Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Illustration Friday - Blog Series



To celebrate a year of entering Illustration Friday, I have compiled a list of all the blogs with illustrations that I have submitted to this fun weekly challenge. Some weeks I make it, others I don't, some words inspire poetry or prose, others link nicely with my other creative projects and some are simply an illustration. Some of the illustrations are also on my flickr set "Illustration Friday". Anyone is welcome to submit to the weekly challenge that has been going for over 10 years. To find out more about my other Blog Series and Blog Stories, click here.









Illustration Friday - Ocean Jan 11, 2013












Illustration Friday - Myth June 21,2012



Friday, May 17, 2013

Urban Sketching in Manly with Liz Steel's new class

In the midst of moving and to help me across the bridge from studio in the village to making my creative base back home, I have signed up for Liz Steel’s Urban Sketching Classes in Manly which she runs out of Erin Hill's Studio.

Liz is a guru when it comes to Urban Sketching with a huge online following of her sketchbooks which she draws in on a daily basis. Her dedication to her craft is awe inspiring as are her sketches capturing everything from the macro to the micro. Originally trained as an architect, she draws the way I was exposed to in my training as Landscape Architect. 


In the mid 2000’s, I spent several years in a drawing class and sketching alone in cafe’s and different parts of my everyday life. More recently my sketches have begun to evolve intuitively and incorporate story as you can see in my Sketchbook Project which I completed earlier this year.

I am really looking forward to learning from Liz, the exercises and locations she chooses and simply from being in her presence, seeing the way she sees and how fluidly she floats between the offline and online worlds. I am also looking forward to spending time with others who enjoy doing something I love.

It was a perfect day in May and whilst other's surfed, we drew.


First some exercises at the studio.

  

Then a short walk down to the beach.



Absorbed in my sketch, children sat and enjoyed lunch


When finished, it's an urban sketching ritual,



to lay out your sketchbooks and share a laugh.



Mine felt a bit rushed, but I learnt about lines and the middle-ground



Next it was off to Hemingway's for a light lunch.



Of course Liz did a sketch before eating.



All that fresh air and sketching made the red tomatoes so vibrant.



Yum!

As I said, as well admiring her sketching abilities, I admire Liz's skill in the online world. Within hours she had posted a blog post about the day, scanned and uploaded her sketch of lunch and photos of the class onto her flickr page and knowing her, was pondering which tea cup to bring to next week's class!

Needless to say it was lots of fun, great company and a great decision to join in. I am looking forward to the next six weeks, it will be a welcome distraction to packing and unpacking boxes. If you'd like to come along, I gather casual attendance is possible. Fingers crossed the weather stays this good.

Before I started sketching, I took a moment to film another of my minutes by the sea, a moving photograph capturing a minute by the sea a ... "vignette de la vie".



If you are interested in Urban Sketching and can't make Liz's class you can catch up with other sketchers in Sydney via Urban Sketchers Sydney or the Sydney Sketch Club Meet Up groups. If you live in other parts of the world, check out Urban Sketchers International for a group near you.






Monday, May 6, 2013

Leap!


Over the past six months I have participated in Andrea Hiltbrunner's DreAm HeART SmArT Blog Challenge. This challenge on the topic "Leap" is also the second blog in my series about leaving my beautiful light, bright studio in Avalon village. The other blogs I have submitted to Andrea's challenge are:


so now it's time to 

leap!


taking a giant leap
to retreat
to come home
to return
to call it quits
in the commercial world
the world of 9-5
the world that’s measured
in dollars
is not mine

taking a leap
to let go
of what seems like success
to others
not to me
to my soul

the leap of retreat
is not defeat
it’s closing a door
shutting out more
of that
and letting in
this

it’s harbouring energies
healing wounds
stopping the leakage
the venting
the timing
the tiring

leaping into myself
to be who I am
the best I can be
right here
right now

what about you?
will you leap
with me?

