tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134023702024-02-07T20:20:47.408-05:00The Worksbits and piecesCindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-71995990885415211372014-12-30T18:08:00.003-05:002014-12-30T18:08:54.190-05:00I've Moved<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've finally setup a <a href="http://cindykshawartist.com/">website</a> for my works and you can find any new blog posts there too. This page still functions so feel free to peruse, but new work will be at the website, <a href="http://cindykshawartist.com/">CindyKShawArtist.com</a>. See ya there.<br />
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©2014 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights ReservedCindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-13569597118875241592014-10-22T22:35:00.001-04:002014-10-22T22:35:30.976-04:00Hustle and Flow<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMKlEem8WUDv4sMytIn0D3bUlyDV2GybGum8DNA-omy91q31ZKdDjbB26dGk8wStU8MMVqgP0ROR-rmXC-KRGYbEbqZ2KT2UBsRlD1fPSOaJD2bZY4rZX8iYmlOF1WAEP4OlY/s1600/Hustle+and+Flow+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMKlEem8WUDv4sMytIn0D3bUlyDV2GybGum8DNA-omy91q31ZKdDjbB26dGk8wStU8MMVqgP0ROR-rmXC-KRGYbEbqZ2KT2UBsRlD1fPSOaJD2bZY4rZX8iYmlOF1WAEP4OlY/s1600/Hustle+and+Flow+1.jpg" height="320" width="159" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hustle and Flow 1<br />Acrylic on canvas<br />6x10</td></tr>
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Typically I don't produce for the sake of production, but sometimes you gotta produce. At the request of a good friend, who also happens to be an art broker, I produced some small works for an upcoming show in Nashville. I've been steadily working on a large piece that I wonder if I will finish by year's end. So...it's nice to start and finish something. I wanted them to be exercises in energy. Just let it flow and see what happens. So here you have it. Three small pieces that I just let emerge on their own. A little hustle and flow. </div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">©2014 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-54257405337426784602013-11-16T13:05:00.000-05:002013-11-16T13:05:04.981-05:00Head Space<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Most recent. Could say something. Could say a lot of things. Will say nothing. Something new. </div>
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Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-63237850106777207752013-11-10T09:23:00.002-05:002013-11-16T13:05:44.228-05:00Broken<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">2012 ended with spinal fusion surgery (one of five surgeries in less than 12 months) and much of 2013 has been spent getting my body functioning again. You know all the horrors people like to share about back surgery? Yeah, in my case it gave me my life back. No horror. Just joy and gratitude. I have a physical job that I can now do no problem, I am in the gym lifting weights, kayaking, cycling, walking and walking, doing yoga, cooking, basically leaving the house and socializing, and yes…PAINTING. In all of this, I feel more like myself than I have in many years. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I’m grateful for my back injury because it gave me the benefit of perspective. In a flash, all that you know, your livelihood, the roof over your head, your <i>very</i> identity can be stripped away. So…I take so much more in stride. I laugh more, cry more, breath with relish in a way I did not before. Perspective is a powerful gift. I am grateful for it. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">This painting is a tribute to feeling the fire of pain of 2012. If you look closely the central core of the painting is built around the number four. There is much I like about this painting, but from a critical perspective it feels out of balance compositionally. I struggled with that problem most of the time I worked on it, and seemed never able to resolve. I wonder if it needs to be out of balance as a depiction of the experience that had me out of balance. I don’t know. I deemed it finished and took it off my easel. As I am on the eave of the one year anniversary of my back surgery, I’ve started a new piece. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2013 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-19352852637490949812012-06-24T15:31:00.000-04:002012-06-24T15:31:28.338-04:00Party of One<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Yep, It's been forever. Some paintings take forever because they just take hours and hours of work. Some because the outside world is an intrusion, a constant intrusion. 2012 has brought seemingly stable employment along with months and months of persistent, intense physical pain. A little good a little bad. All of which has made time at the easel quite the challenge. Sometimes you just gotta battle through. I had intended to post this with a written companion, but the written piece is a convoluted mess hampered by all the starts and stops of getting "Party of One" finished. I'll spare you the tragedy. </div>
