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“love the temporarly gasing fanatics”, can I add, gas the people who come up to you while you are painting, and inform you their 11 year old niece is such a good artist she should be in a gallery, then start telling you whats wrong with your effort!!!
I have a lie down…If I need to figure something out, I lay down on my bed for a little while…That is where I can do a really creative think…
this morning I went for my ‘irregular’ jogging. how great! inspiration on every corner. i had to stop under a tree to look up into the branches, as I’m busy with a painting of trees vanishing in thin air. how great to sea light, playing on people, trees, walls… what a privilege to be able to go outside and run at full speed, to clear your head and be filled with the fresh and new! what a frustration not to be able to express all these!
For over a decade I had been bemoaning my increasing inability to concentrate or just plain think, whether it be to read a book, stay on task, or come up with ideas for a painting. One day I changed my habit of walking the dogs a quickly around the neighborhood; instead, I began taking them to the park for long walks each morning where there is no traffic, no barking dogs protecting their yards, no nagging inner voice telling me to hurry up and get back home. I made the change because I needed to get back into the habit of sketching and doing thumbnails daily. It was the best thing that ever happened to my art, to my mental health, and to the general health and happiness of my dogs. That inner voice nagging away at me to hurry, hurry, hurry? Silenced.
Best letter in a long time.
I recently moved to a new apartment in the city that is 2.7 kms from my day job office (I used to be about 0.2 km away). Despite being “downtown”, my walk to the office is virtually entirely along the beach, well removed from traffic, combined with a short ferry ride across False Creek, and I find I feel so exhilarated and inspired after my morning walk that I can hardly wait for the next day’s walk. Regrettably, the stimulation of my grey cells is not nearly the same when the walk is in pissing rain in the dark. I’m hoping the return trip will provide double the pleasure once our days lengthen and the clouds part.
Spot on! Walking is how I initially compose my new paintings – I’m picturing elephants in Africa while walking the streets of Port Chester, NY. Taking on my new dog, a 1 yr old German Shepherd rescue, resulted in faster and longer walks but effectively halted my thought processes for a while, as every walk was focused on his necessary training instead of my art. Only then did I realize how important walking was to my painting progress. I’m glad to say that Chase is better trained these days and I’m back to envisioning elephants in Botswana – except when he snaps me out of it by spotting his own favorite wildlife species – squirrels!
I love this post. As an intrepid walker for decades I have the sense that walking is a metaphor for “getting someplace” and it translates to the psychological, inner realm as well. I often don’t even think or contemplate that which might be astir within yet there is a sense that something has moved, shifted, a new place arrived at.
I agree completely about walking. And here is the awareness exercise I use while I walk: Every day I choose one color. I start with blue on Monday and proceed around the color wheel (green Tuesday, yellow Wed, etc.) I try to notice everything that is that color as I walk. It’s very entertaining as it makes me notice things I surely would miss otherwise. On Sundays, having finished the basic color wheel, I choose a random color — pink, chartreuse, ochre. Try it! You’ll love it!
I agree convince the mind to trust your individual steps…helps focus… also popping out now and again helps reinforce this idea. Although the BEST SKILL BUILDING…is individual miles behind the work….
You are so right about walking, sometimes not brisk going up steep hills, but I find the same kind of thinking comes from taking a slow shower. The water falling, sliding, warming or cooling (depending on the season) seems to put my mind into all sorts of meditative rethinking of works I may be having problems overcoming and at the same time gives me ideas of other ways to go.. It may be that being alone with little sound turns on a different part of the brain. It is comforting, enlightening time to take advantage of each day. My notes get wet in the shower, though.
I wish I could take even a slow walk. A knee needs to be replaced and I am just too old to do it. We do not miss the ordinary everyday physical activities, so appreciate all we capable of.
Thank you for your words today. I am not a painter but a textile artist. A year ago I suffered a stroke and I find that I must make an effort to go walking, so your words will be another incentive.
I know that you are an excellent artist, but sometimes I have to wonder which you are better at, painting or touching peoples souls.
