. Heavy ghosts.
I've been having this vision of a man wearing a large, heavy medallion around his neck. He walks forward. It weighs exactly as much as he is able to carry without falling over -- and no less. The weight grows heavier as he grows stronger. It's supposed to be an honor to carry more weight, more responsibility. It means you have earned it.
I don't know if I really believe that, but that's the vision I've been having.
It's 6:51am. I've been up for hours. It's nice to be downstairs working instead of upstairs judging myself for being awake. I'm supposed to work with my flow.
Sleep when you're tired. Eat when you're hungry. You never think you'll have to learn basic skills like that as a semi-functional adult.
The sky gets brighter and my stomach gets louder and I ponder Irish breakfast tea or a nap. I'll end up doing both, because I was awake before the sun anyway and because I'm supposed to practice feeling deserving.
The morning is quiet and beautiful.
Break on Through to the Other Side
Hey. How are you? Is there anything exciting or momentous going on in your life? I feel like I need to catch up with everyone.
I have come to the not-so-shocking epiphany that I am withdrawn by nature. A loner. A bit closed-off in many ways.
I'm an only child, an only child that moved around constantly and never learned how to set down roots or form long-term bonds with people. Having a single mum meant I was alone most days after school, once I was deemed responsible enough to be alone. That happened at an early age too, since I was a rather mature and intelligent little girl. I have always been smart-mouthed and sassy, but other than that, I was a good kid.
My grandfather and mother were/are absolutely fabulous in social situations. They always presented themselves well, were outgoing and conversational. My grandfather was an actor, a baseball star, an elected official, and a pillar of the community. My mom thrives around people, cares for them more deeply than I've seen anyone do, and is (sometimes unrealistically) generous with her time and help to everyone she meets. She's become friends with her doctor, her plumber, and her sushi chef.
Since these two influenced me more than any others, I learned these skills as well. I too am usually great in social situations. People find me fairly outgoing. I feel confident, proud, and capable at all my art shows. I even do great at public speaking. It doesn't really bother me the way it does others, and I'm always encouraged to do more of it when it happens.
Afterwards though, especially after my art shows, I crash, sometimes for days. It exhausts me. I want to just stay indoors and do nothing for awhile. I vow never to do things outside again.
The internet is a great middle-ground for loners. I adopted the lifestyle when I was about 17 and it has generally served me well ever since.
Even with the protection of a screen, I pull back every now and then. I withdraw. I don't believe in internet overshare as a rule, but it grows into a genuine problem when I fret over simple things like sharing my art and promoting myself. Which doesn't make a lot of sense for the girl who shines at her own shows and likes giving speeches to large groups of people. Bizarre right?
I don't understand it either.
Awareness is key. I've been cultivating skills to help me through the downtime. I've started automating status updates so that it counteracts the moments I feel withdrawn. I've pulled back from the online areas that give me anxiety (Facebook) in favor of the ones I feel more comfortable using. (Twitter, Instagram.)
There's something else too, that I think helps cure the root of this problem. I've been playing around with it, seeing how it works, measuring my own internal reaction to it-- which has so far been totally positive. The trick?
'Outward flow', I've been calling it. It started when I began tithing my income. Is tithing the right word? That sounds a bit religious. Giving to causes I believe in. (charity: water - because everyone needs clean water.) I felt stressed about how much money was coming in - so I started giving more away, to change the flow, and (not-so-ironically) change my attitude toward financial things in general.
I've also been trying to outwardly appreciate people more. People don't know when you're listening. They don't know that you like their stuff. How can they? I know I don't. I usually assume people aren't paying any attention to me. It often surprises me when someone responds. So, it's not rocket science to realize it goes both ways. If I want someone to know, I have to tell them. Usually this just means Liking™ their Instagram photos, their Facebook updates, and their Twitter musings. Simple, right?
Yet it's been profound. Why withhold any of that? Why not give freely, give more than even is necessary? I feel better, just by changing my outward flow. It cuts through that loner tendency, at least a little bit. It almost seems too simple. How can it make a difference? I'm not sure, but it does. It's a start.
And now I'm writing again. It's been a long time since I've written anything at length regularly. I drew inward a couple of years ago and never found my way out. I need to adjust that flow. It starts with a trickle, but breaks into a flood. At least that's what I'm hoping.
My solution for the moment, as far as writing, is to write and post publicly but not call attention to it. I'm not going to link it everywhere, I'm not going to use it in my overall marketing tools. I'm just going to write, and let it be where it is. If you know how to find it and if you're looking, you'll see it. If you don't, you don't, and I'm good with that right now. It's kind of like a journal, I guess. I'm happy to have those who would be reading anyway, those who want to know. Otherwise I'm going to enjoy the buffer for a little while as I get back into the swing of things.