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So here it is: A victim of starts and stops and mistakes and mistakes while correcting mistakes, but I'm pleased with the final outcome. The best part is that my mind and easel are free to start something new. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2012 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-42595796975105767572012-02-25T16:29:00.000-05:002012-02-25T16:29:41.032-05:00Changing Minds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjygjHhylTJT2-E5UPP2RtnUmGBgJaw6rgt5aFC2wNfXviwGoGGgRWD-nqsIVt9yUTKAlVKl3nuOemZXY7ptThCNID6711SitOEGiCnaNIWywDQrGhtyDwWoHkwqZY8Ie8u99b4/s1600/IMAG0434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjygjHhylTJT2-E5UPP2RtnUmGBgJaw6rgt5aFC2wNfXviwGoGGgRWD-nqsIVt9yUTKAlVKl3nuOemZXY7ptThCNID6711SitOEGiCnaNIWywDQrGhtyDwWoHkwqZY8Ie8u99b4/s320/IMAG0434.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">The last several weeks...months have been a flurry. I had a significant step up in contract work that started in August of last year. Then juggling this with some part-time work at the local LGBT community center. All this juggling of various part-time work came with long hours and a crazy schedule. Lots of work. Some money. Now, full time engineering work. More money. Lots of engineering brain time. Not much rest. Not much easel time. Not much artist brain time. And yes, it is as difficult as you might think to shift from my engineering brain to my artist one, especially when stress starts to run amok. Changing minds is never easy. </span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Anyway…I started a piece while working on <a href="http://www.cksmetalart.blogspot.com/2011/08/requiem.html">Requiem</a>. Steps 1 and 2 were great and had me excited about where it would go. Steps 3 and 4 basically fucked it up and left me stumped. I spent weeks staring…trying to find a pathway to rework the disaster zones until I finally resigned that I just needed to paint over the trouble. So I did, but that tub of white paint I grabbed wasn’t primer. It was bright enamel. A fuck up to correct a fuck up that took several layers of paint to get back to a workable…paintable surface. We won’t discuss the other two items that were improperly “primed”. Those await my attention for a later date. </span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2012 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-18108580255653803082011-09-15T15:08:00.000-04:002011-09-15T15:08:02.913-04:00Where There's Smoke<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's been months since my last piece...like since January. This was in part because both of my easels were occupied with paintings and I felt like I had begun to repeat myself. Sometimes a little break is a good thing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A little time, a little cleared space and a blank sheet of paper. There you have it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-15426606688158379602011-09-11T12:06:00.001-04:002011-09-11T12:17:42.240-04:00In My Lair<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>A sucky day full of sucky memories<br />
So I hide in my lair...head down...hand on brush<br />
Avoiding direct connection...to pain...my pain...your pain...our pain.<br />
Pain of bewilderment...collective loss...grief<br />
The school yard bully unleashed.<br />
A decade of fear and hate has...unraveled us all.<br />
I fucking hate this day.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-90583378900367315722011-08-07T19:44:00.000-04:002011-08-07T19:44:09.513-04:00Requiem<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiARojDKvl2RBRUWZ1TgbUSvjcT4Wr_fp5Ktr79dvUHecdc_FyEwNHnl6N4-x5MBnp9odBpnGuWul_6c5MjzY7EiR4KqIbVs1qCdaIuEICizrRHsRWqq9T_-5V09MWOO974980/s1600/R-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiARojDKvl2RBRUWZ1TgbUSvjcT4Wr_fp5Ktr79dvUHecdc_FyEwNHnl6N4-x5MBnp9odBpnGuWul_6c5MjzY7EiR4KqIbVs1qCdaIuEICizrRHsRWqq9T_-5V09MWOO974980/s400/R-18.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Requiem" Oil on Canvas (42x72)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Here it is. This painting and I have been working together since the end of May. Really much longer, since early February when I had the dream that has become the subject. A dream I remembered, which I rarely do. A dream that had me twisted about. A dream that needed to be studied and painted so I could release it. </div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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<div style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i>I pulled up in a car with three or four other people and we were about to board a helicopter. There were problems. The helicopter wouldn’t start and as we were waiting we hear a commotion in the distance. Gunfire. People fleeing. People dying. </i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i>As I run, I scream, “We’ve got to go. There’s no time. Run!” </i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i>The area now morphs into what looks like a shopping mall parking lot and I reach the outer edge. I find a barrier where I take cover. The others did not come with me and they are not to be seen in the distance. The car is gone. I don’t know their fate.</i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i>There are screams and more gunfire. The gunman is moving closer to where I am, but I dare not move. I’ll surely be shot like all the others. </i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i>I hear footsteps and know the gunman is only feet away and then he steps over the barrier. There is no escape. The barrel of the gun is placed to my head and I am calm as I accept my fate. My only thought is that now I will know what happens. What happens when we die. I feel two bullets pass through my brain, </i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i>And I wait…</i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i>And wait…</i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i>Nothing happens…only darkness…only quiet. </i></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i>Then…I woke from my dream. </i> </div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">I’ve said that sometimes I cry when I finish a painting. With this one, I cried when I began and a couple of times during. Release comes in its own way and its own time.