Thank you for this letter. Wise and thoughtful. Gentle. I often find a good walk the best tonic, the best ‘upper’, the best problem solving aid.
“Walk Briskly And Carry A Big Pen”.
My daily routine includes a brisk morning walk with my dogs before heading to the studio. It is a great opportunity to focus on the works in progress, to think about the stumbling blocks, to plan colours and composition, to weigh the next steps, to let my mind go blank in order to open itself to new projects. It is also, of course, good exercise. Thanks for validating.
That you are right about the creative, intellectual productivity of walking is, in fact, a very very old trick, Robert. Just pointing out, as an old History teacher who became and artist, the Epicur and his followers (following and followers existed long before Facebook and Twitter and such…) used the method systematically, walking about and discussing philosophy. Wikipedia speaks of Aristotle as the founder of Peripatic School but Epicur was the first. Peripatetikos is the greek work for the walking about to stimulate intellectual discussions… On the different note, I remember Paul Hogan and his walkabout in Crocodile Dundee…
I really enjoyed this letter and just last week while walking I decided I better bring a notepad and paper to capture those thoughts. thank you
Richard Davidson is himself a meditator and is in regular contact with the Dalai Lama. Some other scientists criticize Davidson for being too close to someone “with an interest in the outcome of his research and others claiming that it represents an inappropriate mix of faith and science.” More than 500 researchers protested when he linked up with the Dali Lama for research in 2005. Most who attended ended up feeling the research was valid and worthwhile.
The rhythm of swimming the breast stroke weightless in the water helps me sort out my “stuff” too.
This is for the article on reworking older paintings. What you are discussing, reworking older paintings, is right on! I have been doing this for some time, actually since sales are about zero due to the Gulf Oil Spill (I live in NW Florida). I have reworked paintings by simply applying some spice and color to old ones. Also, I have totally covered old paintings by using new colors and media. My medium for many years has been watercolor, but now I use acrylic and collage to cover some of them. It has been liberating for me, as I am not afraid to change something that I once regarded as “too beautiful to touch”.
Ah, good old exercise. Whenever I feel listless or can’t be bothered to get myself into gear, I do some form of exercise. It’s surprising how much more energetic you feel. Studies show that exercise releases endorphins which can not only give you the ‘feel good factor’ but can also alleviate some types of depression. Often, when we feel physically well, we become inspired about all sorts of different things. A reader said above that due to a bad knee they were not able to walk but found similar inspiration when painting plein air. Possibly because both activities are outside. I think she is right for the simple reason that it’s much ‘quieter’ outside. Even if you are in town, the noise is around you, it’s dispersed. However at home, I find the shrill ringing of the phone and whir of the washing machine jars on the brain, and certainly halts any thoughts I may have. If I can’t get out, I make a steaming jug of coffee, switch everything off, and watch the birds in the garden. Before I know it, there are loads of thoughts invading the old grey cells. Silence really can be golden. We don’t have enough of it, and I call it my ‘mulling’ time. happy ‘mulling’ folks
Thank you for the letter about walking. Walking used to help me solve problems. Have not been walking regularly for quite awhile but I will start again soon. Like all the ideas added: notebook with you, looking for a different colour each day, brisk walk etc. Years ago I took a course to do with teaching the public schools for my degree. The instructor suggested helping a child learn to read better by having him walk while reading out loud. I tried it with a student and of course walked with him. Another subject: I would like comments from people regarding what they think about someone who uses a projector to put a photo onto canvas and then trace it before painting. Thank you.
Thank you, Marvin H., for commenting! I had read some of that info re the “Hockney-Falco” Thesis . I do not believe that Leonardo did that. Even when I read more info after your comment I still don’t know if I believe it. Obviously there is info on both sides. I am wondering if people now-a days would think the projector idea would be called a person’s original art which they would sell as their own. I don’t think that’s right but maybe I am wrong.
Moon over Masada acrylic painting, 24 x 24 inches by Rose-Marie Goodwin, Vancouver, BC, Canada |
If walking makes you create those beautiful paintings then – walk on!