This piece was created in one night. I took the paper that already had sawdust prepped on it and I began adding shapes and colors. My goal was to manage some heavy Post Traumatic Stress Disorder symptoms I was having.
I thought to myself, I want to go to sleep, but I can't. I just kept painting. Painting what? At first I didn't know but as I focused I knew I wanted a woman in a thick field of flowers with her hair wild in the breeze. I kept painting. Her face was divided, half gold, half multi-colored. Her eyes look up or roll up to the sky. Black birds flutter in some areas but soar in others. Their wings are out strong and high, no hesitation, no fear of flying. There are 8 black birds in all. They're in the sky, her hair, on her white chest and in the flowers below. ...continue reading "Let Her Fly"
The art site is going to change a little bit. I'm going to talk openly about the process of the painting and the feelings associated with it. I'm not going to journal issues like I do on my personal blog, but I'm going to be a lot more open about the feelings associated with my paintings.
I was a bit worried about taking the art site to the next level. I worried about posting art that looks crazy, but ya know what? This art site is about healing from PTSD. Post Traumatic Stress disorder can make you feel crazy. It can be confusing and consume you. I use art so I'm not gulped up by the issues associated with trauma. So yes, there may be art that looks a bit 'mentally ill', full of chaos or even crazy, but that's fine. It's my truth in art.
I'm finding the new painting more emotionally taxing than I expected it to be. I decided to go ahead and photograph the steps so I can see it morph into its final state. The painting is called Stay. Dr. D and I talked about what it means. We talked about how the older woman (mother) has her hands around the daughter's shoulder and over her heart. The younger girl (daughter) has her hand on the mother's arm and one arm facing down. The daughter seems to pull back a little bit but she still holds on. Stay means too many things to count. Stay and be safe. Stay and be my mother. Stay and be my friend, be what I need you to be, just stay. The painting is harder than I thought it would be to complete, but complete it I will. And I'll photograph the creative journey. I like to see how the painting grows to completion.
The dream I had was a terrible one. When I woke I felt sick inside. I lay there thinking of what my doctor said, you can change your dreams. He said if I don't like the way the dream ended then I can write out exactly how the dream happened then write how I want the dream to end. Instead of writing in dream therapy I decided to paint the new ending.
DREAM: In the dream there were children covered in dust and embedded in the cliffs of a winding mountain road. Boys and girls dressed in peasant sack cloth, hung in vertical lines. As if this were a normal sight, cars drove past, without a thought, spitting more and more dust until they one by one became stone.
NEW: Of course I cannot live with that dream. I'm not sure how I would have written a better dream, so I painted it. In this painting you see a dry canyon washed in white. There's a young woman of power with a white owl watching a young woman deeper in the canyon climb her way up. To assist the climb is a large hawk flying above her. He flies straight towards the sun. ...continue reading "The Sun Rises on Dust and Clay"
Sometimes a girl has to go Avante Garde and that's exactly what I did with this piece.
This painting called Lucid was created by using wet acrylics allowed to flow into each other to create a surreal, colorful yet shadowy, mysterious atmosphere. The blue face is part of the sky line and everything flows from her. From her head rises white clouds that crack and become mist that surrounds a shadowy black figure which is also her hair. The clouds flow over him, around and above him to form a bare white tree. The white tree and the shadowy figure stand on the a mix of yellow, green and blue earthly shoulders.
This is an original painting in acrylic and ink on reclaimed canvas. The painting shows a female face at the edge of the canvas. She's holding her breath under a sea of color. Her hair is red and yellow flames of fire that never extinguish. Even though black and turquoise water rush over her, she will resurface.
I had no idea there would be a series of paintings called PTSD but there is. . .
In PTSD No3 there's a river that flows from the sky right through the woman, past the eyes and forms the figures dress. The dress runs over the brick wall and simply stops. The paint on the brick wall has bits of stone mixed in making this piece multidimensional. I had to mix in a bit of stone with the sunflower painting because sunflowers in stone is significant to me. There are also tiny little details, layer upon layer of color and edge to edge movement which all comes together to form PTSD No3 Whisper.
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Faith M. Austin
Sweet, sweet Gardenia why won't you smile?
The earth offers the power of blossoms as the
Heavens exhale in color
Sweet, sweet Gardenia, why won't you open your eyes?
Crumbling soul, child of despair
Please I say, open your eyes.
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Painting details: 4 x 6 mixed media painting, wood crackle medium, black folk art child, eyes closed, purple and red dress. Signed, dated, mounted on black mat. A handwritten copy of the poem is included with the painting.
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F. Magdalene Austin
Pull to Pieces is a small oil painting (5 x 7) created with the aide of a toothpick. One of the fun things about this painting is that it is painted whole and strong at the top but it begins to crack and mute towards the bottom.