</div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Here’s a little slideshow to show you the progress…the steps and missteps along the way until I finished. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyT_kaJmrQrKo5TemP5t8d5DtnbSJay3NW5Fhti5lZWLiWQ0_lRJ_5hhpqf_9jGyQb2wH96E7iwRQY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="font-size: 13px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-67889309722735317852011-07-24T14:11:00.003-04:002011-07-24T14:21:31.008-04:00Nervous Energy<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5RgcnNy_V7kEbwBPALH5eXR0JrshrIthIUmtL8fKU7GY7Yut33H1i5V-OfUsMk7qpqhAqkqMicBvcXOK4zlRtcL2-EY5K65Psg2_Mtlmwf8VISAkDrKRgE96p0OeKd82A0mP/s1600/Cabinet+6+-+Breathe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5RgcnNy_V7kEbwBPALH5eXR0JrshrIthIUmtL8fKU7GY7Yut33H1i5V-OfUsMk7qpqhAqkqMicBvcXOK4zlRtcL2-EY5K65Psg2_Mtlmwf8VISAkDrKRgE96p0OeKd82A0mP/s400/Cabinet+6+-+Breathe.jpg" width="231" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cabinet Door 6 - "Breathe"<br />
Acrylic and Spray Paint on Wood (16x27)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday was an antsy pantsy kind of day. Far too much nervous energy to be trusted on the large painting that is down to the nitty gritty fine details. The angst energy evident in yesterday's post loomed from the very first waking moment and I was in a "must make art" state all day. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">These are the days that I most like being in my metal workshop where I can bang away at some steel, be loud, aggressive and get absolutely sweaty stinky filthy in the process. Alas, I've been without a metal workshop since unloading my house last year so this is what I did. I had to do something. I had to. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It all started with spray paint...a medium that I still pretty much suck at, but love. This is also done in acrylics which I generally hate using, but they are fast and allowed me to push and fight without a consideration to any patience whatsoever. I have a very limited array of colors of low quality paint and really crappy brushes. Who cares? Right? I'm the artist. Not the paint. Not the brushes.<br />
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I "finished" things up today. Even still, it is a rough, thrown together painting frenzy and I fully intend to leave it that way. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-69913717110864461192011-07-23T12:18:00.002-04:002011-07-23T22:26:14.650-04:00Art is Ugly<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcbv0iIyjOq-xKnLm6DpXm2-NGs9JQJ1fcMaNlfM4j1Y7jbgp4Q80IpUsSHqGETErjfWqdbTLUwg9CU-BepIO2NL01R9yM9h8KBOdpADDqSzaOwjkL4jMH2bpOneV2yOOgA74/s1600/Angry+Bitch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcbv0iIyjOq-xKnLm6DpXm2-NGs9JQJ1fcMaNlfM4j1Y7jbgp4Q80IpUsSHqGETErjfWqdbTLUwg9CU-BepIO2NL01R9yM9h8KBOdpADDqSzaOwjkL4jMH2bpOneV2yOOgA74/s320/Angry+Bitch.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Angry Bitch" Mixed Media on Board (12x12)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Not all art is good. Not all art is pretty. Sometimes it just is. You can let it live or you can toss it out. Who knows what the fate of this piece will be. I surely don't. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you're interested, click read more to see the text:</span><br />
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<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After a year + 5 I’ve been granted reprieve. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A quick right then left from desperation to redemption. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A light at the end of the tunnel and I wonder…if…I am…</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The punchline for the oncoming train. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">First elation…disbelief and then…</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Relief</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But now? ANGER. Like I skipped my Kubler-Ross. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A grief incomplete</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A redemption not so…sweet. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">More like sellout than salvation…</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A bargain with the devil to fill my belly and roof my head</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Doing my best Penelope Pitstop across the tracks of acceptable life. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Acquiescing to the left brain ego that counts 1...2...3...</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Calculating rate of change on the exponent of my lost nerve. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So now…ANGER…a rage at my inner soul…my weak resolve.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Another working stiff doing my best Temple Grandin elliptic…</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Stepping…stepping peacefully to a stun and slit throat. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fuck. Fuck me. Off to work I go.