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.