Coming Home to Inspiration for a Life & Artistry

I’ve heard it said that you can never go home again. I don’t know if this is true or not. Last month I went home for the last time. What I discovered made me glow . . .

Can you feel it in this painting?

Each color juxtaposes another, shimmering reflections in the river where I played as a girl. I wish you could see this painting in person. It is three by four feet and glows when you stand beside it.

Reflected Brilliance by Dorothy Fagan
Reflected Brilliance, oil, 36″ x 48″

Coming Home

Revisiting my childhood home in October, I walked trails where I played as a kid.  It really struck me ~ how clearly and distinctly inspiration for my artistry was formulated ~ from a very early age.

I went home to attend a class reunion, though my family no longer lives in the area. It seemed a one-time window of opportunity to visit Mom and Dad’s grave and the graves of both sets of my grandparents. I found myself thinking of a trail where we’d hiked many times, down behind our house on the hill.

Waking up in the hotel Saturday morning, my attention was fixed on coffee and the wooden bridge where Dad and I’d taken a picture on a rock by the stream. Googling Panera, I quickly checked off the first order of business. Remembering that I would need cash for the reunion later in the day, google directed me to my bank.

Indian Lake
Indian Lake

Many roads looked unfamiliar when a sign “Indian Trail” sparked something vague. Around the narrow neighborhood street, Indian Lake appeared in full autumn splendor. Crimson trees reflected in deep ultramarine water, houses nestled closely together. I parked and got out of the car.

The only thing I remember of living in that little cottage on Indian Lake are two photographs. One of me with my sister, in a cardboard box on a sled ~ being pulled across the frozen lake. The other, a photo of me tethered to the tree in the yard ~ so I would not fall in the lake! We moved when I was 3.

Discovering My Vision for Life & Artistry

Visiting the places I walked with my dad, feels like stitching pieces of a quilt together. My new series of paintings, Coming to the River, is that quilt. In my next post, I will show you more of my inspiration for the quilt and how the pieces fit together.

Coming to the River Series
Muses of Tuscany Retreat
Oil Painting Gallery
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3 Dream Symbols You Should Know

If the world around you were a dream, what symbols would stand out?

Here are 3 dream symbols to get you started interpreting landscapes of the heart.

Marigold oil painting
Marigold, I Love You Buckets, oil, 6″ x 6″

Marigold, I Love You Buckets

The title of this small painting contains all three. Marigolds, buckets, wildflowers ~ so what do they mean?

Wildflowers

Let’s start with the last one first. The first thing I do is break the word into syllables. Wild flowers, or wild flow-ers ~ The first thing that pops to my mind is, “oh, I AM a wild flower!” A new way of seeing myself, I never thought of myself as a flower.

Then I catch myself re-reading the syllables, wild flow-ers, and the question of flowing comes to mind. Do I flow wildly? Am I a flow-er? Are we in the flow together? You get the idea.

Marigold

I had a pre-conceived idea of marigolds from long ago when they were the only flowers I could grow in my garden. So strong in my mind, I hesitated even to paint these at all. Yet I painted them anyway. So what do they mean? Could it mean that I am giving them a second chance? What else am I giving a second chance in life?

Mari -gold. Could Mari be a woman’s name? Could it mean marry? Be wed to an idea? or a way of doing things? What am I married to? Or is it an instruction for my second chance in life?

Gold? What does the color represent to you? Riches? Precious? Sacred? Write your thoughts in the comments below, or join me in a free online class Exploring the Meaning of Wildflowers & Dreams.

Buckets

So what about buckets? Why buckets and not flowerpots? Buck – it? Buck what? What do I really want to buck? Or is it a container??? If it holds love, what are we doing with it? Who is the bucket?

As you can see, interpreting just these three symbols raises more questions than answers. However, it is living with questions like these that moves the flow of inspiration. If one sticks in mind, write it down in a journal. Giving it physical form on the page magnifies the flow of ideas. Write anything else that flows with it.

Wildflowers at the Light House

Explore the Meaning of Wildflowers & Dreams

Wildflowers at the Light House is an interactive Healing Arts Project created to raise awareness and end violence. Join me in sharing wildflowers and sowing seeds of healing. Share this post and spread the seeds. Thank you for your support! ~ Dorothy Fagan


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I Love You Buckets

4 Loveladies Paintings

A week at the beach with my sister-in-law inspired this special collection of “Love Ladies.”

Pot of Gold by Dorothy Fagan
Pot of Gold

I took my easel and my sister-in-law with me for a long-awaited beach retreat. I hadn’t been in years. I selected Long Beach Island, New Jersey ~ a place with fond memories from years ago.

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Divas in the Sun

Painting in the village of Barnegat Light, I honed in on backyard gardens as subjects while Kathy went in search of her favorite birds.

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Stand Tall & Bloom

Painting outside a ladies dress shop called “Wildflowers by the Lighthouse,” a woman called “Cricket” waved from the 2nd floor window. Inside I met Patti who invited me to paint her garden in Loveladies, the town just south.

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I Love You Buckets

These special paintings are inspired by Patti’s garden and my special connection with my girlfriends. I don’t know what I’d do without them! Sister-in-laws, sisters, daughter-in-laws, aunties, girlfriends all.

The titles, the paintings, all dedicated to my sisters. I love you all!

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