</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div></div></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-32440133445539091532011-07-20T20:34:00.000-04:002011-07-20T20:34:33.380-04:00Nail Biter<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX44IDCSd_Fykd-l-hU7xkmiVF1JUjydUeZrdxGIS_YGv0aSA4auFUuNfdqGCp6S9ynPlsBydbNVbNI68G62y44U6UAmxaV9mEA-Ch6k6lOsyV_a2cPliWETqbW3L-sqxoF7X1/s1600/Nail+Biter+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX44IDCSd_Fykd-l-hU7xkmiVF1JUjydUeZrdxGIS_YGv0aSA4auFUuNfdqGCp6S9ynPlsBydbNVbNI68G62y44U6UAmxaV9mEA-Ch6k6lOsyV_a2cPliWETqbW3L-sqxoF7X1/s320/Nail+Biter+1.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nail Biter - Watercolor & Pen on Paper (5x7)<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’ve been dancing on a threadbare tightrope...Center ring of a cliffhanger circus. The abyss that lies beneath is hungry and I smell of a tasty meal. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sleeping in a bed of quicksand is dangerous business. Be still…you sink fastest when you squirm. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’ve chewed my nails bloody, gnawed back to the bone. The handwringing worry a slight breeze will tumble my house cards. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Homelessness looms.</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Something’s</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> gotta break soon. Maybe...</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">something</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is me. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maybe not…at least…not yet.</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A final hour rescue…a job…even if only temporary…I’ll take it. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My art needs a roof, my head needs a pillow, and my lungs a full breathe of air. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Plop...Plop...Fizz...Fizz. Oh what a relief it is. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A job…even if only temporary…I’ll take it.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-77480940781796932632011-07-08T10:20:00.004-04:002011-09-29T23:33:31.269-04:00Sore Neck<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>The large piece has made it past the halfway point and I'm pleased with the progress. My neck is sore from the 5+ hours yesterday very close to the canvas...head tilted back as I was in bifocal range most of the time. The pains of a middle aged artist. :) <br />
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The work from here is about details, depth, and refinement. Sounds like tedium, but it is really about bringing the core expression to the forefront. There are technical rules and procedure on how to do this, but I constantly violate rules of perspective. Allowing the violation was quite the growth experience for me as an artist. It required accepting and embracing this very spontaneous action as a quality of my own style. So now I will acknowledge the rule, nod my head and continue on my own path.<br />
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As my external world is rapidly crumbling, time at my easel is the only place of sanity for me. Working on this piece is my freedom, my only time of true reality. At this pace, I expect I will be <i>FINISHED</i> by the end of the month. I can't wait to share the final piece. Oh the irony. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-79262266027259461362011-06-30T13:05:00.003-04:002011-07-20T22:50:04.249-04:00Shut the Fuck Up<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4n-nimA4oAsQVpIudY_htyFx8rSL0fRlkx_-FmFRTDUldsnW8sqFs9RMGvDJ-VmGnIqtzcZn5tVXQfSOYLCNLSG-SaV-c9fU9Y_WBcpeOXOjezufDMAjLcwXXJ_wxpuZ83Rpj/s1600/Spiral+Eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4n-nimA4oAsQVpIudY_htyFx8rSL0fRlkx_-FmFRTDUldsnW8sqFs9RMGvDJ-VmGnIqtzcZn5tVXQfSOYLCNLSG-SaV-c9fU9Y_WBcpeOXOjezufDMAjLcwXXJ_wxpuZ83Rpj/s400/Spiral+Eye.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spiral Eye - Block Print and Watercolor on Paper (4x5)</td></tr>
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</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Tricky Tricky…keeping it real without really being real. Sterile delivery when the truth just beneath is too ugly for a public meal. </div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>An unspoken agreement to...not to...speak. </div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Silence is golden. So suck it up because there are no painkillers for this demise. A display of success covers the wall and sings loudly of relentless failure. I am too big for my britches and there is no turning back from here. </div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other fucking side. What happens in between is, well…none of your fucking business. Reality is a mess without a maid and only a broken broom held in a broken hand. We love the before and after, but the nasty middle is saved for…something else…the triumphant memoir…the movie of the week…the dirty little secret never told. You don’t really want to hear it, now do you? No one likes a scared angry bitch.