Monday, January 26, 2015

Old School Kona

Gosh, it's been awhile since I've written, let alone painted anything.  With moving a few months back, the busy holidays, distractions that keep me away from what I love doing, and well, life in general, painting has kind of taken a back seat.   But last week, the urge became too great, so with none of my beloved wood frames made, 
I went and actually bought a few canvasses.  

Sooooo, here I go!  Dang, to be honest, a blank canvas is intimidating and really scares me.  Starting, is the hardest part.  But as I get going, letting my imagination 
and brushes run wild, 
it then becomes easy, joyful, and I love it.  


Viewing this photo reminds me, draws me back, to where this piece will eventually take me.




Start.  I just wanted to get some paint down. Calm colors just start flowing and dripping, creating an almost muted sea.  Here I go again with the sea.  But it's always in me. 



 I wish I had some photos of more than just the beginning and the end result, I suppose I just got too absorbed and forgot.  Added here and there were pencil markings, little paint dabs to create colorful mountains, and wax, always wax.  

I had this really great old photo of Kona, Hawaii from pretty far back in the day that I thought could be nicely transferred on this one.  I love that town, not just because it holds my daughter, son-in-law and pretty soon, our next grandson, but because with the visits we've had, so much joy, God moments, revelation, and beauty has been given to us.  The sea, it sits on the coast of the big island, the beaches and little coved areas, the blue water.  

It's magical.
 I hold this place dear.  
"Kona Winds"

Beautiful hibiscus flowers, and how fitting for them to go on this piece!


 I can just imagine the summers lived here, vacationers from long ago in their bloomered bathing suits and umbrellas.  On the pacific, soaking up the glorious sun in this tropic land.  It really is a gift, this place.  It's mountainous regions, desert areas, sand and lava rock covered beaches, winds, the people, our God.  
It calls.  I hear it.  



There are these certain birds there that flock the trees and dabble the ground.  Hawaiian doves.  I grew to love the sound of that sweet coo, that calm call like the colors on my canvas.  Along with the sound of the waves, they would awaken me in the early mornings.  
I hear that too.  I can't wait to go back.  Soon.  


  
Although this little guy isn't a Hawaiian dove, 
I thought him fitting to sit on a branch on this piece.
Little bird, so beautiful. 

Aloha Pumehana
~Warm love~