At an exhibition it is neat to see paintings in series. I manage to stay focused sometimes to actually create some sort of group that can hang together. And then I end up selling one painting in the series and the rest are packed down and stowed away. Like these. Four Expressions. (Oil on canvas.) Showed at an art show here in Stockholm back in 2015. I guess lesson learned is; sell them all at once 😄 or make bigger and more flexible series. Art is all about learning by doing. Or making.
She believes that she has a cat. The cat believes that the lady belongs to him.
I miss our cat, The Intrepid Spaceman Spiff. Spiff for short. He used to hang out in our neighbors stable or sleeping on an old windsurfing sail bag in the garage. When we moved in to the city we didn’t think he would be happy there so we made an agreement with our neighbors that they would look after and feed Spiff and he could roam around his turfs and feel free and happy. We were so wrong. Our neighbor called. “This is not working out. Spiff is not feeling good”.
I went to the barn, called Spii-if! The response was immediate. I have never heard a cat meow that much. He spoke to me all the way back to his new home but old family. Once he dared to come out from under the stairs, he found a new favorite sleeping spot, new friendly neighbors and a new, much smaller backyard to guard. He was home. Whoever owned who. That is of no importance.
I love my friends, I love meeting new people, I love watching people and I love going to new places. And still, I sometimes have to force myself to go out. It always seem to be a better idea to stay at home or rather at my easel. It is just never boring. The paint itself makes me want to stay. The next stroke with the brush or the next combination of colors, by accident or intentionally. I just like to hang out with my paint. That’s as simple as that. Really!
I walked into a big department store here in Sweden yesterday. First I get all exited. So much nice looking stuff. Smart gadgets, pretty clothes, shiny kitchen supplies, stylish make up, little things here and there that I – don’t need. Not at all.
I believe in small scale productions, locally made things, unique, one of a kind handcrafted pieces or wearing out clothes instead of just wearing clothes. Mending, fixing, handing down, reading a book, have a coffee or just do anything that doesn’t mean buying another cheap item that will not last for long. I don’t always manage to live by my own conviction but I try. When I steer off my environmental track once in a while I try to get back on the conscious track as soon as I can. Bye smart, buy quality, buy second hand. Less but better, more unique and maybe Black Friday will just vanish into a black hole.
Painting. The little black one, 92×73 cm. Oil on canvas. In swedish: “Den lilla svarta”.
Angels and softness. I start working with brushes, with colors on the palette that I like. Slowly the image emerges and as I go along with it, I get a sudden urge of what the painting needs. A different approach. More life. This is not a still life. It needs motion. It needs a credit card, (old one:-) to move around the paint so that something happens. It is not a still life. It is life. And in real life one definitely needs a credit card. To buy some fresh flowers on a friday.
… with my thoughts.
I am a slow thinker. Not mainly because I don’t have the capacity to think fast. It is just a little crowded in there so each new spark of a thought has a hell of a job to get to the finish line. And when that happens everybody left and I have no one to share my thoughts with.
Title of painting: I was left alone, and thought that I first and foremost should find out where _ _ _ _ was going. (Oil on canvas, 40x40cm)
In my last post I wrote that I paint the dark. That was before Christmas, now it is a new year. The winter solstice has passed and I am letting the light and color enter.
“Being Green Beeing”. Akryl på duk. 40×40 cm. (Acrylics on canvas)
“Opportunier”. Akryl på duk. 40×40 cm. (Acrylics on canvas)
“Rosewood”. Olja på duk. 70×70 cm. (Oil on canvas)
När november drog ner sin mörka mössa så tog färgerna överhanden, blommorna spirade och ljuset härskade. Jag hade ingen talan. Det blev tre nya tavlor.
When the month of november pulled down it’s dark hat on us, my paintings came to life by themselves. They wanted light, colors and flowers. And I did not disagree.
Titel: “Cat wants a snack”. Oil on canvas. Size 100 x 72 cm.(Named after the book my son got from Godmother Cozy in Colorado.)
Titel: “Blue-eyed-girl”. Oil on canvas. Size 35 x 35 cm. (Who that is I, I don’t know.)
All pictures ©Caroline Roberts. You may borrow one for personal use on the internet. Please refer/link to my blog.