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Why Watercolor?

October 24, 2010 · 11 comments

La Belle Femme 4 © 2010 Jean Burman

[see the the video clip below]

Why watercolor?

People ask me this all the time… like I have a choice [grin]

Don’t worry… I’ve asked myself this question a number of times over the years and still can’t come up with a decent answer.

I mean… it’s not like I’ve never wanted to quit. I have. And I did once… for a whole year!

During my year of self imposed [watercolor] exile… I painted only in acrylic and oil with the occasional charcoal sketch tossed in. But I never got over that empty aching feeling whenever I picked up a brush!

Something about watercolor keeps me coming back for more. Like a moth to the flame… the brush to the paper… the water to the paint *sigh*

The best explanation I can come up with is that watercolor has a certain magic that other mediums lack. There is something intangible about it. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. You know what it is… but you just can’t quite explain it.

There is a fluidity in the watercolor process… an expectation of the unexpected… an excitement in the impossible challenge.

This is a serious addiction I know [and watercolor artists the world over will agree!]

Watercolor is the quintessential challenge.

“If you can’t handle me at my worst…

then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best” – Marilyn Munroe

It has a well earned reputation for being difficult. But to me… watercolor is clever and brilliant and challenging and rewarding all rolled into one. But that’s not to say that just because it might come across all sophisticated and sassy… it can’t also be cruel and terrible and unforgiving and flat [and downright awful] all at the same time… and I might take a moment to focus on that.

Florida artist Jean Grastorf has described it like this… “every watercolor painting goes through an ugly stage” and I believe her. There comes a time in the making of every watercolor when the painting begins to look flat and uninteresting… tired and overworked [note: I'm talking about the painting here NOT the artist - the artist is never tired - and ALWAYS interesting - grin]

You start to second guess yourself… and wonder if you should toss it in and start again.  But the beauty of watercolor is the number of times a perfectly good watercolor is discovered on the easel the morning after the night before after it has had the chance to dry. Magic eh?

“Some people dream in technicolor… others dream in watercolor”

Watercolor requires us to trust the process more than any other medium. It demands that we submit to the paint… and the water… and the chemistry of both… and to allow what will be to simply BE.

We have to get out of the way and let it do it’s thing… and sometimes that’s the hardest thing to do!

This is where I think WATERCOLOR and LIFE have a lot in common.

Maybe that’s why I like it so much?

THE VIDEO CLIP

Here is a painting that I thought was beyond repair. I was called away in the middle of the initial wash and the consequent run back was extensive… catastrophic… and ugly.  But it just goes to show what a little bit of love and elbow grease can do. There is virtually nothing that can’t be fixed [and I reckon the scars that remain make her even more perfectly imperfect] I hope you enjoy the rescue of La Belle Femme 4.  She is made of watercolor and willow stick charcoal on 300lb Arches paper and measures 15″ x 30″ and is available for sale from Jean Burman Galleries via the Contact Page on this website.

Let me know what you think… leave a comment in the space below!

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I rarely get sick… but when I do… I have the habit of doing it rather spectacularly!

I’ve been under the weather for over a week now and I don’t want to be. But for now there’s not much I can do about it [except get better!] And the fact that I am writing this [at all] means I must be on the mend!

Progress!

I sometimes wonder if viruses aren’t nature’s way of slowing us down. Knocking us back into shape. And offering us the opportunity to take a breath and make a few recommended adjustments! [Grin]

Sometimes we get a bit out of sync.

We know we’re out of sync with what’s “meant to be” when life gets kind of clunky. We’re busy. We’re working. We’re doing all we can. But life’s not co-operating with the plan… [our plan!]

No surprises that there are a number of universal truths that might be at play here!

