03 November 2009

Towanda!

Towanda!  If you have ever seen the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes", you know that Towanda was the name for the assertive, warrior-like alter ego that the defiant young girl named Idgie had created.  Later in the movie, Evelyn, a depressed, middle aged woman starts using the call as she tears down walls and goes through some radical changes.

The last couple days I have felt nothing short of agitated.  Things are changing beyond my control and though I am trying to remain calm, I am feeling like I want to take a sledge hammer to a few walls or ram my car into the car rear ends of the young chickies that are being stupid.

Maybe it's the hot flashes.  Yes, they have started.  No, I never did have them before this.  Believe me, when you have them you won't have to guess what they are and if you are really having them.

I had a bunch of ladies here last month for a few days and it was, to my surprise, very fun.  Terry was not here, nor any men around - that would have changed the dynamics of everything.  I actually got to see women being women as they should be, not in competition, not being anything but just 'being".  Each one taking care of each other.  It made me realize how much I need more real, true girlfriends, (I do have a few :-) ) and not women that I am afraid are judging my every move.  (Thanks, Ladies, for a wonderful weekend!)

Look for radical changes in my art.  Or at least my approach to it.  I think it is time for me to kick ass.  Towanda!

October, 2009

27 October 2009

Lutherans

This article made me smile.  It's a good chuckle for those of us who grew up Lutheran ... and anyone who wants to know:
Why Lutherans Do What We Do - Thrivent magazine

:-)

22 October 2009

Autumn Sketches


I stayed home again today.  Still not feeling 100% great.  Seems I caught what everyone else seems to be "enjoying" - some kind of head crud that has made me dizzy with a swimming head.


I was a bit restless, though, and felt inspired so decided to paint.  When I finally got my rear in gear and got into my studio, I just stared at the paper.  So much for inspiration!  I looked out the window to daydream and saw the sun streaming through the trees .... and the inspiration returned.  This is the autumn I love.  60's and sunny!  

I'm attaching a link to my FB artist page and two more sketches I did today.  If it's unavailable to non-facebook users, I'll return and add the pics:  Click here to view all three Autumn Sketches
to see my whole page:  Cheryl Louise Johnson's Facebook Artist Page  If you're on FaceBook, become a Fan of my page to get all updates!

27 September 2009

Bridges to get you there, and stomachs along the way.

Bridge to the Other Side
18 x 24" Oil

I posted this painting when I first started my blog over a year ago, declared it unfinished, and said I would get back to it one day. It is an oil palette knife painting on canvas.

After looking at it again after much time, I have decided "it is finished"! ... and I didn't add another drop of paint.

Funny how that happens. I can work on a painting, like how it looks, think it is done and come back months later and realize I don't like it at all.... yet then this happens. I agonize and agonize over it, put it aside, and realize later it is exactly as I want it.

In this painting, the trees are ghostlike, without form. The only thing really alive is the flowing brook and the evergreens. There is a glimpse of light in the distance and a bridge to get to the other side.


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On another note. My stomach is HUGE! I look as though I am 6 months pregnant! In fact, I look bigger than I did at 6 months with my first born, because back then I had a shy stomach... it was very introverted, I am saying it went inward! With my first born I really didn't start showing until I was 6 months along. Granted, I am now heavier than I was full term with him, but the bulk of my weight is in my stomach area.

I have several benign growths that I have been told as I approach menopause will shrink and go away on their own. Supposedly this is "normal". Until then I will have people looking at me: "is she... or isn't she... no she's too old, she's just fat!" No one has offered to take them out. They gave me pain pills for when I have pain (yet they said it is more than likely not related... umm, who decides?) So here I sit looking like a poster child for the malnourished and feeling self-conscious that I can't suck my tummy in.

25 September 2009

Roger's Race Car

18 x 24" Acrylic
(Click to enlarge)

We went to LymeRock Park in Lakeville, CT (where Paul Newman used to race) last month to see Terry's brother, Roger, race one of his Porsches. Supposedly he is retiring after a race in Daytona in November, where all of his brothers and sisters (a family of eight kids) will get together all at once for the first time ever seeing him race. So the race at LymeRock was significant in that it was the last race we'd see, visiting him alone.

Over the past few years, we have seen Roger race several times, and he would always get us passes to drive down into the paddocks and park with the race car drivers. Of course, we would putt in with our little Miata and park behind the big rigs but then we would go off wandering around and no place was off limits to us. We felt special, somewhat important, even though all we did was hang out. In Louden we got to meet Carl Edwards at a Silver Crown race, Roger was partners with him. Now that more people know who Carl Edwards is, that's kinda cool 'cuz he's a really nice guy.