© 2013 suzi poland
My blog post "Illustration Friday - Farewell" is the first blog I've written about leaving my studio. The third, "Gentle Women, what beat do you drum? is coming next.

If you have a blog in Andrea's Blog Challenge, please let me know and by all means leave a link in the comments below. Thanks for popping by.


This is part of my Blog Series “DreAm HeART SmArT Blog Challenge” 
Other posts in this series are:
#5 focus 
#6 leap




Friday, May 3, 2013

Illustration Friday - Farewell


“You say goodbye and I say hello,
Hello, Hello, Hello"

“I’m leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I’ll be back again ....”

"So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu"

Toot to de loo

“Toodles!”

“Ta ta!”

“Bye!”

“See ya lata, alligata!”

“Au revoir”

“Bon voyage! “

“Farewell!”


When Illustration Friday announced the departepute or its founder Penelope Dullaghan this week with it’s theme “Farewell” I immediately thought it was time. Time to announce my own departure, yes ...

FAREWELL to STUDIO 9!

yes ... “Farewell!”,  “Arrivederci”,  “Ciao bella!”








For all the words we have for farewell none of them I know capture the meaning of the word, with all it’s emotional effect.

I am not a fan of farewells, never have been, not since my grandest departure of all as a young girl to cross the seas to the other side of the planet, landing here in Sydney harbour to the sight of streamers. It took a month by sea back then and I am somewhat thankful it wasn’t any shorter, quicker, more abrupt. For what happened was momentous, life changing, no going back. Instead I went to school on the ship, played quoits loosing a few off the top deck, stopped off at the Canary Islands to buy super cool sunglasses, crossed the equator where the Captain turned into King Neptune and the crew became a sea of mermaids swimming in the ships pool before we proceeded on to Cape Town, Fremantle and then Sydney.

Some sort of sickness struck around Cape Town. All I remember, although remember a childs memories can be distorted, was looking throught the distorted port hole window at Table Top Mountain, feeling isolated and separated when everyone else disembarked to walk upon land, leaving me floating at sea. Leaving, letting go, still makes me ill ... maybe this is why.

Floating through change is not a bad way to go, for change always brings up fear. Fear and Loss, Fear of Loss, then finally Loss of Fear. Leaving brings clutching and fear doesn’t help. So now I am embarking on another departure, I am taking my time to go slow. As slow as you can when the news slips out of the can. To make things easier too, I am painting my way out. I hope to process all these emotions through a new big intuitive painting I’ve started this week.


Have you ever said "Farewell"? Left, had a big upheaval? Any big embarkations? Any tips you’d like to share? How did you process it? 

If you read my last post "Illustration Friday “Train”, you'll know I did a course in shipping, maybe it’s coming into use after all! Certainly my Post Graduate degree in Tourism is!

All aboard! Let the journey begin!



Ooh, I just checked my spell check and one error came up. I misspelt “Farewell” as “Fearwell”. How interesting is that!!! Fear Well Penelope! Thanks for all you’ve done for me and many others with  Illustration Fridayconsistently offering a creative outlet for those you've never met. Starting careers or simply providing an opportunity to play. I wish I’d discovered you earlier, but the last year has been fun. Ten years later we’re both leaving our posts.

Thank you!!! Have Fun.

These are only early stages of this painting, there are many layers yet to come. Just as each layer adds to the last, so each tiny step in life leads to the next, until eventually decisions are made and there’s no turning back, you are heading where you are meant to be going. At that point I say

“Good Luck!”



"Farewell"

LIKE TO BUY THIS PAINTING?: 
This painting is 60"x36", acrylic on canvas. It will evolve intuitively over the coming weeks. If you are interested in seeing it when it is complete, pop back again or email me at studiosuzi@gmail.com..


"Hello! New World"

This is one of three blogs I am writing about leaving the studio. Pop back on Monday 6th for Blog #2 "leap"



Friday, April 26, 2013

Illustration Friday - Train

Toot Toot! ... All Aboard! ... Please Mind the Gap!