If you have comments or anything to say, let me know. I'm here.
Frenzied Solitude
Hello, March.
The year is brightening up, yes?
There are these frenetic periods of quiet solitude ;) in which I get a massive amount of painting done. It's awesome.
Sometimes I don't take photos at all. Huge phases pass in each painting and I am the only one who will ever know about it.
But it's good to be alone with your art now and then.
I am getting better about documenting my process and my life. It's so important. When in history have artists been able to record their own stories like this? We have a great responsibility and a great opportunity.
I think when I was first starting out, for many many years, I didn't believe anyone would find my process interesting. It's messy. There's no formula or pattern. Most of what I do is intuitive and based simply on what I "feel" is the next step. Then I figure out how to do it based on the materials I have (or I acquire whatever I need to accomplish it.)
If I have a large - or important - series of steps to make, I have to focus completely just to get it done. I have to disconnect from many other places. It's not necessarily due to artsy subconscious emotions, it's just impossible to hold *everything* in your brain at the same time.
So I jump in; throw myself at my art. Plastic everywhere, frenzied mixing, paint flying, fingernails stained turquoise, empty containers and ruined brushes. I spend time sitting in front of each painting, seeking out the next step. I listen. I watch. I work with it.
I've made mad progress on everything. I'm 10+ steps into a new painting I haven't even photographed yet.
:)
Stay tuned.
Crown for a Queen
I've never worked with henna before. Or heads, for that matter.
So when she first asked me, I actually panicked. I didn't want to ruin her head. She has a very nice head, what could I do but smear henna in goopy piles all over it?
She said, "It's only temporary."
Oh. Right.
Once I snapped out of my insecurity, I realized what she always knew, the reason why she asked me:
This is my whole life. This is what I do all day. I paint circles and mandalas and dots. I was born to do this. And now with an opportunity to help a friend!
And of course I would. Chelsea and I have a long and woven history of being Chelsea and I.
Actually if I go into it much more I will get all misty and start blathering and I hate showing emotion to large groups of people, so let's just say that I was profoundly honored to do this.
She is a true Warrior Queen. She has always been brave. She faces new experiences straight on with a quiet, watchful determination. Of course we should continue sending her love and light and happy thoughts. But there's one thing I've been confident about from the moment I first learned of this new journey she's facing:
She is stronger than all of us.
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Aloha 'Aina and the ironic sense of motivation I get in Hawaii
I mean, sure, I like to zone out (zen out?) on the beach while the sun bakes my brain and browns my skin and .... What's that? Another lilikoi margarita? Why of course.
I think it's the potent love of being there that reminds me very clearly that my time in Hawaii is temporary. And intermittent. And directly tied to how often I can afford going. Which is directly connected to how hard I work.
On the other hand, my artistic sensibilities are bombarded with insane beauty the entire time. I want to paint ALL OF IT. I've taken up photography over the last few years, which helps quench a bit of that thirst while there, but it's not enough. Some things just can't be photographed. Besides, it's not the way Hawaii looks that affects me so strongly. I want you to know how Hawaii makes me FEEL.
Emotional, profound, poetic, intense, eerie, spiritual... It's a long list of words, which is partly why I'd rather paint it.
The experience of all these feelings calls me to question much about my life. Or rather, almost inexplicably, it's as though I find myself in the islands whenever I'm deep in thought about who I am and where I'm headed. It's where my mind is able to process all that it needs to. My own spiritual monastery.
Inevitably, every single time I've been there, I stumble into a conversation with a random local that answers the very life-questions I've been pondering. To be honest, I had a few of those conversations this go-around. It's a little creepy. There were goosebumps involved. Somehow I never see it coming.
Does the island hear my thoughts? Does it bring me there for answers?
I won't bore you with my hippie zen mystical LOST-esque spiritual crap, but let's just say the island knew what I needed to hear this time too, as it always does.
Regardless, my understandable love of the land (Aloha 'Aina) inspires quite a lot of artistic inspiration. It's not just that I want to express my personal interpretation of Hawaii to the rest of you, but I want to show my appreciation for how it changes me. More specifically, Aloha 'Aina means to nurture the beauty and purity of the land. I can't think of a better way to express my gratitude for this place than to show you how I see it through my own eyes.
So begins my new Hawaii collection. If I can't make a painting for every photo I took, I'm doing something wrong. I certainly have more inspiration flooding my brain than just what I posted on Instagram. Some paintings are already spoken for and I haven't even yet bought supplies. Mahalo nui loa to those of you who believe in my artistic vision so truly that you can see the magical possibilities just as I do.