So, we have enjoyed the time we spent with Roger, enjoying his hobby, and we wanted to do something to commemorate the last race we went to alone and let him know how much we enjoyed and appreciate all he did for us.
He is a very generous soul and this is so small and insignificant in comparison.

I painted this picture of Roger passing another car (Ronnie Randall, another driver and former business acquaintance of ours) from a combination of pictures taken at Lime Rock in a part of the track called the "Esses". This was the vantage point we had though we were a bit higher up and further away in the infield spectator area. The countryside in the Berkshires is beautiful. The weather that weekend was perfect. The colors on Roger's car are so much fun (his is the blue and green one). I truly enjoyed painting this and I hope he enjoys it for many years.

Thank you, Roger.

24 September 2009

OK. I am waiting for inspiration.

Waiting for Inspiration
8 x 10" Gouache

(Click to enlarge)

Last night I came home, threw on my pjs and cuddly soft robe, grabbed my gouache, brushes and paper and plopped into my favorite chair. I don't usually paint sitting in front of the tv, with no good lighting, but I decided since I don't do needlepoint or knit like some do to be "productive", I would sketch with paint. And so I did. And this was my view. My feet. Occasionally Cleo would jump in there, drape herself across my legs trying to block my view, but with enough nudging and wiggling and bouncing my knees she eventually moves. Later, on another painting, it became a game for her to bat at the brush, so that's when I decided to put it away and go to bed.

Have you ever waited around for inspiration to hit? Then one day realized hours, days, months, years have past?


We recently visited Norman Rockwell's museum in Stockbridge, MA. (whoa, I just now realized I have been abbreviating Maine lately as MA... and not ME... argh...) Anyway, down in Massachusetts. It had been several years since we were there last, and things were moved around a bit and some things changed... but there still was a LOT to look at. His work amazes me. He was not considered a "real" artist in his time, but his following has been (and still is if the crazy amount of people visiting the museum was any indication!) tremendous. Kinda like Thomas Kincade, he has a lot of followers though I and a few others I know don't consider him a real artist, but instead a great marketing person. I'm not saying his stuff is not pretty, but it all looks alike and to me is tedious to look at. In fact it bugs me to look at it. Maybe this is how it was for Norman Rockwell in his day. Maybe someday I shall appreciate Thomas Kincade.


This is what Wikipedia has to say about Rockwell: "dismissed by serious art critics in his lifetime. Many of his works appear overly sweet in modern critics' eyes, especially the Saturday Evening Post covers, which tend toward idealistic or sentimentalized portrayals of American life - this has led to the often-deprecatory adjective "Rockwellesque." Consequently, Rockwell is not considered a "serious painter" by some contemporary artists, who often regard his work as bourgeois and kitsch." Yep, like Kincade of today.


Anyway, I walked through the museum in amazement, looking at every brush stroke, ever detail, every nuance. It half inspired me to strive to do better as an artist and return to the detail I once did in my work... and yet it half discouraged me by my realizing how much of an artist I really am not and can never seem to achieve.



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(If you've ever seen his work in person, you know that each of Rockwell's paintings are HUGE. Most are over 3' tall ... and then reduced to the size of a magazine cover. Also, it appears he had no trouble with inspiration. In his career he produced over 4000 paintings. That really IS inspiritus - Spirit breathed - INSPIRED.)

So here I sit. I've painted a few other paintings since my last posting, but have not posted them. Maybe I will soon. Right now I will sit, decide what I want to do, and await inspiration.

11 September 2009

Divided States of America

I wanted to add a link to a friend of mine's blog that pretty much sums up my thoughts on the subject I touched upon in my last posting:
I'm not Democrat or Republican, so I am not endorsing either party in anything I say or post. I think the government needs an overhaul of sorts, but I believe it begins with us. We the people. And we need to be united, not divided and bi-polar as we are. Maybe we should be renamed the DSA... Divided States of America.

04 September 2009

Politics. One of the three things I will no longer discuss.

I have the fortunate (or unfortunate) ability to see both sides of the coin.

When it comes to many issues in life, I can see and understand many different points of view. Some times this is good, sometimes it is frustrating.


Last night I went to bed with this posted on Facebook by a few of my friends:

"No one should die because they can't afford health care. No one should go broke because they get sick. No one should be unable to change jobs because of a "pre-existing condition." If you agree, please post this as your status for the rest of the day."