Avalon, is a long way from the city, a long way from any trains, so I hardly catch them any more. Many years ago, catching a train was an every day event. Some thirty years ago, a new railway line was opened in Sydney’s Eastern Suburbs and a huge train/bus interchange was built opposite my school at Edgecliff. If you go there today, you'll see, not much has changed.


Train approaching!

These paintings are part of a series of seven photorealistic watercolours I painted for one of my two HSC major works back in 1981. With these paintings and other works in my portfolio, I remember going to an interview at Alexander Mackie College of the Arts (now COFA) to see if I wanted to train as an artist. I got accepted but chose instead to train to be a Landscape Architect and that led me on to a Post Graduate in Tourism Management. I don't regret not going to art school but I do sometimes wish I had a certificate to show I can make art.

The next train leaves in five minutes

Over the ensuing years, I trained at evening courses after work in ceramics, sewing, interior design, wine making, antiques, art history, diving, sailing and child-birthing. Then when I moved to Avalon with our first child, I trained in plate decorating, mixed media art, colour theory, drawing, life drawing, painting, drama, food medicine, yoga philosophy, dancing, children's book illustrating and how to use a mac computer and many more ‘less artistic’ courses all whilst I did my own sketching, drawing, painting, photographing, journalling, crafting, cooking, sewing, knitting and art making for myself, my family, the school and the community, chalk drawing on the streets, meeting many people and learning along the way. I worked in a second hand bookshop gleaning much from many books and somewhere along the line, I started creating projects and learnt how to write a blog which I now train others to do.

All Stations to ...

This time last year I took my first online training with Creative Courage. Since then I’ve trained with many others online doing Flying Lessons, Just Draw It, The Delivery Room, Bloom True and many other e-conferences, talks and workshops like Gentle Women’s Uprising, Right Brain Business Plan Video Summit and downloadable e-Books like Being Creative, Trust Your Heart, and Inner child. That's before I count You-Tube, TED Talks and all the blogs I've read. I could go on ... or you could look up Seek Your Course one of the many clearing houses set up to help you find an e-course to suit. Even entering artworks into Illustration Friday and the Sketchbook Project has trained me to be more disciplined with my art practice, linking pictures with words. There really is so much out there. One day I'd like to offer my own e-course, to give back and help others, but I feel I need some training for that. Any suggestions? Who trains you to e-train?

Stay behind the line, please form a queue!

We live in amazing times when we can train ourselves anytime time and any way that suits us. Yet with all this it can be easy to feel like your creative life is a train wreck, going nowhere, with nothing tangible to show for it and you can loose yourself in the crowd. Life is a constant train of thought and our thoughts create our reality. If we can retrain our thoughts, maybe we can retrain our reality. So if you are feeling untrained, maybe try this training exercise.

TRAINING EXERCISE:
Take a moment to sit quietly and write a list of all the things you’ve trained to do. If you can’t remember, maybe make a drawing of a train and have each carriage as a phase of your life, stations as places you’ve trained at, and fill each carriage with the names of people you’ve met whilst you trained, noting all the wonderful things that help you be the creative person you are today. You could even add a few carriages for things you'd like to do. Then, after taking a moment of gratitude, write your own train ticket to say you passed!

I tip my hat to you. Well Done! Now let's make art!


Tickets Please!

By all means leave a message in the comments below of what’s the strangest or most useless thing you’re trained in. I would love to know. I've never learnt to drive a train, but I did do a course I did in shipping. When am I ever going to use that?!!!




Monday, April 22, 2013

Jessica Serran’s giving birth. Watch out, so might you!