In the meantime, if you'd like to jump in and buy one of my photos, I would be honored.
Or, if you see a photo you'd like turned into a painting, get in touch with me and let's discuss the options together.
For now, I am back in the island of Orange County. Sure, I'm sad to be away from home, but I'm glad to be back to work. I have too many plans and ideas not to get started right away. My studio is here and here is where I will create my own personal Hawaii. At least for the time being. I feel a renewed determination to take my art to greater heights, to show more people; to show all people. It might take a little work, but there isn't anyone more capable of telling the world who I am than me. It's just a little climb up, and I think I'm ready to reach higher than ever before, maybe even higher than I can imagine.
Besides, between you and me, I have this sneaking suspicion I'll be back in Hawaii sooner than we think............................................. ;)
♥
Warrior Princess
I've always wanted to be a fighter. I've always had a "fighter spirit", which I know now is much different than being a fighter. I hear a lot of women say they'd like to learn self-defense, but ultimately feel secure that if a dangerous situation should arise, they'd instinctively know how to get out of it. Their anger and fury would be enough to scare off an attacker.
:)
That's sweet. It's also complete nonsense, but I'm not really sure how to address it, since getting down and dirty on the mat with giant men throwing punches at your head is definitely not the kind of fun after-work activity most people enjoy. Fighter life isn't for everyone. Of course I had to go and choose one of the most hardcore styles of fighting there is, because, well, why not? Go big or go home. Friends laugh at how proud I am of my bruises, my bloody knuckles. I'm sore pretty much always. Everything hurts. It's awesome. I adore it. I can't stop blathering about it.
Meanwhile, over the course of the last two years, unbeknownst to me, another change was happening. I didn't see it until recently. I was just obsessed with fighting - learning to be a good fighter. I have never been an athlete and to say I dabbled in a couple of sports seems like an exaggeration. But, for whatever reason, I NEEDED to fight, and I needed to push myself to every limit I had. I just wanted to be better. It was hard for me at the beginning. I was so skinny and scrawny and every class left me feeling like I'd been hit by a bus.
Until this year.
Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Allow me to give you a little backstory:
I've always been skinny. Sure, it's been nice. Part of it is that I was born that way and part of it is my natural tendency to eat like a rabbit. A good start, but taking proper care of myself was never a priority. I was sick a lot in school. Lots of things, different things. When others got a sore throat, I got strep throat so bad it landed me in the hospital. I was tired a lot. I was diagnosed with a handful of not-real things that probably would have been better summed up as "she seems kinda depressed." On occasion, this would cause weight loss. Friends began the chorus of high school whispering - I'm clearly anorexic - or I have cancer - or..... Whatever, I didn't like school anyway. But it left an impression on me, that I was skinny and fragile and sickly. It became part of my identity. I'm not sure I've ever gotten over it fully.
…Until this year.
Somewhere between the tests getting harder and my obsession growing larger, I started attending my Krav Maga classes more regularly. Sometimes every day. Sometimes twice a day. Sometimes for 3 or 4 hours a day. Even my instructors told me I was going too much. They said I would burn out.
I think I was becoming an endorphin junkie. I felt so strong and capable. It was a fantastic feeling. Occasionally I would pass my reflection in a window and -- wait are those muscles? On my arms? My back? Where did those even come from?
I'm a big supporter of artists documenting themselves and their lives. Yes that means photos. We are writing (and photographing) our own history. Hopefully, as an artist, you can make them interesting. Hopefully they reflect some current or important or profound aspect of your life and condition. As an artist, my evolution as a human being is directly connected to my art. I want my very life to be art.
Am I shy about these photos? In all honesty? Not really. If you knew where I'd been and where I've come from, you'd be proud of me too. So relieved. Victorious. That's how I feel inside. I want to reset the standard, the new normal for myself as a strong, healthy person.
I promised myself that I was not going to be bashful in my 30s. I had no way of knowing what I meant by that. I wanted to live fully and freely and not be tied down by a false, negative image. I'm proud of myself, and how hard I've worked. I have earned that right through a lot of fortitude and pain. I want to celebrate.
I am strong. And that's what I find beautiful. I never really saw myself that way before. There is nothing negative about it. You could say I am fulfilling a life dream, one that is happening right now. I FEEL the best I ever have.
You bet I'm going to enjoy it.
A Light in the Dark - 2013
I've been calling it my "most successful show ever."
I have had other "successes," of course. It's all relative to what you're going for. A couple of years ago I sold everything in the show before the night was over. That was fun. And I actually sold quite a bit here too! Almost half. That's not bad at all. Big fat check.