</div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Claims of envy from a place of privilege rings sanctimonious bullshit of freedom. Life under house arrest, a thousand hamsters on a thousand wheels cannot…do not…generate peace. Please, Oh Please! Send rescue from the well meaning masses. Only a <i>rare</i> few will shovel the shit when the stench is neck high. Love measured by the grit under their fingernails. The rest…squirm in their squeaking chairs because too much has already been said. I am mid-scream with the volume turned way down. A motherly protection for sensitive ears. </div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Not all art has meaning but the only breath I breathe streams from paintbrush to canvas, pencil to paper. A blissful denial from the failure of being and not being because I cannot fucking be. Some may be good. Some absolutely sucks. All of it is all of what matters and is better left unsaid…you kill the art by saying too much...and I have already said too much. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-80644255985108786212011-06-16T13:54:00.000-04:002011-06-16T13:54:33.879-04:00Pretty Picture?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQu-RWgiZHLezOzbgtjmRBJ-yiK-Fk3tPFbQ0WrY9vuEsTl7ohDSwRDQMVGOnOoijibrYBHfYgDjShASvz0qA3T1lGGwPiLZ8ePHAocPb_m-irPyVi2viSgLDoZLD26BSMib9O/s1600/06-16-11+Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQu-RWgiZHLezOzbgtjmRBJ-yiK-Fk3tPFbQ0WrY9vuEsTl7ohDSwRDQMVGOnOoijibrYBHfYgDjShASvz0qA3T1lGGwPiLZ8ePHAocPb_m-irPyVi2viSgLDoZLD26BSMib9O/s400/06-16-11+Untitled.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Untitled - Oil on Wood (11x20)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Untitled” </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A name without naming. I don’t particularly like leaving a piece as “Untitled”, but I dislike arbitrary bullshit even more. I’ve been working on this piece alongside the large canvas. A redo of a redo. If I don’t like you I will paint over you. Remember? </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On occasion, I paint straight from the tube, holding the tube like a brush. When it works, it is a high energy, very fast attack that rises from the surface. When it doesn’t, there’s a lot of paint sitting unanswered. The underlying shape was formed this way…before I painted over it…covering the scars left behind from previous failure. I’m pretty okay with this version. Though I am not prone to simply pretty pictures, that is what has emerged. Just a pretty picture. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Still, it is “Untitled” and will remain so until this pretty picture shouts out its name</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-44268112058573612882011-06-10T16:17:00.001-04:002011-06-10T16:23:27.196-04:00Step by Step<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't want to give anything away so this is just a few very close shots of my progress on the large canvas. I've had three sessions with it thus far. I'm pleased with what is happening since the source/thought/image is something very specific. More on that later... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lots of detailing at very early stages, which is unusual for me. Sometimes the paintings dictate their own process. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-75076222803959678312011-06-01T09:25:00.000-04:002012-05-26T14:53:57.551-04:00The CHAngE<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSakB_ESVR3soCbG5o43yOsZwnMpl6hnIfGyOal6WCa5vlDMCm7kfXUJeFak2VNQ0iQainlRVlmFGlV4wA1lJkEN6LK6sIIRRXfpEcfQtXj5IsFLUhx_0u27Cg16xR5XeJ63P/s1600/Change+1+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSakB_ESVR3soCbG5o43yOsZwnMpl6hnIfGyOal6WCa5vlDMCm7kfXUJeFak2VNQ0iQainlRVlmFGlV4wA1lJkEN6LK6sIIRRXfpEcfQtXj5IsFLUhx_0u27Cg16xR5XeJ63P/s400/Change+1+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The hardest thing about changing the direction you’re headed is that virtually <i>no one</i> wants you to. Even those you don’t know want to solely define you on where you’ve been. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have an assigned box. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You have an assigned box. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Exchanging boxes is…</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well…, </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">frowned upon.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I stand at the top of the hill. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It’s a midlife crisis without the fancy car. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My retreating youth lay behind and an unknown future lies ahead. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I seriously wonder if I can get there from here. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘cause I want a new box. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span> </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-90263602284043076502011-05-30T14:33:00.001-04:002011-05-30T14:34:03.405-04:00One Little Shoe<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nHBhmK33QI63u_OLsyQz6OL8qtpl9js7o-qLuIzKPFzAZUSoGLRLAROHNLcNzJDsWkPJSkWA5NZYLN6QGXBQ9nCM_KEIi6CiQcBbUnfKrlV-AK0w8iJEU4QuYDMecNJuYF8P/s1600/One+Little+Shoe+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nHBhmK33QI63u_OLsyQz6OL8qtpl9js7o-qLuIzKPFzAZUSoGLRLAROHNLcNzJDsWkPJSkWA5NZYLN6QGXBQ9nCM_KEIi6CiQcBbUnfKrlV-AK0w8iJEU4QuYDMecNJuYF8P/s400/One+Little+Shoe+2.jpg" width="308" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One Little Shoe</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I walked behind this dangling foot as I left Santa Monica Pier. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The little girl was hanging in complete surrender. