Wall Flowers

Name could be construed as a double entendre. Yes, they are flowers and yep, they are upon my wall. Also not-so-coincidentally the name of one of my favourite Peter Gabriel songs (“though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten here…” Chills anyone?).

Again, these painting arose simply out of the need to fill a space on a wall in my new house. I can’t say I am a fan of sunflowers in particular (or flowers in general – sunflower, dandelion… they all look the same to me ), but do like the way they turned out.

The other nice thing about these is that, unlike a wall hanging, I can paint these in one or two sittings. So there is a bit of instant gratification, which is a nice change from staring at the same canvas for weeks on end.

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Hanging 14 untitled

This was originally done for my new house, but realized once I hung it up that the red in the painting was a bit too much for my deep terra cotta walls. Oddly enough, Rhonda had recently renovated her place, and this fit PERFECTLY into the space and colour scheme her bedroom (eerily so), so it didn’t take long for this hanging to find the perfect owner and home that matched it so completely.

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Hanging 12 – Untitled

This one went to Delores for her partner in crime. I used the turtle and the lizard as symbolism in this hanging, as well as my 2 different images of the sun / moon. Much of this was also done right-handed (injured my hand painting Pending Sun) as there was a rush to get it done so she could give it to him for Christmas. How I suffer for my art!

Went retro while painting this one, 80s tunes were the order of the day. China Crisis’s “Wishful Thinking” and Ric Ocasek’s “Emotion in Motion” were played at least more than once…

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Pending Sun

This name came when I took a photo of this hanging when I was half way done. I absentmindedly titled the jpg “Pending Sun” because it wasn’t yet complete. It just stuck.

This one sent me to physiotherapy for the first time with tendonitis. I sometimes become so involved while painting I don’t notice the time go by, and certainly don’t feel like stopping just because I get an intense sharp shooting pain through my hand. Sometimes I will paint for up to 12 hours straight. I think I’d painted for about 3 days straight over a long weekend with this one, and when I got into work and suddenly couldn’t move my hand, let alone hold a pen or type, I knew I was in trouble. Had the paw bandaged up, and was in intense physio for the next 6 weeks before I was allowed to paint again. Luckily my physio-terrorist was also an artist
(carver) so he understood the intensity and focus artists get while they are working. Didn’t make the treatment any less torturous though! And of course… little did I know then that I would be again at his mercy a year and a half later (June/July 2005) for the same ailment.

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Hanging 11 – untitled

This design has been a bit of an evolving work in progress, but definitely one of my favourites which is why I have done so many of them.

It has the sun and moon I use quite often, followed by a different take on the cycle of life (why I found it appropriate to give to the hospice). The bird (yin and yang) for flight, and the whale for perseverance.

This is one of the pieces I donated to the Sarcee Hospice, where I work (when I have time… sorry Sandy, I’ve been really busy… honest!!!) as a Palliative Care Crisis Volunteer.

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Outside In – Hospice donation

I got the idea from this one from a very intense fall we had this year. The colours were so concentrated and intense, I wanted to bring the ambience of what was outside my window inside my house.

I also put the animal I associate myself most with, the Otter.

This hanging was also donated to the Sarcee Hospice, as again, the imagery inside of it seemed appropriate for the spirit of the hospice. The hangings tells of adaptability, philosophy, protection, and connection.

I also wanted to just go a bit crazy with the border, just to see what came out, just to show that even a non-pattern can still essentially be a pattern (Ken Wilber writes there is still a pattern on the wall of nothingness).

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Adrianne