This week, as I caught up on scanning and updating 3 new paintings to my website, I realized it’s been a year since I first started the architecture series with a watercolor, pen and ink of “The Erechtheion” – a series that now contains 23 works.
It is good to reflect back as a way to see how to (or sometimes how not to) move forward. A year ago I was feeling a bit underwhelmed and uninspired. I wanted to try something new, but being the perfectionist that I am, trying new things comes with doubt and fear. I am so grateful that I ignored those pesky negative thoughts and picked up the pens my dad had given me a few years prior. Using them along with watercolor has been a joy while working on so many beautiful places I’ve been fortunate to visit.
The lesson to be learned here is to keep moving forward, trying new things and persevering. If you don’t feel like you have figured out your particular style, keep working on the process and trust that in time it will reveal itself.
Achieving crisp pen lines contrasted with beautiful watercolor washes speaks directly to both my analytical and creative natures. The bonus is I found a way to paint years worth of wonderful memories! I hope you have enjoyed this series as much as I have!
Check out more works in this series by visiting The Gallery.
This week I started and finished a new painting. I chose this subject less for it’s aesthetic qualities but instead for it’s meaning. I chose the interior of the [now] museum at Ellis Island.
When I choose a subject for a painting, I often sort through hundreds of personal photos – either in printed or digital form – until something strikes me. Typically what strikes me is something beautiful or with strong lines and contrast, or interesting architecture, or sometimes, something sentimental. This photo has been in my “ideas” folder for quite some time, and I have to think it was through divine providence that I chose to work on it now. Ellis Island symbolizes “Freedom” for me and what better date to complete it but on the Fourth of July.
My grandfather came to America from Greece when he was just a boy. When my husband and I visited the museum at Ellis Island a few years ago I thought mostly about him, but also what it must have been like for all the people who’ve entered this country looking for a new start, for streets paved with gold, for ways to provide for their families, for freedom. There is something very special that happens when I work on a picture. When I paint a picture, I find I also meditate on the time or place that I’m working on. This time I was able to spend those moments marking the page while contemplating the journey my grandfather went on. Contemplating freedom.