My Father In Law
Oil on Wood 11"x 14"
Friday, January 14, 2011
The Circular Chair Series
The Circular Chair Series: Relationships by Laura Wilde
I am interested in the relationships I have with people. All people. I invite you to sit in my chair so that I can take your picture and whileyou are there I strike up a conversation and we talk. While I talked to Amber she became a little impatient. She had been having issues with school, her boyfriend, the regular things that issues are made of. First I photograph my subject and then I paint them so when I painted this picture I used colors to capture the mood and her mood felt like yellow, reddish- orange, emotional. I took several photos, and finally she thrust her body forward and ran her hands through her hair, thoughtful, contemplative. I wanted to capture that moment because it felt so real.
I have found that the process is half the point. I want to involve as many people as I can in this body of work, a life long study of everyone I meet. It is nice to paint a series that everyone can be a part of, feel roots and connections too. I don’t see people as being detached and separate from each other. Being around my grandpa was a good example of this. My mother and I took care of my grandpa toward the end of his life. It was pretty amazing because he just seemed to get nicer and nicer the more infirm he became. The energy in the house was happy and calm and it felt nice to be around him. A couple of days before he passed away I put him in a lift and lowered him into my chair and took his photo. Then I had my mom sit in my chair and I took her photo. She was a little reticent at first but then her gesture became animated and funny. To me she symbolized how we felt. The green blue background radiated a spiritual clam for me. The pink is love and because it is bright it is also fun.
I enjoy observing people and getting to know them. I keep my chair in the trunk of my car and when I go places I take it out and set in a corner. Sometimes I wait for someone to sit in it, other times I find someone to photograph. I then paint them because I can get to know them better through the colors I use and the way that they interact with me. Sometimes I paint them from life but this is a fast paced world we live in and not many people have time to sit for me. I started this process with my family, and then with friends, and then with friends of friends. I am working my way up to strangers.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Grandpa's Dining Room
9 x 12" Oil on Wood
Grandpa's dining room. My Aunt Joanna got really worked up when I didn't dry the table after I washed it. So for her I polished it to a high gloss and added a bowl of fruit so she would be able to sleep that night.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Three Men in a Tub
36 x 48" Oil on Canvas
There are two things I will always be. Firstly I am terrible at spelling and, two, highly experimental.
So this painting is highly experimental. Between the sanding, layering, glazing, more sanding I found people appearing in my painting. The more of them I painted the more seemed to pop out. To me it's Jesus and the Three Men in the Tub, Igor and some on lookers. I don't now maybe I shouldn't say what I think, you know let you decisde as the viewer. Well, I did, what can you do?
Brad's Birthday Cake
9 x 12" Oil on Board
Brad insisted that I make him a cake. He knew how bad it would look but that it would taste good. So here were his specifications: Strawberry cake with pecan frosting in between the two layers. Frost the top with chocolate and walnuts. I forgot the candles so I used match sticks but cretainly not 42. This year Brad is 7.
Riveting Conversation
9 x 12" Oil on Wood
My mother in law took us out for our anniversary. I look over and there she was snoozing away. I thought it was so funny. She is a busy woman and anytime she sits down she falls asleep.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Blue Dobins
Oil on Canvas
I thought I had put this on already but I hadn't. I have such a huge body of work and I have a blog, deviant art, facebook and now I'm working on a website. And even with all of that I don't have all of my paintings (and other things) on the internet. This painting is one of my favorites. Sometimes I feel like I'm looking at my own work third person style. After a couple of weeks (or a couple of years) I look back on it and say "Maybe You were on to something Self". About a month ago when I was "90 year old grandpa sitting" I stumbled across the same type of painting style one night. I'll try and put that one on following this one.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Relationships
Paint, color, smears together making itself into something other than itself. I find that it is rarely okay to use a pure pigment in its original state. Only as an accent. Primary only means the beginning. Must be molded and mixed into something else.
Walk with me
Holding hands
Discussing the honesty
In and of itself
How much does the pigment want to integrate with other colors?
And when mixed too much it slips into oblivion and unifies but not always into something beautiful. Often times into something truly ugly.
This is where the brush becomes a magic wand. It can create beauty or great ugliness.
But it is really the painter behind the wand. How well does the painter know themselves?
Is the painter overbearing or pleasant? Does the painter mix well with others? Does the painter want to integrate or retain its original state? Philosophically speaking how well does a painter want to know themselves?
Clasp hands together to unify themselves, or at odds, hands the greatest distance from each other?
And do we as painters hold tight to other painter creators and loose ourselves or retain our pure color pigment and add an accent to the collective?
Painters feel this but not all face it or want to articulate it.
We are not separate from each other, not separate from the brush, not separate from the surface, not separate from the pigments and elements we mix together.
We are one with everything.
There needs to be unity or we are not creators and we implode.
Walk with me
Holding hands
Discussing the honesty
In and of itself
How much does the pigment want to integrate with other colors?
And when mixed too much it slips into oblivion and unifies but not always into something beautiful. Often times into something truly ugly.
This is where the brush becomes a magic wand. It can create beauty or great ugliness.
But it is really the painter behind the wand. How well does the painter know themselves?
Is the painter overbearing or pleasant? Does the painter mix well with others? Does the painter want to integrate or retain its original state? Philosophically speaking how well does a painter want to know themselves?
Clasp hands together to unify themselves, or at odds, hands the greatest distance from each other?
And do we as painters hold tight to other painter creators and loose ourselves or retain our pure color pigment and add an accent to the collective?
Painters feel this but not all face it or want to articulate it.
We are not separate from each other, not separate from the brush, not separate from the surface, not separate from the pigments and elements we mix together.
We are one with everything.
There needs to be unity or we are not creators and we implode.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
My Cigar Box Pochade
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
The Dog Bed
12 x 12 Oil on Prepared Paper
My little dog Wren has a little dog bed in the livingroom. She spends most of her time there when she is not pacing around the house aimlessly.
Copper Tea Kettle
10 x 10 Oil on Prepered Bristol Paper
I found this tea kettle at the thrift store as well for the small price of $2.00. Copper is so beautiful. Every color can be found in it depending on its age and how it's been taken care of.
La Signora caffettiera
I found this esspresso maker at the thrift stor for $5.00. It's awesome. The water boils in the bottom, filters through the grounds in the middle, and comes out of a little spout in the top.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Random thoughts that should be wondered about……….
Journal entry on 4/27/2010
I think in abstract thought. A lot of symbolism and no real grounded movement. The gravitaion to unusual thinking causes a rash of random thinking and possibilities for new ideas to enter. A sort of portal for invention. I walk a fine line between reality and something else. My artwork is reflective of this type of layering. There is a lot of space between symbols. People tend to focus on the visually observed but the truth of the matter is that matter is one solid form with a vast amount of space around it. Read between the lines because there is more to be seen. Where the spirits live and what else lives there we haven’t discovered yet but there is something we should be intuiting and looking for.
Grandpa's Toys
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Gently Cries
Light turns to dark
-Dissemination-
Translucent from Opacity
-Disintegration-
From the outside in
-Oblivion-
-Dissemination-
Translucent from Opacity
-Disintegration-
From the outside in
-Oblivion-
Leaves
l collected a bunch of leaves and wow how they turned abstract and more colorful than I had initially envisioned them.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
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