See the one I’m working on today

Can you see the woman in the landscape?

Perhaps not yet. I discovered her in another painting several weeks ago. Since then I’ve noticed she’s in a LOT of my paintings!

Dorothy Fagan Studio
Blocking in a new painting

See the one I’m working on today

Inspired by the idea of an abstract woman in my landscapes, a new way of looking at the blank canvas engages me in the studio. More questions than answers, I am intrigued to discover who she really is!

The small painting on the left easel is my inspiration for the large canvas. I have already painted a Gold Ochre underpainting with oil paint. This gives the canvas some tooth to resist my brush strokes.

close up view
A close up view shows how I am marking out the main forms and shapes of my composition.

Sketching Her Out

Using full strength pigment oil paint, without any medium to thin it, I block in the forms and shapes to fill my canvas. This is where I put my body into the painting. Just the size of the canvas itself is approximately the same as my body. This canvas is 30″ wide and 40″ tall, about the size of an adult woman.

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Can you see in the thumbnail sketches in my journal, how these simple shapes translate onto the large canvas?

In the journal she is 2″ tall. On the color study she grows to 14″ Then on the large painting she mushrooms to 40″ ~ a full grown woman.

There is a lot you can’t see about her in the sketchbook that blooms in vibrant color on the 14″ study. And there is a LOT more yet to be articulated in the full size painting.

This painting is part of my Awakening Hearts Series. She doesn’t have a name yet. Perhaps I’ll take suggestions as we go along painting her. Post your suggestions in the comments below.

 

Happiness Grows Between the Cracks

A wonderful weekend with my sister-in-law is still giving me smiles every time I think about our couple of days at the beach together. I don’t get to see her very often, yet she doesn’t feel far away at all.

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Happiness Grows Between the Cracks, Mixed Media Fusion on panel, 12 x 16

Happiness Grows Between the Cracks

Happiness Grows Between the Cracks

I started this painting that weekend as we were watching the sun set. She wandered along the water’s edge, while dashed out a few notes on these flowers catching the last light. Then we went to dinner.

It’s been over 6 months ago, yet the warmth I felt there is still aglow. You can see it in the shapes and rhythm of the flowers and their shadows in this painting.  To me the flowers feel like joyful dancers, as puppets in the sunlight playing with their shadows.

The title? It just came to me. I guess I finally let it in!

 

Waking Dream ~ How I Discovered the Woman in the Mountain

Filling four pages in my journal, Squares, lines, a bird . . . an ancient bronze stick figure, then an abstract woman peeking her head over the mountain!

Trying to sketch a dream in my journal this morning, I filled four pages with scribbly boxes and abstract shapes.

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I’d never have considered painting such simple compositions. But my sketchbox trunk show had changed the rules. Now I can experiment.

Squares, lines, floating leaves, a bird . . . perhaps they could be designs for the backsides of pillows.

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an ancient bronze stick figure I’d seen in the Etruscan collection of the Vatican Museum.

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Then suddenly I saw it ~ an abstract woman peeking her head over the mountain!

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Three squares had clustered together in the valley and formed her heart.

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In the next box, she had arms. Outstretched mountains embracing the world.

Oh my! I wonder what else she can do?

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Emotion filled her shapes and i could feel her heart beating. I wonder if she can pray .. .

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I tried to sketch two hands clasped together. And then I saw her hip raised up out of the earth. Two hands praying . . . or a dancing woman with arms overhead.

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Without thinking I drew the reservoir, the mountain protecting it. And the sky rained stars down to fill it.

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The night sky filled with sparkly white stars on a deep Cobalt Blue field.

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Her heart joined forces clustering with those nearby. Head rising up, I could feel her strength growing.

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I wonder where this story is going? I see the paintings clearly. The colors, shapes, textures, the magic of painting them. I can’t wait to get started.