You WILL always get stuck in traffic on the one day you are late.
You WILL always get sick on the one day you miss your vitamins.
You WILL always miss the bus right before it rains.
You WILL always notice the speed camera right after you sail past the sign.
You WILL discover the hole under the arm of your favourite jumper just when you were getting comfortable in it!
You WILL only notice barking dogs crying children and the low distant thump of sub woofers when you’re sick and you’re trying to write!

You know what I mean… [chuckles]

Learning to accept what’s “meant to be” sometimes seems like the hardest thing!

But resistance is useless!

Life won’t be forced…
because Life IS the force! [grin]

Sometimes we just have to shrug and say
“For now THIS IS what’s meant to be!”
[And look for the lesson in there somewhere - grin]

Last night’s super cool giant oval orange moon – amazing eh?

John Lennon once wrote…
“Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans”
He was right.

It could just be those “other plans” that get us so unravelled…
and sometimes there is real value in letting them go!

Letting go allows “what will be” to simply BE…
and that’s [more often than not] when things just magically happen.

That’s all for now… paracetamol and back to bed!
Comments [and commiserations] gratefully received… and promptly replied to!

PS Take a look at this you tube clip. I have the DVD. Don’t you think Deepak has the most reassuringly soothing voice? (((chuckles)))

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Life Lesson 101

July 15, 2010 · 15 comments

Illustration Copyright © 2010 Jean Burman

This cartoon was so much fun to do. It brought back a truckload of childhood memories… of me and my little brother playing matchbox cars in the dirt in exchange for playing Barbie dolls and dress ups.  It was a tradeoff brought on by my mother promising me a little sister… and delivering a little brother instead. We eventually settled it amicably enough… and went on to become great playmates and the best of friends!

[B if you're reading this you can kill me later]

Ahhhh…

LIFE

Where on earth would we be without it?

[besides not here… I mean] *wink*

It turns out that what our parents told us… [and we never listened to at all] was true all along…

“Life is short” they said

But back then we couldn’t wait to be all grown up.

As kids we dreamed of having bedtime rights… power over our dinnertime vegetables… and freedom from ever having to eat anything either orange or brown and/or green ever again. We wanted to be big people and we wanted it now!

Remember how long those first 10 years took to go by?

Childhood went on for-ever!

[And here was me thinking that time was supposed to fly when you’re having fun]

But no matter which way you look at it… and despite how magical we might now remember those years to have been… all we really wanted back then was to be all grown up and just like them.

My mother used to always say “stop wishing your life away!”

[I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about - grin]

We kids played dress ups. We traipsed around our imaginary world in our mother’s high-heeled shoes and our father’s old shirts. We played house. We cooked imaginary dinner… we made tea… and went off to imaginary work. We couldn’t wait to grow up!

In our little world it was we who had the last say… just like the big people who really held sway in our lives… and were forever telling us when it was time for bed… and what would happen to us if we didn’t eat our peas!

The teenage years went by a little bit faster [but not much]… and were fraught with an awkwardness that most of us would probably now much rather forget.

At best they were just a means to an end that would bring us one more inconvenient step closer to our desired ideal of being grown up… independent… and magnificent… [IF we deigned to get with the program and hung in there long enough!]

And yes… I did say magnificent [because back then we not only thought it was entirely possible to become our true magnificent selves… we absolutely knew it was only a matter of time before we automatically would!]

When was it [I wonder] that we stopped thinking we could be magnificent?

Hold that thought.

You’ll need it later.

For most people the years after that really begin to wind out. We are now so busy getting on with our new “grown up” life… that we very soon forget to notice that time is literally disappearing before our very eyes… along with our well intentioned dreams… our hopes… and our precisely laid out plans!

From here on in… the daily living of “the necessary life” begins to suck the life right out of the living of it [which incidentally gives real clout to the old adage… “the hurrier I go the behinder I get!”]

For most people the wake up call comes in the midst of life… at a time when our seemingly insurmountable responsibilities and endless challenges reach an all time high. We realise as if for the first time that we have been living our life on an ever faster spinning wheel.

