We use them everyday – and seldom think twice let alone take the time to really look at them intensely or appreciate them.
I thought I’d start a new series #singleobjects with the everyday stuff I stumble upon. Here’s what I got so far…
When I started painting about 3-4 years ago, I was enthusiastic and jumped into it head over heels. I tried a thousand different things – different media, styles, ways to create, ways to express, to record, to invent… and I bought color and canvasses, and paper and frames – and the things started piling up in my house – in every corner actually. Unlike poetry or music, paintings take up space…
Of course I overpainted the canvasses again and again and I sold quite some of my paintings to really good prices. I had an exhibition and people loved what I did and I sold more than I ever imagined I would.
Still – I painted loads of canvasses – and with every artist I visited, I saw the same – the paintings piled up in their studios in rows and rows, collecting dust – that made me sad – and mine seemed to choke me
Then a few weeks ago I read a book about Minimalism “Goodbye, Things” by Fumio Sasaki – and that kinda brought a breakthrough for me
I decided I would give most of my paintings away until I have about 10 canvasses left for a new start. Ten canvasses are a number I can handle – with 10 canvasses you can even do a small exhibit (which is in the planning for next year)
I won’t buy any new canvasses until something is sold so that things are staying small and manageable – and what can I say – the atelier is cleaned up and shiny and ready for action, the colors and canvasses are sorted – I breathe easier – and the joy is back… smiles
Our local library here does not only lend out books but you can also borrow original paintings by local artists.
I found this a really cool idea and offered them 3 of my paintings for their collection. They can be borrowed directly at the Stadtbibliothek Weil am Rhein for 6 months for a 15€ insurance fee each.
Maybe it’s a bit weird but… recently I visited an artist in their atelier.
There were hundreds of paintings from years and years back and some had already cobwebs round the edges.