Calling all creatives to The Delivery Room!
"Oh! Oh! Quick visit from the mid-wife here, disappointment alert, red lights flashing in the corridors. Hello! Hello! Yes we're coming! We are on our way! (Imagine squeaky shoes as we turn quickly on the lino floors into your room.) Help is on it's way!!! Haha, are you feeling better? Quick breathing please, then slow, oh yes, nice  a n d   s  l  o  w.    B  r  e   a  t   h   e     i  n    a  n d    o  u  t.   (repeat a few times because I can't type like that for too long!!) You get this idea? I personally prefer home birth, birthing centres to hospitals, but occasionally we all can embrace modern concepts too and so I hope you will like my little tale to lighten your day. I hope by the time you read this you are feeling better. If not, throw a virtual massage into the scene, a warm birthing pool if need be and see if that helps. Haha. :)Suzi"
That was my reply after Day 19 in The Delivery Room - Lamaze for the creative entrepreneur, an online ecourse created by Jessica Serran delivered to my inbox over three months. A parrallel experience carried through metaphor, as she prepares for an exhibtion of ten huge drawings, visual interpretaions of nine interviews she's undertaken as part of an exploration of the Czech psyche. An artwork that has been gestating for over two years as she explains in this short video.


It’s an interesting ecourse because not only do you get prime viewing of the ultrasound scans, you can also share your “big vision”, if you have one, which I discovered I didn’t:
"

Jessica, I was going to tell you I still don't have my "big idea" yet. I am doing what I am doing and it feels good and it feels right, but it's not a "vision" for how it ends. I don't have a problem with this. I was going to ask you if this is a problem, but now I find myself as mid-wife to you. So whilst I embrace the peace I have in this tiny in-between space, I hope you can too.

I have lots of ideas and they sometimes play a mixed up jigsaw puzzle in my head, but when I get time to sit and paint, doodle or draw, they all settle down and come out neatly one by one. Amazing. Doing left brained things helps too. Mindless tasks, like cleaning or preparing, getting ready, cleaning the canvas, for you know  .... it will come .... when it AND you are ready! There's a baby inside, preparing to hatch. Sent with much love and laughter :)Suzi"
Jessica loves emails she said, in an early post in her The Delivery Room ecourse, although when she wrote that she hadn’t met me! Hehe. Each week she offered advice in her “tips and tricks”, really handy how too’s on all sorts of topics from visioning, setting intentions, how to organise your day to website designs, making maps and getting clear etc etc and openly confessed all in her “guts and glory”, intimate “seak peek” videos and amusing illustrations.


Have you seen her illustrations? Odd and quirky to the max, comprising all sorts of body parts and emotional extractions illuminated with written text. Musings of the mind, outpourings of stuff we accumulate both inside and out, portrayed not as we might wish, but just as they are, dislocated, separated and relocated in our own clumsy way as we try to make sense of this thing we call life. If you haven’t seen her work you really must. It’s the most daringly unique work I have seen online. It might scare you at first, but look closely and you’ll see through the soft feminine tints and stripey stockings are heart wrenchingly true illustrations. She draws you in, quite literally if you so desire, in a process she calls “Psychocartography”. Psycho What #@%!!!

image source: Jessica Serran's The Delivery Room ecourse

Growing, expanding, evolving slowly over 30 or so emails, she allowed me to share initmately a few insights into how I see my world. I can’t speak for anyone else, because I never met my classmates, although now I am super curious, so if you happen to be one, please fess up and let me know!
"Yes thank you for your reply and really I must reply to your earlier question and maybe that also answers my question about "big visions". Maybe I am actually inside my "big vision" right now. I do go to the studio almost every day. It's in the village (please excuse if I repeat myself over these slightly protracted emails) I would love it at home, but I fear I would not get nearly so much done. I have no internet connection there. It's lovely and bright but it's slightly too public for internal work, but handy for being seen. Ahhh the betwix and between, the dance artists do! .... 
I work to rhythms that I hear when I listen to the work that I do. As you may know I work on vastly different things, but space, place, time and story are the essence of what I do. Which is why I was attracted to you and your project. Originally a Landscape Architect, with a post graduate in Tourism, I've sold tropical flowers, worked in a second-hand bookshop part time and done a bazillion other things, like many mums. I wax and wane, kind of do a dance, to a rhythm set by the seasons, by the moon, by nature and by the nature of the projects I am working on. ....

