It's two o clock in the morning and I've just made myself some tea. I've finished one of my last paintings called "Mother Nature." The title makes the onlooker assume it is just about mother nature but it is much more than that.
My first desire for this painting was to paint my grandmother as I see her now in spirit form. She has black hair in an updo, with a long silver dress with lace. The color silver of the dress is unparalleled to any colors I could compare it to here. My best description would be a higher octave of metallic silver. This is how I saw my grandmother shortly after she died, and by saw I mean in my head, not visually, as did my mother. It's wonderful when two people come together to describe the same thing, even if neither one of you can visually see it.
As with all my paintings, they tend to take a life of their own once I get going. I sketched out an idea of my grandmother playing the piano and put it on canvas. After that I started adding flowers, than trees, than water and than I added Elf ears and soon my grandmother was looking more like a woodland fairy, which I'm sure she wouldn't of minded. She loved fairies and angels and all sorts of etheric beings. So I began to form the painting around the idea of a mystical fairy forest where the piano was formed from a tree and her dress was made of flowers. I added a seashell on her head and realized how wonderful it would be if water was pouring out of it. So I added water and motion and waves and rivers. It was turning into a sort of dreamscape where she was imagining these sea creatures coming out of her as she played her music.
My grandmothers face turned into a sort of mix between a Native American and an oriental woman. I wanted her to look graceful, yet strong, gentle, yet powerful. I added the colorful trees to the top but I wanted to try something different with the leaves. I saw a woman paint with only her fingers and it looked pretty cool, and fun to do so I tried that. I dipped my hand directly into the paint and went at it. So you get the blurry, sort of look after that. My last details were the bird I put on her shoulder and the bird flying over her head. I personally have a soft spot for birds and my dream would be to have one sit on my shoulder all day. Then I added a gold color I had just bought. It has small speck of glitter to it and makes for a great wash as I found out. I added it to the leaves and the trees as a delicate glow.
I stopped at this point because I didn't want the painting to look too crowded. I was going to add dolphins at the bottom but I decided that would of been too much. The beluga and the killer whale was enough, as well as the whale tail at the top near her head. I choose whales because I feel that whales are the keepers of the sea. They would be like the ambassadors. Anyways, that is just how I see it. I choose the beluga simply because I liked them as a child.
In the end you see a painting of animals, flowers, wildlife, music and a beautiful woman come together to create a unique perspective on the role of mother nature. She plays the music that forms all of life together into synchronized beauty and destruction. She creates with death as much as she creates with life. My grandmother has become a part of the earth now as we all do eventually. She went from a single note to becoming part of the entire symphony all within a single moment.