Creative. Geek girl. Artist. Food. Oil painting. Found Objects. Sustainability. Environmental art. Symbolism. Myth. New technology. Animation. Add all & simmer.... Hi, I'm Fi. The artist of 'WhereFishSing.com'.
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Though in my case that's not strictly true. I'll get back to that in more detail at a later date.
Wet on wet then is the more modern approach of doing a painting in one sitting. It's the way the Impressionists worked. Direct painting. Alla prima - at the first (go). It's the 'daily painting' / 'painting a day' way. Sit down, don't mix the colours too much beforehand, use the paint more or less the consistency it is straight from the tube and go for it. Very quick. No time for fussing. Very smooth edges with plenty of blending. Any fine detail needs to be added on later after the painting has dried. And the general rule of thumb, if wet paint is going on top of wet paint (as opposed to next to it) is to work from light colours upwards to dark colours. That is, to start with the light colours and get darker.
The problem I find with wet on wet is that everything's wet! It all runs in together. I like to blend some parts and not others. I like to build up textures from underneath. To paint smoothly over sections. To dig in and scrape back sometimes. To play with the different effects possible at different stages of dryness. I like more options and more control.
So wet on wet doesn't really suit me. However, I was quite taken by the way one can belt out paintings using the technique. That was eye opening. And quite fetching.
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In the spirit of the glass being half full rather than half empty, after a few days of reflection, here's what I've learned from my semi-aborted daily painting challenge.
1. Getting in front of a video camera is not so bad after all. 2. My preferred painting style is for layers rather than wet on wet. 3. PC's truly are horrible for editing video and I am soooo hanging out for a Mac. 4. I really prefer artwork that has a voice - a meaning - a reason for being. 5. After a few days away from the studio on the computer, I'm missing the paints and this is highlighting the value of daily practice. 6. Although it was an ambitious project to design, paint, video and blog daily, if I hadn't tried I wouldn't know how long it takes or if it was possible. Now it's a known quantity. Possible, but not with a fulltime job on top.
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So keeping moving after yesterday's sad decision... The quality I'll be painting this week is serenity. I have an image in mind already, but I'll keep that to myself until it's all done. In the meantime, here are some Google image results for serenity:
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The challenge of painting, shooting a video, editing said video, uploading and blogging ON TOP of my regular day is proving to be too ambitious. Especially given that I am now 3 weeks behind on my day job due to all the hard drive issues that cropped up.
So this challenge needs a rethink. Such as reducing the regularity for starters. I would love to keep doing this challenge every day, but it does not seem to be realistic at this point in time. So how about I be more sensible and aim for once a week?
How about I say once a week definitely, and there may be the odd bonus painting with video along the way? Then when the current day-job project finishes at the end of November, this arrangement can be reviewed.
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Purpose. Not porpoise (oh the groans - but you know I just had to). Are your days spent drifting or swimming? So do you have one (a purpose!)? I'm talking big picture here. Do you know what you want, where you want to go? If you don't know where you want to go, how will you get there? Fairy wand anyone?
This piece was actually emailed to me. Great timing! "It really seems (at least if you read popular media) that who you know and whether you get 'picked' are the two keys to success. Luck. ... Delete the outliers--the people who are hit by a bus or win the lottery, the people who luck out in a big way, and we're left with everyone else. And for everyone else, effort is directly related to success. Not all the time, but as much as you would expect. Smarter, harder working, better informed and better liked people do better than other people, most of the time."
And as a friendly kick-up-the-bum, freely plagiarised from here, "So the big question I have for you is how far do you have to be pushed before you’ll become extraordinary? ... As you probably know but in case you don’t the mind is your most valuable tool in your entire arsenal. Ask any millionaire or billionaire and they’ll confirm for you the mind is your most valuable tool. ... Because when you get a handle on your own mind and give the specific techniques on how to get the most out of yourself and your own creativity then the world opens up before you."
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Why is rest important and what does it have to do with Picasso?
