Lost again – It’s been a while between blogs but I have always been here, doing something. Last October our family received some pretty horrible news and that is when I stopped painting.
It was instant
It was like I was being drained
I was numb
It wasn’t until recently when someone asked me why I’m not painting, it hit me. My answer just came out. “I know why I stopped. I always put a piece of me in my art, meaning, emotion, love, but I’m empty, I have nothing to give, nothing to put in so I can’t paint.”
It really is that simple
That doesn’t mean I have stopped creating. In fact if anything this news, consequent visit to Australia, time with my son, all inspired me to start something that I think has been brewing for years, carving. I started creating with resin, blended with wood but I wasn’t happy using just normal molds and creating “things”. I needed to do something more personal. You guessed it, hearts. It really must be my thing.
This new heart thing made me question the whole why, again, and it really comes back to one thing that I truly believe. Life is built on Love. You come into the world and the only thing you have is love and hopefully you leave with love and it is the only thing that exists once you have gone, loved by those who are left. (see https://lisateeartistry.com/lost-things/ for more)
The meaning of life is love.
Anyway back to the brewing thing. I, started simple, using wood from our Australian block, bringing that beauty out in a small piece of jewellery, blended with resin.
Then I found some old drift wood from here in Scotland and I started to see things in it. I finished a recent piece pictured here and I just wanted to keep touching it, feeling it in my hand.
It was then I remembered my ancestry and recognised the joy my great great great grandfather must have felt, having made something from a bit of wood with your own hands. He was a convict sent over to Tasmania but a skilled craftsman. He carved the chair that is still used in the Tasmanian parliament today.
This is when it all came together in my mind. One of my first poems, one of my first hearts, and the last thing I really “painted” during this horrible time. My art life boils down to what “is me”: my love for trees, my love for honesty, my love for life and my love for others.
At the heart of a tree is life
At the heart of life is love
At the heart of love is you (me)
My art is still all of that, trees, wood, love, life, but now in the form of jewellery, hearts with wood at the core. At the heart of it all, I am still putting out what is in me.
I have started drawing again, not picked up the paintbrush again yet but I’m sure it will happen soon.
I’m filling back up
Cheers
Lisa
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