Pierre August Renoir

One of my favorite painters is Pierre August Renoir. He was born in Limoges France and like every artist did not become famous until he died....that's depressing. Anyhow, I love how he rendered images and landscapes. Everytime I look at one of his pieces it draws me into it, I feel transported into another time and place....and no I don't do drugs.

The image on the left is one of my favorites. The young girl seems to be looking at you as if she wanted to say something.

Her eyes are so expresive...I really want to paint like that!

I've been on an emotional rollercoaster, but instead of complaining I thank God. After all I am alive and I should feel alive. Frida painted watermelons as her last work of art to celebrate life...I get it! vibrant and bold colors of a fruit that is nothing less than sweet, fresh and with many annoying seeds...but once you learn to eat it by spitting out the seeds, is all well worth it.

Watercolors

Never before was I interested in watercolors...I hated how I felt I had no control with this medium. Talk about practicing patience skills!

Lemons

Practicing with oil pastels....messy but awsome!

Mexico's colors

I wanted to paint something that reminds me of how I saw Mexico when I was a child. It was simply bright colors full of life and simple yet beautifull...

YM

Snow Day!...

nah! I actually made it in to work. Had too, got plenty of debt and not enough revenue...like any typical American, what else is new?

As I was driving in to work today, managing to stay on the road and not skid all over, I was feeling sorry for myself. You see for the last month, I was hoping and wanting something soooo badly, I was stressing out to the point of having stomach cramps and sleepless nights. I believed this was my big break and how my life was going to change for the better (not that is all that terrible).

Yesterday I learned I wasn't getting it for sure....ah! something collapsed inside of me and the sky turned dark (then again, it was after 6pm here in Chicago).

Today during my commute, I realized that I wasn't ready for it and I wanted it as a quick fix to other problems and issues I have going on in my life. If I would've gotten it, I might've disappointed a lot of people including me.

My point is ....beware of what you wish for, you may get it and it may turn out to you didn't even wanted it as bad as you thought to begin with.

YM

How is painting therapeutic?

So being so new at this blogging thing, makes me wonder what do readers really care about in terms of painting as part of therapy. I have to say this is new to me and I am learning as I go. I do know, that when I paint is my time, my space, and I am free to try anything. There is no one around, I listen to my music sometimes and fantasize as I paint. Mostly I don't think about proportions, depth, and harmony; just what I feel and what comes out may not be anything...but no worries, clean with turpentine and start over.

Don't we wish life could be like this?

Well only sometimes.... ;-)

YadMar

Here are a couple of pieces that are work in progress....

So it's 2010! Can't wait for the great new things that are coming up this year. Even if we had a rough year, we must be thankful and put aside resentments and regrets. The past is unchangeable but the future is always promising and full of possibilities.

Remember that you can create your own paradise...no matter where and how you are.