"The second day, a different dealer came by. Picasso hardly looked up. "Fake!" he bellowed.
After the dealer left, I couldn't help myself. "Picasso, why did you say that painting was a fake? I was here, in this studio, last year when I saw you paint it."
Picasso didn't hesitate. He turned to me and said, "I often paint fakes.""
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So today's topic is "receptivity". And I, in my short and to the point way, would like to ask, 'how receptive are you to the possibilities all around?' Magic happens, if you'll let it. It's all in the way you DECIDE to view the world.
Another explanation I found while wandering the blogosphere is excerpted below. It's very wordy, but I think, well worthwhile. Read the full piece here if you feel inclined.
"There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, "Morning, boys, how's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, "What the hell is water?" ... A huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded. Here's one example of the utter wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute centre of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence. We rarely talk about this sort of natural, basic self-centredness, because it's so socially repulsive, but it's pretty much the same for all of us, deep down. It is our default setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it: there is no experience you've had that you were not at the absolute centre of. The world as you experience it is right there in front of you, or behind you, to the left or right of you, on your TV, or your monitor, or whatever. Other people's thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent, real - you get the idea. ... But then you remember there's no food at home - you haven't had time to shop this week, because of your challenging job - and so now, after work, you have to get in your car and drive to the supermarket. It's the end of the workday, and the traffic's very bad, so getting to the store takes way longer than it should, and when you finally get there the supermarket is very crowded, because of course it's the time of day when all the other people with jobs also try to squeeze in some grocery shopping, and the store's hideously, fluorescently lit, and infused with soul-killing Muzak or corporate pop, and it's pretty much the last place you want to be, but you can't just get in and quickly out: you have to wander all over the huge, overlit store's crowded aisles to find the stuff you want, and you have to manoeuvre your junky cart through all these other tired, hurried people with carts, and of course there are also the glacially slow old people and the spacey people and the kids who all block the aisle and you have to grit your teeth and try to be polite as you ask them to let you by, and eventually, finally, you get all your supper supplies, except now it turns out there aren't enough checkout lanes open even though it's the end-of-the-day rush, so the checkout line is incredibly long, which is stupid and infuriating, but you can't take your fury out on the frantic lady working the register. ... The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where the work of choosing comes in. Because the traffic jams and crowded aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don't make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to, I'm going to be pissed and miserable every time I have to food-shop, because my natural default setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me, about my hungriness and my fatigue and my desire to just get home, and it's going to seem, for all the world, like everybody else is just in my way, and who are all these people in my way? ... If I choose to think this way, fine, lots of us do - except that thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic it doesn't have to be a choice. Thinking this way is my natural default setting. ... But most days, if you're aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her little child in the checkout line - maybe she's not usually like this; maybe she's been up three straight nights holding the hand of her husband who's dying of bone cancer, or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the Motor Vehicles Dept who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a nightmarish red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness. Of course, none of this is likely, but it's also not impossible - it just depends on what you want to consider. If you're automatically sure that you know what reality is and who and what is really important - if you want to operate on your default setting - then you, like me, will not consider possibilities that aren't pointless and annoying. But if you've really learned how to think, how to pay attention, then you will know you have other options. It will be within your power to experience a crowded, loud, slow, consumer-hell-type situation as not only meaningful but sacred, on fire with the same force that lit the stars - compassion, love, the sub-surface unity of all things. Not that that mystical stuff's necessarily true: the only thing that's capital-T True is that you get to decide how you're going to try to see it. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. ... And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom to be lords of our own tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the centre of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about in the great outside world of winning and achieving and displaying. The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is real freedom. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the "rat race" - the constant gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing. ... It is about simple awareness - awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, that we have to keep reminding ourselves, over and over: "This is water, this is water.""
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it becomes an evil necessity. So now my poor ol' computer is back in the land of the (virus free) living and I can get back to spending time painting instead of reformatting, reinstalling and troubleshooting. Generally, I can have my life back.
Thank fuck for that. So you'll see me again soon, minus a few days worth of painting.
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