I just finished this painting which I have named Flowers in the sky. The inspiration came from the beautiful wild flowers of spring and I painted it whilst listening to Flower duet by Netrebko and Garanca on repeat. I cannot tell you how much I needed this! My life is getting busier everyday and only this afternoon I could allow myself such luxury and abandon. I am also looking forward to bedtime so that I can continue reading The Lord of the Flies; it was on my to be read for ages and so far I’m enjoying it as much as I imagined. Wishing you all a blessed Sunday xxx
Louise had a tough life from the very beginning. Her mother died whilst giving birth to her and because of this her father not only didn’t want to look at her but she wasn’t even allowed to live in her own home, and so she was raised by their housekeeper. Her brother eventually left, so later on when their father died she was expected to take care of their business. Thanks to her strong character not only she manages but makes it even more successful. Yet this wasn’t enough for Louise; she wanted to live and discover other places, and so she travels to Paris. Many men were captivated by her beauty, she even attracts the famous opera composer Karl Meyer. Their relationship lasts for two years with Karl giving her a very extravagant life, but Louise wasn’t content with being just a mistress and so she embarks on a new journey… Being a classics/literature lover I am always skeptic about new books, but I was intrigued by Mistress Mine because it is set during the 19th century and I’ve read that its author was just as fond of those times. This is very obvious in her book, you can tell she did a lot of research by the descriptions of the dresses, the art, the music and how people lived. You become attached to the characters, especially the free-spirited Louise. She had her doubts just like everybody else but still she let nobody decide anything for her. I am surprised by how much I liked this book. It’s almost 400 pages but it’s fast page-turner and I didn’t want it to end. I know Gabrielle is working on the next in series but this has a good enough ending to keep you happy.
And of course I had to include Monet in the picture since he is mentioned several times in this book. This painting is one of his Water Lilies series (this one 1903). Monet did a lot of work on his own garden at Giverny. He used to change flowers for inspiration and did a lot of work on the famous pond, which was the inspiration behind 250 oil paintings. He worked on this series for the last 30 years of his life. In 2014 one of these painting sold for $27 million.
This book took me back to a particular moment when I was little, in front of the TV, watching a documentary about orcas. After that one I decided that I didn’t like documentaries. There you are watching the beauty of an orca for half an hour, soft slow music in the background, beautiful footage of the killer whale floating effortlessly in the vivid blue, beauty and grace; getting all emotional when she gives birth and melting over her offspring… and then just like that the overall mood of the documentary changes and suddenly the orca turns into a ruthless killer, devouring a sweet little innocent seal who was doing nothing but minding his own business. Pleading eyes. Blood everywhere. No, I didn’t like documentaries at all. This went on throughout my childhood years; if someone at home was watching a documentary, I left the room. Time went by and so did that innocence. Slowly I started seeing sense in the fatidic circle of life.
Tarka the Otter is about the sense in all that but also about that which doesn’t make sense. For most of the book we get to see what life is about for an otter. In this case, the life of Tarka (meaning Little Water Wanderer or Wandering as Water). His life as an offspring, depending on his mother, and soon enough his adventures and challenges as an adult. You understand why his mother eventually leaves him and why he has to tear a rabbit or a bird into pieces. You understand why sometimes Tarka is the one who is hunted down. You understand all that. But then man comes along, and all of a sudden Tarka’s life is threatened by the senseless and for the life of me, I will never understand that…
Williamson left me speechless, I couldn’t believe all the attention to detail. A great observer for sure, his writing – a means of transportation. The rawness reminded me of McCormac’s The Road. If not a feast for the senses, it is one of awareness for sure. He managed to write a whole book about the life of an otter, day after day, without making it sound like a monotonous recurrent episode. My senses became sharper. I swam and played and hunted with Tarka and I became to love him. An emotional read but well worth it, hence that painting!
Williamson’s ‘Tarka the Otter’ left me so emotional that I grabbed the paintbrush as soon as I finished reading it.
Raw, vivid, true, beautiful and tragic. I named this painting Circle of life. I wanted to portray the meaning of it all in a painting. I also uploaded my review for the book, you can check it out in Book reveries page.
Art is one of the few things I cannot feel complete without. A huge part of me. It helps me express myself when words fail me. I’ve been painting for as long as I can remember.
Here are very few pictures of some art I’ve made in the past. Unfortunately I don’t have pictures of most of the art I have made in my life because unlike today a camera wasn’t always that available. As you can see the from the resolution, the camera used then wasn’t that good either.
Some pencil sketches done during teenage years.
Two of 13 Lighthouse paintings I’ve painted in 2013 for a solo exhibition.
My very first oil painting of the ocean. I was fifteen when I painted this one and it was done after spending an hour looking at the real thing. Words can’t describe what it means to me. Its never fails to both comfort and amaze me.