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Exhausted from her day in the sun, arms and legs flopping about within the perfect security of her father’s embrace. </span></span>©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-65147190160537704482011-05-25T15:27:00.000-04:002011-05-25T15:27:06.389-04:00Blank Slate<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am often asked, “What is the inspiration, the driving force behind your work?” It’s an answer I find difficult to articulate. People want specifics. They don’t want, “That’s how I felt on Thursday.” Some can be downright pesky with their questions and don't respond well to a smart ass pretentious artist answer. The problem grows in that it’s not always the same from piece to piece. Sometimes there is something very specific. Sometimes it’s just a state of mind. Sometimes its a physical energy. It’s never the same and it can change between start and finish. It’s hard for me to explain, but I’m accepting that people viewing my work want and need to know more.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So here is one version…</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAu7YRrBG3n96FSFKu5UZPW2esBdvn3V_rLMRnmaco22rAG_rAIsUmttQjouEq83aLbw-LY0-ZAHPwaKrICUHmG0YdSJ3LVBWbJ-NefS7_jh-kezG5568CR9Qy2lRquQ3njNn/s1600/Blank+Canvas+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAu7YRrBG3n96FSFKu5UZPW2esBdvn3V_rLMRnmaco22rAG_rAIsUmttQjouEq83aLbw-LY0-ZAHPwaKrICUHmG0YdSJ3LVBWbJ-NefS7_jh-kezG5568CR9Qy2lRquQ3njNn/s320/Blank+Canvas+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">72x42 Canvas</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A very large canvas sits on my easel. It’s white emptiness is glaring at me and I can’t turn away. This is how it starts.</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sometimes… </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a name='more'></a></span><br />
<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just a lot of nothing. A lot of staring, building images in my mind, gathering an emotional state until the urge to grab a brush is overwhelming. This is my favorite beginning. It is raw and pure expression. I can stare at the white expanse for days and even weeks before the right moment emerges. When it does, I am consumed. Long sessions at the easel followed by even longer sessions of more staring. Then there is the day after. After I’ve stood for hours in constant connection. I am exhausted. My spirit is drained. When it is finished, I’ve been known to spend the day in tears. Holding onto so much for so long needs release. So I cry. </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">This intense connection doesn’t happen with every piece, but I can tell when it is. This very large canvas has been prepped for many months. It has sat patiently by the wayside as I finished up other pieces…as I readied myself. I often ran my hand along it’s face as I entered my studio. Just connecting with one another. I’ve thought long and hard and waited. Even as I sit at my desk with my easel to my back, I feel it behind me. It is a beckoning urging me to put myself in it. There is this consumption of spirit that is akin to a depression, but its the blank canvas wanting a piece of my mind, wanting me to retreat within. When things go well, I look at a piece and know I translated the image in my head, the feeling in my gut. When things go poorly, I paint over it and start again. </span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And sometimes…</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-32902393034264695222011-05-22T16:08:00.000-04:002011-05-22T16:08:55.452-04:00Thin Man<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKA-MXHScgpaUz0509RU-5GjxKRYyf-aN7SxvFEOY9hehpZfDv_NkhkL5JNapFMHS98DI4p8-kkdnEH0ZzlOsf_GWFEV5d6VhS65r5-0hP_gELKdtWMyx6IWGhC_PZ91HBufh/s1600/ThinMan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKA-MXHScgpaUz0509RU-5GjxKRYyf-aN7SxvFEOY9hehpZfDv_NkhkL5JNapFMHS98DI4p8-kkdnEH0ZzlOsf_GWFEV5d6VhS65r5-0hP_gELKdtWMyx6IWGhC_PZ91HBufh/s400/ThinMan1.jpg" width="61" /></a></td></tr>
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I've been working on this alongside the Set of 9 from the last post. My way of using a piece of scrap canvas, which will most certainly be a pain to properly mount and frame for sale. Regardless, this is an unusually playful piece for me and he and I've had fun getting to know one another.<br />
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I'm back to unemployment status again, which is great for my easel time. Not so great for my paying rent and buying groceries effort. There are some leads on the horizon. One is a stop gap, the other an absolute perfect, really really really want it kind of job. On all accounts I have friends stepping up and doing all they can on my behalf. So despite my quickly emptying bank account, I am heart full of gratitude. <br />
