For the first time I entered “Create! – Wisconsin Art Show a juried event held at the Richeson School of Art and Gallery in Kimberly, Wisconsin. I was notified this week that I received, in the amateur category, a 2nd place win with my watercolor painting of Nepal Girl. The photo was taken in Nepal by my cousin’s friend Melanie Wainwright who was stationed there. I loved the photo and was graciously given permission to paint it.
My painting will be on display until January 14, 2021. If you are in the area I encourage you to stop by and check it out.
Have you ever painted your own portrait? That’s what my art friends and I asked each other a few weeks back. We all said no and agreed we would each give it a try.
Hardest thing was to find the right photo. The right photo hides all of your flaws. The flaws that I am told that only I see. I took a bunch of selfies which felt weird. I had to do a selfie as I quickly saw most of my photos of myself include my family or my friends. I rarely have a photo taken of just me. The photo that I painted from was taken in my basement. This is my art studio. It is also where my grandkids will ask me if “this is where the magic happens?” Yes this is where all the magic happens. ❤️
As I painted this selfie I see all of my hard earned wrinkles. Do I include the wrinkles or exercise artist discretion and omit or tone down the lines that seem to travel around my face. I laugh and told my husband I at least like my wonderful straight teeth. ( I got braces when I was in my 50’s. My mid-life crisis.)
It was a good exercise. I had to slow down and not over think the painting that I was about to paint. So all you artists who haven’t done a self portrait, grab your brush and paint that beautiful face you’re been looking at your entire life. It hopefully will bring some magic back into your heart as it did mine.
Helen was born in 1939 in Schlesien, Germany. She was 14 years old when her family had escaped Germany and ended up in Watertown,Wisconsin. Her story I found fascinating. It is hard to imagine the life and death struggles her parents made in order to bring their family to a country where they didn’t even speak the language.
Everyone has a story; a beginning and a end. Not all of us crossed the great Atlantic to begin a new life, but we all have crossed distances to become who we are today.
As a child we had little choice but to follow our parents. Whether we wanted to move to a new city or start at a new school it really wasn’t up to us. We were children; we didn’t ask why.
When we became adults we are intoxicated by the freedom of our new found adulthood. We soon learn that each choice we made and distance we traveled didn’t always take us where we had expected. We are shaped by these experiences or lack of these experiences.
Some people are afraid to open the door to the possibilities of the unknown, paralyzed by a fear they can’t explain or understand. My mother often told me that she didn’t want me to be afraid of life like she was. She pushed me to be fearless. I think in the end she wished she hadn’t pushed quite so hard. 😜
Like Helen I’m still on an adventure. Helen has often told me that getting old isn’t for sissies. So I will grab hold of this next chapter of my life and squeeze out as much love and fun as I can. I don’t need to know what will happen next. Sometimes not knowing is half the fun.