I am really lucky to have a gift to see and feel these rhythms and the courage to work with them. Now you may see why I have no "big vision" an event that topples this balance. I don't have an end right now, because I am not sure how this ends, for it's based on a rhythm that’s neverending. There is birth and death at each phase and I find I have more energy for each one. I must leave it, because it leaves me.

Will a gallery ever sign me up? Will I ever get a grant? Will I get a commission to ....? I don't know. All I know is it's my fullest expression of what I can do right now, right here, with what I can. What I am open to do is to show others. Let others in ... I am doing my thing. I don't want others to copy me, I want to help others do their thing ... I know how I work isn't very western, isn't very linear ... maybe all I really need to do is allow myself to be free to be me, to be this strange little being.

Sending you many blessings. :)Suzi"
What I loved most about this way of working, a quite little ecourse held in silent solitude, was it worked for me, so much so that I change the way I worked. I closed down my class in the big art room in the village, pulled it back to my little studio. I started to do more and say less to those I’d meet in the street and went about more confident about who I am and the way I work best which is something I’d always struggled with in a society that screams “to be bigger is best”.


A few weeks later, after Day 25, I wrote to her again:
"Hello Jessica, dear one who keeps going, like a clock ticking, humming along to her own tune, not needing me to be there to get going. Ahh this is such a delight, a relief for in my world lots of things happen only because I make them happen, I act as a time keeper for so many things, so many others, that being able to open up my email and see Jessica has something for me, ready when I am ready is so nice.

You don’t stop because I stop reading, because life got too busy for a bit ...
 
You didn’t stop because I had to focus elsewhere .... 
No you kept on going, to your rhythm, to your tune, making what you do available to me when I am available and for that I am thankful to the little people who make the internet what it is and for you for being clever enough to embrace this technology and make such opportunities accessible to me!

Ahh all is good in the world! :)Suzi"
As the impeding delivery loomed, as dates got closer, her soul was blending with mine like a baby and mother. Being “in-utero” once again in this safe little void, a vessel to carry us as we birth or re-birth our creative selves, I got clearer about who I am and what I do, which is vital for separation after the birth to allow the child to grow, to be who they need to be. I came to see parts of my past clearly as forming parts of who I am, allowing me to use this in my practice, opening up new worlds for my art.
“Gradually with time, I got used to it, moved on, assimilated, came to adore the buzz of the city, it’s beautiful beaches, glorious harbour and bushland surrounds, but I’ve never lost the need for the qualities of that place. Returning several times, many years later, I realise, it’s not a physical place I necessarily yearn for but the inner world that I had."
detail of "i wish i lived there" suzi poland 2013

