Painting was called silent poetry and poetry speaking painting. ~Emerson

Dragon Breath
Laminated Collage 8.5″ x 11″
2006 HMBT
Available for sale
Good Friday to you all.
Here are my quotes for the day:
When I’m painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing. It’s only after a get acquainted period that I see what I’ve been about.
~Jackson Pollock
I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
Frida Kahlo
If I could say this I wouldn’t have to paint.
Pablo Picasso (1881 – 1973)
The act of painting is not a duplication of experience but the extension of experience on the plane of formal invention.
Stuart Davis (1894 – 1964)
So, I have been practicing, like a good little artist. I am working on learning the way of the knife. (painting knife)
So far I have totally wasted a bunch of paint and not really gotten where I wanted to go. No worries, I’ll get it. I am not one to quit just because it’s hard work.
The one thing that is really hard is not the learning…oh no, it’s not the learning. It’s the keeping up my spirits when I just spent hours on something and it turns to crap, at the last minute…that’s the hard thing.
Anyway, I will press on and get to where I want to be. I think my brain learns so very fast…it’s my muscle memory that is what is at least a couple days behind the brain. I know what I need to do technically, it’s that my hands and body have not gotten all the information yet.
Speaking of not getting the message…
Last night I had a dream and in the dream I was yelling at my own hands.
I’m sitting at a table and holding my hands up in front of my face…and having a long talk about how I am disappointed in them for not showing up to work.
I explained to them that the rest of the body had made it in on time, the body, you know the one… it showed up for the day…and where were you at hands? hhhmmmm?
Well, they called in sick for a day at the beach…don’t try to deny it, the rest of the body knows that was sand between you fingers…and we don’t even live near a coast anymore! Stinking lazy ass hands!
I woke up when one of my hands told me
“it’s allllll-riiight!”
Like hell it’s all right.
That’s what I was saying when I woke up.
Mate Man was like…what?!
I told him about my dream…and he asked me if everyone was at work today.
I told him so far…but you never know, because I heard rumors that the ass…it’s thinking of asking for a vacation…Oh, the nerve!
I will be at the easel all day today…
This time I think I might have the top half of the work completely understood…and I am working on learning the foreground. That’s hard!
I will get it, and it will be a wonderful work…when I get there.
No doubt!
Have a lovely weekend everyone…and for the love of all that is Holy…
buy some art from a living artist…
then everyone will know just how brilliant you really are.


  1. Cynthia
    November 9, 2007

    I love your collage at the top of the post! Wonderful…As to your dream – wow weird. I had a weird one too, but I can’t share in public. :0Sometimes I think if you set something aside and come back to it, tomorrow, next week, or even 6 months from now, it’s not as bad as you think – it’s just not what you expected at the moment when you were painting.

  2. San
    November 9, 2007

    Dreaming of yelling at your own hands–what a rich and compelling image! It’s fraught with a bit of danger and were I to bet on it, I’d say you’re on the verge of an artistic breakthrough, Heather.I have just spent several days in the studio. I know all about “donating” materials to the learning curve. Thank you for all of the juicy quotes from late, great artists. And your collage is way cool too. We sometimes flinch from that breath of the dragon, but it is in fact our own breath, isn’t it?When I’m sequestered in my studio, your blog won’t load on my laptop. Too bad, as I really enjoy it.

  3. andrea
    November 9, 2007

    Your dream is amazingly symbolic. On that note, my blog is full of my hands today (well, two hands and a link to a former post with my hand).PS Great collage

  4. Kathy Holmes
    November 9, 2007

    I had to quote you in a blog post earlier this week – about supporting living artists. :)As for my process, my conscious mind doesn’t really know the story. It’s my hands poised about the keyboard that tell the story.

  5. HMBT
    November 10, 2007

    Awwww, commom cynthia! Tell us your Dream! *Grins* Hi San! Stupid blogger not loading on a laptop…the nerve! I can’t wait to see what you have been up to in your studio. Yes I see the dragons breath as my symbol for my own imagination.Andrea, Hey did I win yet? Gotta go see your blog too!Kathy, hey my fair weather friend…er, I mean…now that you are in Oregon, Hello my gray days friend! I feel many times when I am working on art…that I dissapear. I cease to exsist on this plain, I become another being that is only held here by my simple act of working. Is it like that for you when you get in a groove with words? Do you dissapear too? *Grins, big, big*


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