This morning I awoke to this:


"no one should die because health care is incompetently run by the same government that has failed at running everything else, and no U.S. citizen should go broke funding such a system. If you agree, please post this as your status for the rest of the day."


I both agree and disagree with each statement, but am extremely angered by both and the polarization of our country (ONE NATION UNDER GOD?!) so I refused to post either. This country needs to be put on Lithium for our Bi-polar disorder!!

It's not only what is being said in these statements, but what is NOT being said that irks me...

... and no one else seems to see it but me.



addictions.....

Wow! I am obsessed. I am addicted. I hear they have opened a rehab clinic in Seattle for people like me. Even when I am painting or working on anything not even remotely close to my computer, my computer has Facebook on it so I can go check it every once in a while. I've built a farm. On that farm I have a lot of animals that moo and crow and whinny. I grow and harvest crops for coins. Right now I have a field of sunflowers. Beautiful sunflowers. I'm not following anyone or stalking my kids, but I do make sure I read every update that shows up on my home page. And I comment when something strikes me. I comment when it doesn't. I just comment. My girls ask if I am on all the time. I am! It's insane! I even have updates sent as text messages to my phone. God forbid I miss a chance to comment on a comment someone made to me! Fortunately, I don't subscribe to internet on my phone... but with a laptop and wireless... I STILL AM CONNECTED! I knew when my parents went to the MN state fair the day after they went and they're not on FB. I watch TV, but never know what's on because I am preoccupied with the computer in my lap. I know more than I want to or need to know about all my friends political ideas, their religious preferences, what Disney character they are and what color describes their personalities. I play text twist and bricks breaking and jewel quest do all the quizzes and more... FARKLE I hate - but it beckons me everyday: "Com'on ROLL THE DICE!" And they're not even real! To all this I say - FARKLE!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody stop me!

Now to explore the idea of living without internet, getting rid of TV, going back to living civilly and avoiding discussions of sex, politics and religion.

Where's that bottle of wine?

22 August 2009

In a blogging mood... actually here is my BIO.

The following is my artist bio. Any suggestions?


Cheryl Louise Johnson

Cheryl Johnson comes from the land of the ice and snow, has lived in the Delta heat and now resides in the picturesque, idyllic countryside of New England.

Born to second generation Finnish Americans in Minneapolis, MN, she grew up with a deep Nordic heritage, and mostly in small towns and the countryside surrounding the “Little Apple”. Wandering through the woods and fields, riding bikes down dirt roads and daydreaming of places far away were a few of her favorite past times growing up and the observation of nature inspires a lot of her work today.

Over the years, her family took a lot of road trips around the US and with that and the years to follow, Cheryl has visited all 48 states in the continental US, meeting and observing people from every walk of life, seeing a variety of landscapes. The oldest of six kids, Cheryl learned a lot about responsibility and hard work growing up but hoped to one day live what she thought would be an easy life - having fun painting and drawing and getting paid for it. She learned at a young age she had a natural talent in art and knew one day she would grow up to be a “real artist”.

Married since 1980, with three grown kids, she and her husband love to travel and have been to countries around the world including Hong Kong, Macao, England and Finland. Every place she visits fulfills her dream of going to the far away places she dreamed about as a child and enriches her growth as an artist.

A self taught artist, Cheryl has built a following across the country through both sales of her art and volunteer work. She has lived on both sides of Tennessee, Memphis and Knoxville, where her children were born. After almost 10 years amongst flowering trees, barbecue and the Blues, she and her family moved to New Hampshire to once again enjoy outdoor activities and beautiful landscapes. Her artwork is in many private collections from coast to coast, the favorites being scenes from New England.

Cheryl is a graphic design artist pretending to be a painter. Her real love is painting, in both oils and acrylics, and when she can, she does. Her design work has included newsletters, logo design, web design, web graphics, work for print advertisement, photo manipulation, wiring diagram and line drawings and furniture decorating. She has been commissioned to do children portraiture, pen and inks of homes and buildings, pet portraits and scenes from other people’s travels and vacations. Working in many different medias, her favorite is whatever she is doing at the time. She and her husband own an electronics manufacturing company, in Bedford, NH of which she is the design department.

A love for color, positivity and perseverance are all themes that can be found in Cheryl’s work. She feels communication goes far beyond words which are often overused and a lot can be said with a single brush stroke. Even though she creates in one form or another everyday, when she paints, there is an eternal perspective to be shared without words. Cheryl believes that’s what being a “real artist”, and not taking one’s self so seriously, is all about.

Cheryl, her husband, and their two cats reside in Sunapee, NH.