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I'm changing things around a bit on the blog and contemplating some changes in the posts. As in adding some other elements....maybe. We'll see. The art will keep coming, but I want to keep the blog more active when I am working on pieces so there's not as much down time. Stay tuned. <br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-88887219164004210082011-05-13T14:15:00.004-04:002011-05-26T21:07:58.538-04:00Set of 9<div style="font: 13.0px Optima; margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This group of paintings is one is nine is ten. They were painting as a single painting…One. </span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8O-VSYBImC4VlO__39EWw_a95IX5qRtEK_gxiNRtzq_Mu3YiBtINpl6iB5e2kGoT1QSNUqUfOrATZXS_BwZEhpluI5ISQ6bBIf_OpmsZKEAnDg2j3lj5SjRi_kHy6RQq__09/s1600/1-Set+of+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8O-VSYBImC4VlO__39EWw_a95IX5qRtEK_gxiNRtzq_Mu3YiBtINpl6iB5e2kGoT1QSNUqUfOrATZXS_BwZEhpluI5ISQ6bBIf_OpmsZKEAnDg2j3lj5SjRi_kHy6RQq__09/s320/1-Set+of+9.jpg" width="318" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Set of 9</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> Each of the individual 6x6 quads also had to be worked as a single painting…Nine. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><a name='more'></a> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span>One plus Nine = Ten. This painting took me forever. First because I’ve had several interruptions. And second, because in the end it is actually ten paintings. It’s only fair to say that the original painting, the One, started out to be something very different. That wrong turn took another wrong turn, and yet another which left me with a hot mess to clean up. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of 9</td></tr>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpp2b0GCCJ0x8vKdMBVTjVNnUMVoAB0FI_z3cg2R2aLWNrxHAOUnJ_unO5KX3RchOuAJ01TZFVFsBCVK8e3XvdzN-sBofB7JxXn0CnDRVDePDrhfeewQwrmq41lKaAf_ODq7vc/s1600/2-TM+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpp2b0GCCJ0x8vKdMBVTjVNnUMVoAB0FI_z3cg2R2aLWNrxHAOUnJ_unO5KX3RchOuAJ01TZFVFsBCVK8e3XvdzN-sBofB7JxXn0CnDRVDePDrhfeewQwrmq41lKaAf_ODq7vc/s200/2-TM+1.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two of 9<br />
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</tbody></table>Getting the mess to something workable to a point of recovery took several difficult two to three hour sessions. A lot of work for what is a very small scale set of even smaller pieces. It was from this point that the real painting began. Where it took on its own energy and was less about anything I wanted and felt and more about the direction the painting, the form and space dictated. I don’t often work from a purely structural point of view. Most often there is a underlying emotive state of mind or a very clear topic or idea behind the work. But the exercise of making a painting and working out the details just because of how form and balance dictate does occur. Here’s the result of that journey. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Three of 9</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four of 9</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Five of 9 </td></tr>
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</tbody></table></div><div style="font: 13.0px Optima; margin: 8.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-78374011738793542682011-01-02T15:18:00.001-05:002011-05-22T10:41:28.039-04:00Happy 2011 - "Third Eye"<div style="text-align: justify;">Ringing in the New Year with my paint brush in hand. I've been working on something for the last month that has turned out to be a bit of an ordeal. I had started a piece months ago and set it aside as I worked on other things. When I returned to it, disaster befell the effort. I've spent the last few weeks trying to rescue my mess. I'm happy with my progress and hope to post it by the end of this month. As the paint became too wet to continue working, I turned to the pastels late in the day yesterday. Here's the first pastel piece of 2011. </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-XRvZUZbeXKgmFWxOp77SasbwWT6L3Va8tI2Yn6qgGuL9m3LdJVyfqvftLbXSZlFfcidk-3Q6RnR-lrlAo90tjQfCHOTYo5Ym45P6I6D-Cuy2vLxWGKCdXyyKva9LFIj5PfJ/s1600/Third+Eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-XRvZUZbeXKgmFWxOp77SasbwWT6L3Va8tI2Yn6qgGuL9m3LdJVyfqvftLbXSZlFfcidk-3Q6RnR-lrlAo90tjQfCHOTYo5Ym45P6I6D-Cuy2vLxWGKCdXyyKva9LFIj5PfJ/s400/Third+Eye.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Third Eye" Pastel on Paper (12x16)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm feeling a shift in what's happening with the pastels and am trying some new things. I do consider this the beginning of a transition for me, and I'm deciding if I actually like it or not.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is prospect of employment and an actual paycheck later this month. None too soon. My bank accounts are essentially empty. Almost nine months of unemployment have taken their toll. There may be some long term positive change on the work forefront as well. You'll know more when I do. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite the financial disaster that came with 2010, I had a good year overall. I worked continuously on my art and had some really great response to my work including a few sales. I made some great new friends during the year and got a little taste of something that may lead to a whole new career direction. In the end, I have to say that 2010 was a pretty damn good year. For now, I hope everyone has had a Happy New Year and is ready to dive in and take a big giant bite out of 2011. </div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">©2011 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-60680263756548098712010-11-15T09:53:00.001-05:002011-05-22T10:41:43.270-04:00Little Works<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ermYFvEgpV8/TOFGd3rNg_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/aSjeT6qh0gI/s1600/Single+Whip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="303" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ermYFvEgpV8/TOFGd3rNg_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/aSjeT6qh0gI/s320/Single+Whip.