Garden Party Inspires Wearable ART!

On Tuesday I painted the garden party at Mary Claire’s.

Wednesday shimmering hydrangea blooms, striped parasols, and wet winged butterflies fill my studio on hand painted rayon and poly crepe de chine. The garden party morphed into a collection of fabrics!

In high school I block printed fabric to make my own clothing. Sewing the first yard to create an off-the-shoulder top, I feel like a girl again.

Now I see EVERY painting as fabric. I hardly know where to begin! Perhaps you’ll tell me where you would start?

Wet Winged Butterflies

Butterfly Top
Butterfly Top in Warm Fusion, Cool Fusion is show above, available in rayon or soft Jersey, See ordering info>

Butterflies symbolize transformation. Metamorphosis, caterpillar dissolves to leave a wet winged butterfly emerging from her cocoon.

Hanging on the edge where one can see the sun and dark cocoon simultaneously, I’ve laced the wet winged butterflies with layers of energetic lines that change as you move in the light.  I Call it Butterfly Fusion.

Impossible to photograph, you’ll have to wear it to experience the full holographic effect. You’ll find them in my Online Trunk Show this summer only.

Morphing Art > Fabrics

Wearing my heart on my sleeve, I painted A Lily Pond of My Own triptych before I went to Tuscany. Now I’ve printed it on soft stretch Jersey and sewn it into a short kimono jacket with lime faux suede trim.

A Lily Pond of My Own

Dorothy Fagan fabric designer
Wearing my ‘art on my sleeve, the kimono jacket is created with fabric designed with my painting, “A Lily Pond of My Own!” See more like this in my online trunk show>

Here’s what the painting looks like. Three separate panels create a triptych mural, or each stands alone as a vertical 40″ x 30 oil painting.

So a top can be fashioned from any of the paintings.

ALilyPondofOwn, triptych mural
A Lily Pond of My Own triptych mural, 40″H x 90″L, oil on canvas, See more photos and pricing info>

Something’s Blooming

For example, here’s the top created from the center panel, Something’s Blooming.

Something'sBloomingTOP
Something’s Blooming Top, hand painted rayon or poly crepe de chine, See Pricing>

Hydrangea Heaven

Hydrangea Heaven Top, hand painted rayon or poly crepe de chine,
Hydrangea Heaven Top, hand painted rayon or poly crepe de chine, See purchase details>

Goddess Rising

My granddaughter Fiona was in the studio last week. “Is it a woman or a landscape?” she wanted to know.

I wrote about How I Discovered the Woman in the Mountain , but believe I stopped short of publishing the painting. It really is my favorite.

Goddess Rising Top in hand painted rayon or poly crepe de chine, See purchase info>
Goddess Rising Top in hand painted rayon or poly crepe de chine, See purchase info>

Goddess Rising is me trusting the Creator to take control of my life and painting. It’s what I learned from my Tuscan family, letting the colors seep into everyday life.

I really like her hat, as it feels like my head ~ filled with more ideas than I know what to do with!

And I like that trusting means flexing my faith muscle over and over again, each time I sigh and let go of the notion I need to know anyway.

Peace!

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.

sketching her out
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.

 

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.

sketchbook dreams

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.

sketchbook dreams

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

sketchbook dreams

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

sketchbook dreams

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

sketchbook dreams

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

Oh my! I wonder what else she can do?

sketchbook dreams

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

sketchbook dreams

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.

sketchbook dreams

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

sketchbook dreams

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

sketchbook dreams

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

sketchbook dreams

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.