I have a collection of teas and teapots that sit on my counter. Today, I noticed how colourful the current collection looks, so I drew it up, straight in with ink, quickly and trying to not worry about accuracy, and then added paint.
Thanks for stopping by and take care during this pandemic.
I set up the stall in semi-darkness this morning. On Thursday, when it was raining (the rain is very welcome) I was walking to work at about 6:45 a.m., while it was dark, and my left foot stepped into a massive puddle that I didn’t see. The water went over my entire shoe and I spent the rest of the day squish-squashing every time I took a step.
A couple, whose three children, who now have children of their own, bought three prints to post to two living in Boston, USA, and the other in Toronto, Canada. (They are lamenting that their grandchildren are living on the other side of the earth). They are posting: “Emu Boogie”, “Surfing Clifton Beach, Tasmania” and “Lazy Days” prints.
A framed “Duck Crossing” is going to her first grandchild, one year old, Ava, in Adelaide, SA. Wendy, affectionately named ‘Wendy Wombat’, after walking the Overland Track about nine years ago, her reactions and love for wombats earned her this name that has stuck over the years. She’s has a lot of wombat pictures and ornaments but she couldn’t resist the Sleepy head wombat series of prints.
A couple, he originally from South Africa and she from Australia, purchased “Christmas Siesta”, “Lost Worlds”and “Rising Above It”. Actually, about four Christmas Siestas sold today. Another “Rising Above It” was purchased by a young lady from Brazil.
A couple bought a “Glamour Girls” print for her sister who lives in Germany and is a hairdresser. A young Scottish couple, both doctors who have finished one year of working at the Royal Adelaide Hospital and are heading back to Scotland, purchased a “Sea Life” print.
Then I met Arianne from Saint Julienne, Canada.
Once again, I took the opportunity to try to haul out my French from the crevices of my long-term memory. I told her it was easier to maintain my French speaking skills in Canada, where everything you buy is written in English and French. I used to read the products’ French instructions and blurb daily, which went a long way to helping me retain my French. In Australia, virtually everything is presented only in English. Arianne said I should have my prints’ back information in both French and English, reflect my heritage. I thought this is a great idea and could help people in the same situation as me, trying to keep ourselves from losing our first languages totally. She gave me a little Canadian pin. “What the Devil!?”, “Christmas Siesta” prints and a “Lazy Days” bag are now accompanying her on her travels and adventures.
While I was packing up three original paintings sold: “Fancy Pants”, “Walking with Flair”, “Blue Whale”, and earlier in the day, the framed original painting of a blue butterfly sitting on an emu’s beak sold.
The most popular prints today were from the Sleepy Head wombat series
A thought to ponder: “Art is the concrete representation of our most subtle feelings” Agnes Martin
Wishing you a creatively happy upcoming week,
from Pj Paintings, stall #30 at Salamanca Market, Tasmania
My urban sketching journey has commenced with a stop-over in Dubai along the way. Flying Emirates, which incidentally gives quite generous leg room in economy seating, and arriving in Dubai after a 14-hour flight at 5 am, there was a wait in the Flora Hotel reception area before the room was available.
I drew some of the indoor view as the outside view from the reception area was quite industrial…
… and then as time passed, I thought that I might as well try to add paint to my drawing…
… and then more time passed, and I ordered a Moroccan Tea. It came in a funky, ornate, shiny, silver teapot with a teapot cozy covering the handle. It was a refreshing and delicious mixture of camomile and peppermint tea.
The room still wasn’t ready, so a blockie of exploration was undertaken. Here’s some of the things I took note of.
It’s almost time to go to the airport to fly to the next destination.
Salamanca Market operated under sunny skies today. The first people that stopped at the stall were a couple laden with bouquets of flowers. They were doing what they called a ‘graveyard run’ (visiting relatives’ graves). They bought a ‘Thunder’ print as she loves elephants and apparently has quite a collection of elephant things.