But that's not why this show was so great.
There was an energy present, a vibe, a level of excitement that I'm not sure we, me and the people who support my career, have seen before.
Much of this is owed to Four Elements Art Gallery, who provided an amazing space for my work and fully backed my vision for what the show could be. Not only do they BELIEVE in my art, but they hung blacklights from very tall ceilings, built a platform for our DJ to rule over his kingdom, and put a lot of money and sweat behind this project. Most galleries I've worked with simply can't envision such a happening party, and although my other DIY shows have been awesome, they were never technically happening in a 'gallery.' So previously it felt a little homespun. Which, ya know, has its place too.
But this.... This was spectacular.
I keep joking that we "almost broke fire codes" which is mostly a joke, except for the wall-to-wall people smashing into each other and pouring into the super packed patio outside when it became too hot inside to stand any longer. I hovered near the door a lot, just to keep a breeze on me.
And as usual, I only saw most of you briefly, in a glimpse, this electric but fuzzy memory in a flurry of moments in my mind. Just know that I remember and cherish every one of them. I always appreciate seeing your faces, even for a minute.
To everyone else: it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to see you again, and I hope our next show is even more fun. (Is that even possible?)
Thanks, A Light in the Dark, for restoring my faith - in myself, in my art, in my purpose. It's a nice feeling. :)
In which you get to see more of me! ;) LIVE!
You might be kinda-sorta surprised to find out that I'm shy. Sorta.
Obviously I have a strong need to express myself through art, and I've always been a bit of a performer. This painting thing on the whole is relatively new to me. The first two thirds of my life were dedicated to acting. Being on camera. I WANTED TO SHINE! TO BE A STAR.
Or so I thought. It's still there, but as I grew older I also embraced my secret alter-ego of being an introverted hermit. I like things quiet, I like to be home, I like to paint. I'm sort of perplexing to others. I excel in social situations, I'm not afraid of public speaking, and if you follow my photography, I'm fine displaying myself as well. But through all that, my close friends know that I retreat and withdraw a lot. Back to my happy hermit cave. Where it's quiet and I have control of my surroundings and what I share with others.
Well, screw all that.
I'm about to embark on a new, very public journey. It'll be a challenge for me, which is probably the best indication that it's a good idea. I love challenges. I don't go down without a fight, and I'm pretty determined to succeed in all ventures, especially if something requires me to try harder.
To make a long story short (too late), I'll be displaying my life, LIVE AS IT HAPPENS, on camera via the Hang W/ app. It's available for iPhone and Android, and it's free. The basic idea is live streaming video - currently in 3 minute increments. I'm still in practice-mode to be honest. Figuring out how I fit in, what I want to share with you about my life. There's a lot of pressure doing things live. I have no edit button. There aren't filters. I have to roll with the punches as we go. It's basically public performance, or... public existing, you could say.
I invite you, my friends, my fans, my family - to come along with me. If you want.
Long term this will be an excellent way for you to participate in my art and my travels. I have an art show tonight and I will be broadcasting live all evening from the event. I'm going to Hawaii in two months and Greece in the spring. How fun would it be to come along with that? Short term, you might see a lot of me walking Musashi or drunken dinners with friends. Maybe a hike, or a sunset, or a little Krav Maga practice. Who knows? It's all spontaneous and in the moment.
Oh and painting! I'm about to start making new art again, and this is a great way for you to see me in my studio at work.
*Full disclosure (as required by law and the FTC): I'm getting paid to do this.
Someone thinks my life is worth the time and money. We'll see about that. But I take the honor and responsibility seriously, and I will work my hardest to make the experience interesting and entertaining for both of us.
Bonus- You can comment live and I will answer your questions on camera.
After you download the app - called Hang W/ - make sure to adjust your notifications as you see fit. Go to 'Me' (on your profile) then to 'My Settings' then to 'Notifications' to turn them on and off. You're welcome to keep them on but, fair warning: You might receive a note that I'm broadcasting live over 300 times per month. That's not an exaggeration. Otherwise, turn it off and tune in when you feel like it. I promise in turn that I will make an announcement if I'm broadcasting something particularly interesting, and I'll have the app tell Facebook and Twitter at those times when it's happening. I certainly don't want to bug you. :)
But I also don't get to see many of you as much as I'd like, and perhaps this way we can Hang out a little more often. And who knows? Maybe I'll become utterly fascinating one day. ;)
--If you'd prefer NOT to download the app or don't have the capability on your phone, check my new Hang W/ Me LIVE page where you can view my live broadcasts directly on my website. Yay!