Finally, some three months later, after Day 30 in The Delivery Room, I found myself offering her some advice. Teacher’s don’t always like that, students speaking up, giving back, but Jessica is not a teacher, she’s more of a guide, as she says a “Psyhocartographer” mapping out what is, showing a way, the way a fourth year major might help a first year newbie or a second year straggler. To be fair, we did actually meet as fellow students in Kelly Rae Robert's Flying lessons but I found that fast and overwhelming whereas what was happening here was slow and personal. It’s an interesting role she likes to play and by letting me write, she let me learn I could write and so here's what I wrote on the eve of her birth:
One thing I find helpful, to counteract the fear as the tangent point approaches, that point where it's impossible to go back. Where the change from one point of existence to another passes, like the sun at the equinox, there's no turning back, no more of being that other way. Environments have changed, the other no longer exists. Or like travel, it exists but we are no longer there, we have moved on. To stay and pretend, would be a fantasy world. Instead the dream, this thing that you had always desired, is now the reality. Step up, step in, step through the veil and be in this new magical world that you have created.  
We, all of us, get to do this each morning when we awake from our slumber, but since alarm clocks and other schedules have long forgot. It's morning time, the end of the old, the beginning of the new, the ending, the beginning, the coming and the going, the leaving and the starting, the being that and being this, the ... I could go on. Birth itself is a beautiful thing, rebirth contains choice, even more beautiful in a way. One thing remains, as I said earlier ...  
... "gratitude, for many are far less fortunate."  
For us westerner's have so much choice, we often forget what we need. Showing others how, is another gift from all this and it's certainly something you are doing. But as you almost pass out, feinting from the intensity of this impending birth, realise where you are and give thanks, it's the most wonderful potion to spur you on. Take it with water or a spoonful or sugar, if you need. Me I prefer to take it silently, quietly in serenity, ideally by the sea. A single dose of gratitude is all I need.  
... aahhh you are nearly there.  
So much love and gratitude to you for creating all this, this ecourse and everything it entails and thus enabling me to be here writing all this to you. Many blessing, for this which I have written will travel far, now that it's out, but it took you to do what you did all those months ago, to let me do what I am doing now. So you see what we are doing is not always about now, this moment, this intensity. It’s not always about us either, it’s about what we give to others in this world, what we give birth to and allow others to do. It's also not always to be understood, it is just to be done, that is all.  
It is all any of us can do, the best we can do, which is what you have done. so thank you. :)Suzi 
Of course nothing ever really ends. So as The Delivery Room door closed with her announcement of a gallery to hold the exhibition and completion of her accompanying book, another door opened. Now with a new website she is seeking crowdfunding to raise the funds she needs for publishing and exhibiting, check out her crowd funding site.


But Jessica doesn’t simply ask, she gives! So if you would like to find out about crowdfunding, a relatively new form of getting things done, giving birth to your baby, she’s showing you how in her new course Clothe the Naked Baby that you can register through her crowd funding page.

If you feel the need to back up a bit and give birth to your "Big Vision" you can visit The Delivery Room first, (which is available as a single downloaded document through her crowd funding page).

She’s also offering private “Psychocartography” cartoons, signed copies of her book, personal interviews and bunch of other things. If you feel called to download a big wad of cash in her direction, she’s done a really ballsy thing and is offering BIG MURAL DRAWINGS where she’ll fly to your door and paint on a wall whatever she sees in you! Go on I dare you! I’m sure when you see what she’s done, you’ll say, as Jessica would quite happily say “Holy Shit”!!! I guarentee, like her course, it will be something you’ll never forget!

Whatever you do, check out Jessica Serran's Indigogo Crowdfunding site and donate what you can.



Big thanks to Jessica Serran for permission to use her images.


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Illustration Friday - wild

wild |wīld|

adjective
1 (of an animal or plant) living or growing in the natural environment; not domesticated or cultivated.
• (of people) not civilized; barbarous: the wild tribes from the north.
• (of scenery or a region) desolate-looking: the wild coastline of Cape Wrath.

2 uncontrolled or unrestrained, esp. in pursuit of pleasure: she went through a wild phase of drunken parties and desperate affairs.
• not based on sound reasoning or probability: a wild guess
• stormy: the wild sea.
• informal very enthusiastic or excited: I'm not wild about the music.
• informal very angry.
• (of looks, appearance, etc.) her wild eyes were darting back and forth.
• (of a playing card) See also wild card.

noun (the wild)
a natural state or uncultivated or uninhabited region .
• (the wilds) a remote uninhabited or sparsely inhabited area



With my latest intuitive painting, I went W I L D!  W I L D with the spots, W I L D with the theme somewhere into the W I L D. I am so tempted to draw a big bug in bottom left the corner of this, but I don't know. Would anyone like it? Do people like us when we go W I L D? I must confess I get a little scared when I do, for in the W I L D things are scary, out of the known, out of control? ... or are they?

This is one of a series of paintings that are evolving from my poem "Paradise" which I posted in my earlier blog on the painting "i dreamt of flowers falling from the trees".

Tangled tightly, hanging loosely,

the vine climbed and fell to it’s destiny.