‘Double Date’ and ‘Salamanca Saturdays’ tote bags are going to Hong Kong, and a ‘Helping Hands’ tote bag is going to Singapore. Two ‘Lost Worlds’ prints are going to Singapore. The families are not travelling together. One of the adult daughters said that it was going to be hung in her bedroom. They also bought an A-3 sized print of ‘Salamanca Saturdays’, and later in the day, they returned and bought another one.
Parents purchased a ‘Family Outing’ print for baby Lauchlan’s bedroom in Auckland, New Zealand.
A mother and daughter, visiting from the UK, stopped at the stall. The teenaged daughter loved ‘Rising Above It’. Her uncle snuck back to the stall later in the day and bought it for her, along with ‘Bonnie & Me’ because he has a Triumph Bonneville motorbike.
A family, with two young boys, visiting from the UK, purchased a ‘Poppy Fields’ print. Somebody else from the UK, who visited the Pj paintings stall 4.5 years ago, bought a ‘Story time’ print as a gift for his wife.
A lady from Sweden, is taking a ‘Glamour Girls’ print back with her.
A couple from Newcastle, NSW, who are caravanning around Tasmania, purchased three framed prints: ‘The Three Amigos’, ‘Salamanca Saturdays’ and ‘Black & White + One’. They said that they live in a grand old house and haven’t bought art for years because they haven’t seen art that they like, so that was pretty special.
A lady bought a little original painting of two platypuses for her Austrian au pair.
The most popular print this weekend was: ‘Lost Worlds’
A thought to ponder: “The best reason to paint is that there is no reason to paint.” Keith Haring
Wishing everybody an awesome and peaceful festive season,
from the Pjpaintings stall #30 at Salamanca Market.
It was a fun and interesting day at Tasmania’s Salamanca Market.
A couple from South Australia bought a whale print and then they saw ‘Surfing Clifton Beach, Tasmania’ print, which made them laugh aloud, so they decided to add that to their day’s purchase.
Another couple, from Canberra, chose ‘Weightless’ and ‘Tu-whit &Tu-whoo’ to accompany them in their travels.
A local stopped by to tell me that she has ‘Retail Therapy, Stockholm’ hanging up at the end of her hallway that she sees every morning. Her husband bought it for her because she loves shopping.
Another local told me that she sent a ‘Duck Crossing’ card to her father living in New Zealand, who is in his 80s and lonely since her mother passed away. He phoned to thank her and started the phone conversation with “quack, quack, quack”.
A ten year old girl from Nepal, bought a small card from the Cheer ‘em Up series to take home with her to give to a relative. A young lady, from Stockholm, Sweden, purchased ‘Weightless’ and another young lady from the UK, doing her PHD in Marine Science at the University of Tasmania, purchased ‘Entanglement’. She said that she loves Hobart and wants to live here permanently.
Two ladies visiting Tasmania together, one from Cairns and the other from Adelaide loved ‘Thunder’ and ended up buying an A-4 size.
This week’s most popular prints were ‘Weightless’ and ‘Suspended’.
A thought to ponder: “I dream my painting and I paint my dream.” ― Vincent van Gogh I can definitely relate to this. Many times my painting ideas wake me up and the excitement they stir up in me makes it difficult for me to fall back asleep!
Wishing you a week filled with smiles,
from the Pjpaintings stall #30 at Salamanca Market.
The last few days have been surreal. Thursday and Friday, Hobart broke a 100 year record. We copped 200mm of rain in a 24 hour period causing flash flooding and havoc in the city and suburbs. I faired quite well with just a flooded garage and water coming in six different windows. I was able to keep it at bay by rotating all the towels I owned, through a spin cycle and trying to dry them as much as possible in front of the heater (I don’t own a clothes dryer). Lightning lit up the sky virtually for four hours. By 10 pm, I was exhausted and piled up the window sills with towels and went to bed. I got up at 2 am and lightning was still lighting up the sky.
