This WAW was pretty small, it was at my house, Melanie, with Joan, Audrey and Jen. I made lasagna with a salad and some Italian bread. And Audrey and Jen brought fresh fruit and cream for dessert. I’ve been attending WAW for a few months now and there are a couple things that have kept coming up and I thought I would mention some of them today.

Under Paintings

I don’t typically do under paintings. I don’t have the patience; I just want to dive right in. The only under painting I sometimes have is when I paint over a previous painting I didn’t like. Some members always paint under paintings. Some of their under paintings I LOVE and want them to stop painting and just leave it how it is. Joan and I had a whole conversation about this, one of her under paintings I loved and told her to leave it alone; she said I would like it better when she was finished. When she finished, while I did like the end result, I still preferred the under painting to the finished version. I think this comes down to personal aesthetic. I liked the colorful, semi-abstract under painting. I think it’s expressive and colorful and loose.

Less is More

Sometimes you just have to know when to stop. Painting in acrylic is difficult because you can keep changing and repainting and fixing every little detail of your painting until you drive yourself crazy. It’s very important to be able to realize when to stop. Most people in the group are professional artists so they have mastered this art of when to stop. However, sometimes it’s still hard and in our group painting setting it’s great to have other artist’s there to get a 2^nd, 3^rd or 4^th opinion on whether you are truly finished or not.

Trying to Figure Out What to Paint

 Every week once we finish dinner we face the task of deciding what to paint! One time Audrey came with a finished painting she had done earlier in the day, just so she would have a finished product at the end of the night, and it wouldn’t be as stressful to decide what to paint. Typically we look around the host’s home to see if there are any interesting objects to paint. This week in particular Audrey painted some tomatoes on the vine I had on my counter, Joan had brought a photograph she took to work from and Jen drew inspiration from a magazine I had laying around. I always feel stressed out when it comes time to decide what to paint. The possibilities are endless. I also want to be able to finish the painting within the night or at least within 2 weeks. Lately I’ve looked at WAW as a way to test out my ideas for other art work I want to do. It helps to execute the idea in paint to get an idea of the end result. I am not a painter. Yes I can paint but it is not my preferred medium, printmaking is and glass (fused and stained). Both are very process based and you have to go through many steps before you get the finished product so I find it very helpful to experiment in paint with my ideas I want to execute in printing or glass.

The Importance of Good Food

 Enough said.

Being Exactly Where You Should Be

Two weeks ago (sorry this is so late!) WAW was at Donna’s house, complete with delicious gumbo, string beans, rice and salad. Donna made the best chocolate chip cookies with orange zest in them! I can’t wait try that next time I make cookies.

This post is hard to write because I had so many thoughts after I left Donna’s house but I didn’t know how to say exactly what I was thinking. So here’s my attempt at that… This week in particular we talked a lot about lives and about different paths and choices and where they lead you. Everyone had different opinions and it was interesting to listen to their paths. This is more relevant to a few members of the group and me because we graduated college a year ago. What I got out of this evening was how important it is to feel like you are exactly where you should be.

Mother Artist

Driving home from WAW this week I began to think about what the heck I was going to blog about this week. I made the same mistake I always do of enjoying myself so much that I couldn’t even remember what we had talked about. The tastes of whole roasted chickens, rich and nutty quinoa salad with brown rice, apples, tomatoes, and fennel, and blueberry crumb cake kept swimming back into my memory. The colors on my palette, the wine in my glass, and that feeling of the week’s stress melting away were still vivid, but what had we talked about?

A Joni Mitchell song came on the radio and suddenly I knew exactly what I wanted to write about: my mom. This topic couldn’t be more appropriate this week with the birth of Alex’s baby (maybe we will start him on Milk Art Wednesday…) and with Mother’s Day coming up this weekend. I thought this was a great time to think about how our mothers have shaped us all in one way or another. Like great painters, our mothers laid down the base colors, provided us with a background, and then hopefully handed the paintbrush over to us to finish for ourselves.

But back to Joni Mitchell…Mom had always listened to Joni and it was a part of her that never held much weight with me as I was growing up. Her songs were light and pretty or dark and brooding and were little more than familiar sounds that I often heard coming from the stereo in the living room. It wasn’t until I started college freshman year that I finally got it, I understood why mom had been listening to Joni for so long. I experienced my first real brushes with independence, loneliness, and heartbreak and suddenly realized how desperately I needed all of Joni’s songs on my ipod. I was homesick and wanted my Mommy so Joni was the next best thing. Her songs were beautiful and heartbreaking and meant so much now that I was actually listening to them and singing along with the understanding that came with life experience. My mom had been onto something great for years and I had no idea what I was missing.

We learn such amazing things from our mothers even if you can’t always agree with her taste in music. I learned sensitivity, love of seeing and experiencing beautiful things, and how difficult but important it is to keep reinventing yourself when life isn’t going your way. When we were kids, my sister and I used to beg mom to draw pictures of ourselves doing whatever we wanted. She would draw me as a nurse, a ballerina (I’m glad that one didn’t work out) or as a chef (slightly more realistic) and we would fiercely color them in. I didn’t realize it until now, but she was illustrating the fact that we could be anything in the world and it did wonders to develop our imaginations and sense of adventure about life. I don’t pretend to be anywhere as good of an artist as Mom is, but she fostered that creativity in me from a young age and I’m endlessly thankful that she was interested in the arts and not sports.

Ok stop tearing up now, we also learned a lot of how not be from our mothers. Our conversation about Madmen reminded us that some of our mothers unknowingly smoke and drank during their pregnancies and if nothing else perpetuated ridiculously uncomfortable undergarments for wayyyyyy too long! Garter belts? Girdles? No thanks! But my thoughts about my own mother did make me think about how every one of the WAW ladies is a product of their mother somehow, good or bad. We are so happy for new momma Alex and new grandmother Joan and hope that soon we can have three generations of artists at a WAW, probably expect some finger painting!