We wake up one morning and look around our lives and wonder where the time went… what happened to our dreams… and wonder why our life now looks so different to the one we had envisioned for ourselves… back in those heady happy days… running around the backyard bogged up to the ankles in our mother’s high heeled shoes!

“We all only have today” my Grandmother used to say.

[I had trouble negotiating this idea as a child…but I could tell by the tone of her voice that the message was a "grave" one - grin]

Did we really wish our lives away?

Or more importantly…

“Are we wasting the time we have right now?

Fortunately it’s never too late to reclaim “the time of your life!”

But let’s do it sooner… rather than later.

Regardless of how old you are… [or how young you might still be for that matter]

There has never been a better time than NOW

To realise your hopes and dreams!

Go on… get out there and

BE AMAZING!

This Post was written in response to a request from fellow Blogger Abubakar Jamil for submissions to his Life Lessons series.  I enjoyed the opportunity to explore and revisit some of the deep and dreamy recesses of my childhood memories here. [Grin] Thank you!

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The ancient Greeks didn’t write Eulogies.  They asked just one question when a man died…”Did he have passion?” – Serendipity 2001

Artwork & all Content © 2010 Jean Burman

Passion is power. It’s the spark that lights the fire… that drives the engine… that powers the purpose… that gets the whole darned show on the road. But it’s a risky business. Seriously. Hopes and dreams will be quashed. Hearts can and will be broken… [probably more than a couple of times!] But what are the choices here? Honestly… there aren’t any.

Because a life lived without passion is a life half-lived.

There is no secret to having passion. Anyone can have it.

It’s a choice. An attitude. A viewpoint.

“Passion makes the world a better place. It gives [every] job a purpose. It warms the heart. And nourishes the mind. It lights us up from the inside out… and elevates an ordinary everyday into an extra-ordinary experience”

Passion.

Anyone who gives a damn has already got it.
Anyone who ever achieved anything has had to [firstly] find it.
Anyone who wants it badly enough can go within and get it – [you can't look for it on the outside - because you won't find it there]

And it won’t always be easy.

Passion challenges the status quo. It asks the difficult questions. And demands an adequate answer. It holds us to account. It keeps it real. It forces the hard decisions. And offers impossible choices. But it also shows us who we are…. or who we could be… and the stuff we’re really made of!

Passion makes every single thing in life worthwhile. It delivers energy enthusiasm drive and follow through. [It goes without saying that when you love something you're going to want to do it well and often!]

Passion and greatness are within the grasp of everyone. And by greatness we’re not talking fame… [big difference - grin]

Anyone can be Famous… not everyone will be Great!

Passion can be found in the smallest of places… in the humblest of circumstances… and in the darkest of situations. It’s not the job… it’s how you work at it!

The possibilities and opportunities for anyone who wants to find their passion are endless. So here’s the challenge… if you’re brave enough [and you haven't found it already]

Look for the passion that will make your life great!

No matter how hard it is to find.
No matter how long it takes.
No matter how much it might hurt.
No matter how many times you might fail
… or what you might lose.

No excuses.

No regrets.

Because there can be no regrets in the quest for a life lived with passion. There is no downside.

When we do the stuff we love… and surround ourselves with the people who make our heart sing… we will see ourselves for who we really are. And if we have found our passion… and lived it well… there’s a pretty good chance we will like what we see!

So waddayareckon?  Do you want to go out with your heart on fire and your wheels still spinning?

Okay… I’ll race you to the corner!

You start (((chuckles)))

Aunty Heather is 96. She lost the love of her life 4 years ago… but continues to paint.
She recently swapped her oil paints for acrylics.
She loves how the brushes wash out in water!
I just love her!

Comments [as always] are very welcome…
or as you might have noticed I now have a little doover [aussie slang for thingamebob]
below which you can click on to share this post on Facebook or Twitter if you enjoyed it here.
Up to you… but I’d kinda like to see if it works! [grin]

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