What I do know, is it's wildly imaginative for me. I am letting go of the known, leaving the little house on the hill in "i wish i lived there" and venturing down the path into the unknown, to see where I go. I confess, I am a little scared, but so far people seem to like it. Do I still need them to like it? I am trying to let go of that too. I hope they still like me, don't think I've gone crazy and wild. I am having fun and I hope that shows. Where it all ends I don't know, but I can see just a few steps ahead and I am beginning to enjoy the story so far. There in the details, some lost now in the past, are some bits I kind of like.


Here are a few images of this painting evolving, so you can see where it's been.












Interestingly, I started this painting back in early February, one hot summer's day, blindfolded whilst dancing to the music of Manu Chao! Go on, click the link and listen to it. It's pretty W I L D!!! Haha!!! So glad you stayed with me this far and now onwards into the Jungle that is Life ... whilst we still can!!!

P.S. Now I've posted this, I see it as kelp and coral and maybe it needs a fish. What do you see?



Friday, April 12, 2013

Illustration Friday - Urban

After all the rural, landscapes and dreamscapes I have been painting intuitively, including the ones I’ve blogged about “i dreamt of flowers falling from the tree” and “i wish i lived there”, it was quite fun to be catapulted back into the city this week, with Illustration Friday’s theme “Urban”.

Some of you may know, I was originally trained as a Landscape Architect and over the years, I’ve drawn many plans in the city, in footpaths, promenades and in parks. I’ve drawn designs for streetscapes, playgrounds, urban waterfronts around Sydney, up and down the coast, in the UK and in Sarawak too, but the first image that came to mind, wasn’t here and it wasn’t there either, it simply existed as a scene in my head. It's a scene similar to my entry to Illustration Friday's theme Tall, yet it's not the same, for that was a set in a suburban shopping mall.

Instead, this street, without trees, is enclosed almost to the top so the sky is practically eliminated. Everything here is man made, dug and carved out of stone or built with the technologies and tools of mans mind. One might think this to be a stark, inhospitable scene, but no, here in the city, people who love what it is to be urban, carry their hearts in their handbages, briefcases and pockets of their designer clothes. They plant hearts in their window boxes and infuse their environment with love.

a city infused with love,  suzi poland 2013

Years ago if I was drawing this scene as a Designer, I might have been interested in perspective, paving patterns, levels and connections, surfaces, subsurfaces and structures. What makes up the aesthetic and how people use it. I would have drawn them as faceless people, for as a designer of the urban, you have no particular client, no one individual, you design for the public.

Now, creating from myself, I sense this scene full of characters, a city street infused with love. As a Story Teller, I might rely on the fluency of words and pop it on 420 Characters, a short story group I started nearly three years ago, but as an Artist it's so fun to illustrate and I am enjoying trying to capture expressions on people's faces. I am grateful to Koosje Koene and her Just Draw It ecourse for showing me how.

Time passes, a night and a day and as a Blogger I’m happy with this post. I’ve edited and spell checked and am ready to press "Publish” (no easy task for I am not a great Speller!) when the Poet appears and starts wanting to write this:

City of Love

In the city, streets are made by man
By machine, or sometimes by hand.
In the city, trees are planted by man,

Ringed at their feet and watered by hand.
In the city, people walk side by side,
Sometimes they smile, sometimes they hide.
In the city, people wear lots of black,
They often wear heals and slick their hair back.
In the city, many people wear suits,
sometimes they walk, when they commute.
In the city, there's a hussle and bustle,
People wear clothes that cover their muscles.
In the city, it’s often hard to park,
People eat lunch in the cafe or the park.
In the city, it’s busy, both by day and at night,
When it’s lit up with all kinds of lights.

In the city, people wear their hearts in their pockets
In their handbags, briefcases and lockets.
In the city, the sky is a long way above,
But it's the people who infuse the city with love.

©  suzi poland 2013


I am wondering now, how do you feel about the city? Do you have a city you love?