Friday evening, I braved the winds to see Eskimo Joe and the Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra (TSO) at the Hobart Federation Concert Hall. It was an awesome concert. The conductor was such a joy to watch. He was totally into the music and expended so much energy. No wonder he is thin and fit! During the rehearsal, he broke his baton with his incredibly enthusiastic conducting. He had it taped up for the night’s performance. We sat five rows in front of the drummer, who was equally impressive.
The main road in front of the concert hall and the footpath on the other side street was still covered by water. There was debris and mud everywhere.
The next day, all was calm for Salamanca Market. I had a very articulate two-and-a-half year old, Patrick visit the stall. The ‘Family Outing’ print caught his eye. “That’s my car!” His mother said that they didn’t have a Mini. I said maybe it’s the colour, but no they didn’t have a red car either. He had a lot to say about this car and the emus driving it. He also told me that his brother fell on a hill yesterday and that it got lots of blood all over him and his brother. Apparently there was no blood but his brother did fall. He went to ZooDoo and talked about the animals there, about his and his brother’s hats, that they lived on a plane (they took a direct flight from Adelaide to Hobart) and much more, with the conversation returning back to the Mini several times. His mother ended up buying the ‘Family Outing’ print for him because he was so captivated by it.
I met a young lady from Germany, doing her PHD on Humpback whales in the southern hemisphere exclusively, investigating how the melting and diminishing ice is impacting on their food sources. She started her undergraduate in Townsville, is doing her PHD in Brisbane and examining her samples at the CSIRO here in Hobart. She purchased a small ‘Sea Life’ print.
A ‘White Faced Scops Owls’ print was purchased for a sister who is mad about owls. She lives in Scotland and it will be delivered in person by her brother.
A lady exclaimed, “that’s the print a friend gave me!” as she singled out ‘Glamour Girls I’. It’s hanging in a prominent spot in her hair salon in Brisbane and draws many positive reactions and smiles she told me.
A group of young people, visiting from Taiwan, bought ‘Who, Who, Who are You? II’. They had visited Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary and were visiting Richmond on Thursday when 200mm of rain was bucketing down.
I met a lovely couple that drove from Brisbane to Melbourne, took the ferry across the Bass Strait to Devonport and are now touring Tasmania. They were particularly impressed with “The Wall”, which is a massive wall carved by Greg Duncan. It is indeed impressive. He’s even included the leg of the Tasmanian Emu, now instinct, in his carvings.
A lady stopped by the stall and in her hand, she had a Cary Lewincamp CD, the one that I illustrated the cover. She asked me to sign it and started telling me how much she loves Tasmania. She moved here 10 years ago from Canberra. Her husband is #15 of 17 children and she has 48 nephews and nieces!
A mother, daughter and Auntie, visiting from Argentina, spent a long time at the stall and later on in the day, returned to buy ‘Rising Above It’.
Pack-up was hurriedly done because I drove straight from the market to a Celebration of Life for a special friend’s husband. The couple were keen dancers, so she organised dancing after the ceremony. We danced and cried until 10 pm. I arrived back home late and with a sore knee.
Wishing a Happy Mother’s Day to all, and for those who are carrying losses and Mother’s Day accentuates those losses, I hope the day is gentle on you.
Two years ago, it happened quite by accident, like things falling on your head when you open an overfilled cupboard door, imagery and ideas bombarded me when I read the instructions on a tea package. The word “unfurl” jumped off the page, accosted me and since that fateful day, it has become my companion.
I’ve never encountered another word that is shaping me, and hence, impacting my life as much as this word. It is often in the forefront of my mind, urging me to grow stronger and explore places in art that I haven’t tried yet. “Unfurl” is a beautiful word and I picture a fern unfurling, brave enough to leave the comfort zone of being safely curled up and protected, opening itself to exploring the outside world and ideas.
This is part of my journey with the word “unfurl”.
Exploring the unfurling concept
developing the unfurling idea
….and I’ve done many more “unfurl” paintings which I will write about in the next few posts. This is the beginning of my journey.
Has a word influenced your life or art? Thank you in advance for your comments, stories and feedback.