"Summer Graffiti"
An informal view of life on the streets of my Island Forest Drive life
I told myself I wasn't going to paint for the next few months so I could solely concentrate on a very over due project that I want to get done by Christmas. BUT.....a simple text from my painting buddy Erin caused me to actually throwing paint on this canvas that started out very different...changed into something else entirely,
and ended up as my version of graffiti.
And I really like it.
I'm intrigued by art that has been spray painted on sides of buildings, trains, and I'm sure a host of other places and objects. I don't know if it's the art I love so much, or the fact that it's a bit rebelish (my own word) that draws me to it. I think both, as that seems to be what's in me lately. Art and rebel tendencies.
Since I have been given a mostly easy life living in 'suburbia' and aren't faced with some of the challenges that can arise when living in an inner city,
my version of graffiti comes from my life right now.
It's happy, it's colorful, it's me.
But I can't take that for granted, only be grateful.
With quite a few of the pieces I create, I like to have my art look one way when the viewer is standing back at a distance. But when it is viewed up close, other things can only be seen then. It gives one pleasure from anywhere in the room. With this one, the flowers are the main focal point when standing from a distance, but as you get close, you'll find a host of other added touches like circles, bubble wrap stamps, and much splattered paint.
And how fun!!!
This painting, although not true graffiti, is my happy version of it.
Every time I doodle on a paper, about 90% of the time, a flower emerges.
So when I didn't know what to paint on this large canvas,
I went to my fall back and what evolved
were these bright and happy flowers that kind of took on a life of their own as I went along.
I really like the orange one the best. Almost reminds me of an orange creamsicle. YUM!
Erin snapped a picture of me as I am in the finger painting stage.
Just can't seem to get the five year old out of me...gosh I miss kindergarden!
To change it up a bit, I typed out the name of this one on an old scrap of boat canvas that I used as a practice piece on an earlier painting. It just fit.
Summer Graffiti. I had fun with this one!!
No thinking, just doing. And I like that.
