Mudflat Chronicles
Wednesday, 23 May 2012
By jove, I think I've got it!
For the past 5 years I have struggled to find a signature style of painting that a viewer could look at and say, "That must be one of Sharon's." Just in the past 2 months I think I might be finally there. Two paintings, that I haven't posted yet, have that ability to identify me as the artist. What a great feeling that is! Now I can go ahead and paint to my heart's content without needing to experiment with a different style in each painting I do. I need another week or two to finish them and once I do I will post them both on my blog. With a deadline fast approaching and the need to have some paintings done I have dug into the basement and pulled out all those paintings that I started way back when and never completed, either because I was bored with the work or I needed to learn a new technique to make the painting come alive (to my satisfaction). The first one on the easel is a pasture with sheep. The challenge will be to convert that early style into my newly discovered one. That painting started on a white canvas...I now use only black canvases...so a little creativity will be needed to get it to the same look as the ones I do now. We'll see what happens over the weekend..I'll do a before and after photo shoot to post.
Friday, 18 May 2012
Chain Reaction

Another London Farm painting as part of my "GROWING PAINS TOUR". Acrylic on stretched canvas 12x36.
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Passion

Harbour Centre, Old Vancouver

Tuesday, 15 May 2012
German River Moorings
ps. It is okay to leave comments, good or bad. I value your opinions.
Sunday, 13 May 2012
Old England Church Ruins

Friday, 11 May 2012
Tim Burton anyone?
I had the most bizarre dream last night...a Tim Burton moment. A goldfish had fallen into an oversize fish tank. The king dove in to save it, his horse followed closely behind, and I needed to follow suit to save them both. The fish sank deeper and deeper into the tank. The king finally was able to grab it just as it floated to the bottom. The king panicked as he realized he was too deep to get to the surface on time. The king started swimming for the surface, the horse turned to follow...I swam last pushing them both up in a long line until we broke the surface. Then with my last burst of energy, propelled them as high into the air as possible so the fish would reach enough air to be able to breath once again. Did I tell you this king disliked velvet pillows? Crazy? Yes, but that's what dreams are. It was only one in a long series of dreams that was broken up by the need for Jak to be taken outside. Old dogs have small bladders. All the dreams last night were equally surreal. Wish I had the talent to illustrate what I saw..would have made a great poster.
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