Monday, 14 March 2011
The ancient Romans believed that the creative process was a collaboration between the artist and a spirit helper that lived in the walls.
If you put the hours in, worked hard and struggled to master your craft it would reward you with moments of sublime, inspired magic.
It's a lovely idea as it takes the pressure off trying to be brilliant every time.
Sometimes your Genii (hence genius) will pop out from behind the magnolia to lend a hand, sometimes it won't so there's no point beating yourself up if you've tried your best only to find the little bugger is having a duvet day.
However, this painting:
It began with a question: Would a Gothic washday be all dark and stormy skies and funereal laundry?
The model is Leanne, who is adept at all manner of performance skills involving silks and Samurai swords, ( think Cirque de Soleil with sharp objects...eek!).
She struck me as someone with a lot of steel behind those pale blue eyes, and even more available if it came to a fight.
Once I got going with this painting I remembered something she had said about being underestimated and prejudged by people who choose to form an opinion on the slightest of impressions.
Not a mistake I was going to make with someone for whom the cutting edge is not just an expression.
Anyway, this is what appeared:
I'm not entirely sure whether this is a result of the Wall Pixie going for broke, or too much Bovril.
I like to think that even getting the unmentionables out on the line can be heroic, and that strength, beauty and magic are just as important when it comes to the daily grind.
That's why she has a tattoo of another Roman Home Help on her shoulder - Hygieia, the first Domestic Goddess.
ps. For those of you who thought the pictures are a bit on the small side - try clicking on the image.
Either it will get bigger, or your computer will get much smaller....
Posted by stuff at 13:45