Change

I have been repeatedly been spoken to by the Universe and it keeps saying the word “Change”.

Change is coming. I can feel it. Seasons are changing. Life is changing.

The world is changing. I think we have been forced to open our eyes. Wake up and deal with our biggest and toughest problems.

This time of year is hard for me. The loss of my only sibling and my best friend came while the leaves were falling. Those events changed me.

Now I am facing a change in my location. Moving is change. Hopes and dreams are being realized. As well as work, the hard work of letting go of many things decluttering, to change our life.

The world is changing. Over the past 15 years hate has crept back into our society. Greed and Power have turned our civilization into a divided nation.

We have enjoyed the peace and forgotten our history. We remember the nice history bits, not the not so nice truths. Like Wounded Knee, where our ancestors tried to destroy a group of people, probably because of money and hate in thier hearts, with guns.

Guns have Changed as well. What my dad used to feed our family when he had no work, is now just a toy. Replaced by machines that once were only aloud by the military. I remember seeing a photograph of an automatic weapon used by a Vietnam veteran. He came to our class. The young boys would want to play with these guns. So they had to sign up for basic training, become men and bravely protect our country.

My artwork is changing. My artwork is me. I look at the world around me and choose what inspires me.

The season, life, the world, my art and I are in a transition. Some changes we can not control. Others we can control. I can not control the seasons, but I can control most things in my life. I am struggling with our ability to change the world. I want a world of love not hate.

Fear of change. I think at this point I am more afraid of not changing. It is going to be very hard and it is going to be scary, yet I don’t think we have a choice. Everything must change, evolve.

Today I use black in my painting, not to make it darker, but to enhance and make the colors brighter.

So my artwork will change with me. I want to plant the seeds of change.

Although beware of an artist who decides to make a change.

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Intuition

Sometimes you just need to stop thinking and make art.

I was cleaning my studio and found some old gouache paints, and spontaneously started painting.

I decided to not care what anyone thought about my art.

I don’t show my emotions much, but this week I needed to get them outside my body.

Playing with negitive space, I wish I could get lost in it.

Usually I try to make my paintings pretty, this one is not.

I am thinking very much about the earth and hoping we can repair the damage.

The water…I need more intense color. The earth needs intensive care.

I am in a mood today, not sure thier is a word to define it. Change is coming and I can feel it. It feels like the calm before a storm.

Im not the best artist, but I need to make art. Time disappears when I paint.

Roots… grounding to the earth. Attaching us to earth. Strength. The roots remind me of the synapses in the brain. Interesting.

Plants and humans have always been part of my art, reoccurring theme. Some people are animal people, not me I am a plant person.

“I just let the ideas wash over me”-Colette O’Brian

Breathe

Life, when I think of life I automatically think of my boys first, then my heart.

When painting with your intuition you have to feel when to leave things be. Let go of control. This is not my strong point.

Midnight sky with silver jewels.

Trees remind me to beathe. They give us air to breath, as well as being breathtakingly beautiful.

I am painting this for me, to keep me breathing.

I am aging, my eyes are starting to get blurry and my fingers hurt sometimes. My artwork will probably change, but I will work until I can not breath.

Will anyone like my work of art? This question I believe is in the heart of every artist. It is like a high and a low. I question if this is the cause of many artist emotional problems. It plagues me. I think it is from a deep feeling, that I care too much. Care too much about everything.

Bending in the wind, trees become stronger.

Standing strait is a sign of strength, I think of military. What an illusion. Bending, being flexible to the change around you, is so much stronger.

Plant trees…I hear so many people make the excuse, “it takes to long to get any shade”. Stop! We should plant trees for our children. We need to clean up this mess of a world for our children. Stop thinking about ourselves and care about our children. Now and for the future.

I can’t watch the news. I care too much. It physically hurt me to see the world news.

Painting negitive space again how ironic. There must be dark with light. So we notice everything. My paintings usually do not have dark. I paint for my soul. I want to throw away the dark. I think I read somewhere that Renoir and I think Cezanne did just that.

Balance…I am working on balancing the painting. Balancing life is hard.

Next I paint the sun. Light is the opposite of dark. We need light to live. We need dark to rest.

Plants use the sunlight for energy.

I love plants. They heal me. They make my heart beat.

My signature is in my heart. Literally. My original print, only I can make it. I care too much.

Trust your intuition.

Garden Thyme in Bishop Hill

Bishop Hill, IL
“Peace on Earth ” 16″×20″ acrylic painting on gallery wrapped canvas. Painted by artist Katrina Morrison.

 

Garden Thyme is a gallery/studio that is located in the most beautiful historic place in Illinois named Bishop Hill.  As an artist I have been drawn to this peaceful village founded by Swedish Immigrants. (I don’t believe I am a Swedish, but I would love to be)  I feel like this is where I am supposed to be.  It is so inspiring, peaceful and calm on most days. Then on other days the village is filled with people during traditional events planned by volunteers, many of them descendants of the original Swedish immigrants.

So I am a tranplant.  I  opened Garden Thyme in August 1, 2015 to show my artwork and to give my son and I a place to make art together.  My son Alex has autism, and although I  spent 4 years in college and many more working on my art. He was a better artist at 5 years old.  He is now 18 and graduated from high school. Since the state of Illinois has no services for him I am making our little studio/gallery his place to work and meet people.

Soon we will live and work in Bishop Hill and I  can’t wait for the future.

 

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