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Single Whip" Block Print (4x5)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Sold this original block print Saturday night. "Single Whip" is a Tai Chi Chuan posture an is a recurring subject for me over the years. I think this posture was the first moment that I truly connected to the movement in Tai Chi when I first started practicing. The buyer was very excited about the piece and had a whole list of reasons she connected to the work. I enjoyed listening to her talk about it.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been remiss in posting some of the block print work I've done recently and will try to correct that soon. It is a new medium and I have a lot to learn on every level of the process, but I enjoy it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had another night of good response to my work, which comes down this week. It has been a very positive experience for me and offered some enlightenment on how I need to show my work in the future. Moving all my work leaves me with a serious storage problem now because there are so many large works that I simply do not have room for in my apartment. Figuring this out is a common problem shared by many artists. What do you do with the pieces that have not yet sold? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">©2010 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-2591608605373438052010-11-07T10:57:00.001-05:002011-05-22T10:41:57.454-04:00Fall Back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2_qILy7ydmJVA3Y3NblmWhu7GBYXAzDLF7AQteh9JIBKLS9e7eStMIWJ6qwrjbChRTR61q1P2ANqhvxtIb1wgDfmpUdb3Q2nvNebyJczgLoNzz4uR3Nqi2sA-q80kDVARMtFi/s1600/Fall+Back+jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2_qILy7ydmJVA3Y3NblmWhu7GBYXAzDLF7AQteh9JIBKLS9e7eStMIWJ6qwrjbChRTR61q1P2ANqhvxtIb1wgDfmpUdb3Q2nvNebyJczgLoNzz4uR3Nqi2sA-q80kDVARMtFi/s320/Fall+Back+jpg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is a small piece I completed last night. I've been overdue for some pastel work and finally moved some paintings around so I could have access to the easel I use when doing pastels. My pastel work actually improved when I switched from a drawing table to standing at an easel. Evidently, I need the freedom of movement that comes when standing...even when the piece is small.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the good news front, it appears I've sold three pieces from my Featured Artist Exhibit at Gallery101. I say appears, because it's not definite until the buyer shows up when he says and forks over the money. He has contacted the gallery to make arrangements so keep your fingers crossed for me. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">©2010 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13402370.post-6463308398524545702010-10-25T23:42:00.003-04:002011-05-22T10:42:35.776-04:00Returning to My Roots<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paint Brush</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">One of those necessary evils of painting is taking the time to thoroughly clean my brushes from time to time. I liked the way they looked all lined up in the dish drain. Actually my afternoon was spent going through photographs and printing several of them. <br />
<a name='more'></a>I've been slowly easing back into doing more photography. My roots are in film photography and I still have some adjusting and a lot of learning to do in the digital realm. I'm experimenting with subject matter from what I've typically done in years past, which was mostly people like the shot below. We'll see what happens.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lester Jackson</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My art degree was in photography so it's kind of funny that my focus over the last few years has been painting and doing metal work. It took me a long time to make peace with the fact that I don't stay within a single medium...to let go of the ideal that I am on thing or another. So among other things, you'll see more photography from me in the coming months. The painting is continuing, but sometimes I have to wait for them to dry before continuing work. Other things should be happening in the down time. </div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Entry into the Featured Exhibit Space</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">On other fronts, I was the featured artist at Gallery101 in Fort Lauderdale for this month's Art Walk event and received very positive feedback from so many directions. It was quite the confidence booster. I can use the practice in talking to people about my work, something I find very uncomfortable much of the time.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside the Feature Space</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">There were 25 pieces up from small metal pieces to pastels and paintings. After we had it all up and ready I realized that all but four were works completed since October 2009. The more I thought about it, I realized that I have around 20 more showable/sellable pieces that were also completed during the last year. Taking stock of what I've been doing was something of an "ah ha" moment. Sometimes I get a little frustrated thinking that I'm not working consistently enough. I made a commitment last year to make my art my primary focus and I think I'm succeeding on that front. Now, I need to work harder at getting my work shown in a greater variety of venues and selling more. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">©2010 Cindy K. Shaw All Rights Reserved</span></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03245003237990572651noreply@blogger.com4