Monday, April 8, 2013

puppy love and another intuitive painting


"i wish i lived there"  ©  suzi poland 2013

If you read my earlier post What it's like to Bloom True in Flora Bowley's ecourse you will know that I've been absorbed in intuitive painting lately. When I started the course I dived in and commenced too many paintings at once. Then I got agitated at the black and white, or what Flora calls the "teenage phase". So with this 24"x24" canvas, I decided to start with this phase. For whatever reason, maybe because I am used to pen and ink drawing, it was quite refreshing and I found it a freeing way to begin.

progress photos "i wish i lived there" by suzi poland

After adding layers of colour in the way Flora suggests, I began to build up a base, finally adding images of animal faces. I am not sure why, I guess I was feeling playful at the time. I love my dog and maybe rather than birds and flowers, I thought I'd see how it felt. Maybe there was something about the winding black line, whatever it was, it's what I did!



progress photos "i wish i lived there" by suzi poland

I am not sure exactly what happened next, as I said I was working on a few paintings at the same time, all going in different directions. So when this one ended up as a landscape, a rural scene, I was surprised. I did once live in the countryside, in another country, in a house a little like this which I loved dearly, but it wasn't anywhere like here. Where did this come from? I sat for a while feeling a little despondent. It was such a mess and felt too twee and sat somewhere in-between as I was still learning Flora's techniques. I didn't like it, so I put it aside. As I wrote in that earlier blog post "As for the other paintings I started, some are still in early stages, some have died a final death to be reborn with a fresh layer of gesso." This painting was one of those headed for gesso!

progress photo "i wish i lived there" by suzi poland

A little while later, I went to Teresa Myat BergMandy Kopelke and Kerry Candarakis's exhibitions and saw how happily Teresa used full drips of colour across her canvas. Mandy's comment on my blog "no more gesso!!! :-)" had me return to this canvas and gradually I began following Flora's line "work with what's working".

When it was finished and still pondering a title, I put it up on the Bloom True facebook group and was pleasantly surprised by the comments I received. Some people loved it, it's happiness, the scene, it's rhythm, they wanted to wander down the path. So I thought I'd call it "Continue on past the little house on the hill". Then, in another group, Shelly Penko said "I like that! Except I wouldn't want to continue on, I'd want to stop for tea!". "I want to live there!" she said. So that's now it's title! Thanks Shelly!!! Interestingly, someone else wanted to see "a little more of the cow suggested on the right hand side".

Here was my reply:
"I am finding painting this way creates a dilemma, to resolve things or to leave them more impressionistic/abstract/suggestive/poetic. The whole scene felt too twee to me when it first came through after simply painting layers underneath, so much so that I wanted to and so nearly did, gesso over half of it, so the fact you/I/we see a cow, from what really is simply the b+w blotches coming through, is what I like. It's a happy accident, unplanned, and I know if I resolved it into my attempts at a realistic cow would have killed the cow, killed the moment, so I have left him as he is and maybe he's a she. 
In the end I worked with what was working which was the colourful dots to pull it all together. I don't feel this is my best painting, there are some parts I still don't like, but it marks a point along the path, my path with painting, between the need to please and the space to be, I think the sun is shining on the space between, so I am happy to stay there a while and explore the emotions of painting this way."
I'd love to know what you think.

Finally I want to share with you a painting I did a very, very long time ago. When I was about the age my girls were when we got our gorgeous dog we have now. I never had a dog as a child, and yet for some reason I painted this. No idea why, but it's what I did. Interestingly whilst painting the painting above, I was transported back as if the brush strokes of the grass were on the same piece of paper!


puppy love ©  suzi poland 1976


Big thanks to my mother who devotedly kept my artworks from that time so that I can show it to you here and big thanks to you for popping by. I always appreciate your time, attention and comments.

I should add that the painting "i wish i lived there" is for sale, so if you are interested, please send an email to studiosuzi@gmail.com or make an appointment to pop by the studio. It's not enormous, so it could be removed from it's timber frame and sent locally or overseas. If you think it would work well as prints or a card, let me know and I'll get some made up.