On the Pacific Oregon coast a sneaker wave is one that appears without warning and is much larger than all the waves that precede it. Not an entirely apt description of personal life events thus far, but it serves. Yes, for now it works…but not the “sneaker” part. Dare say I’ve never been a good sneaker if one at all, but I am living a life filled with events larger than all the events that have come before…similar to a sneaker wave.
Mother named me after her father, Ray…hence Raylene thus shortened to Raye and now RayeRaye to lovely, longtime and forever friends, and the two teenage boys who live next door (You can follow my blog by clicking here).
My life’s palette is and continues to be colourful. Grandfather Ray started my art training as soon as I could hold a pencil. He stressed breakfast cereal box images were just as important as any museum or gallery painting. He lived in a mountain cabin with a wood-stove cooker, no television, radio or telephone, but provided his budding artist with a world of possibility, a soaring imagination and the belief that creativity comes from nothing…and everything.
College. Marriage. Kids. Death. More college and Master’s degree. Fibre artist and high school art teacher. Marriage. Leave USA and move to England. Travel the world. New experiences. Life colourful and eventful. Who knew? Eventual return to USA. Creativity continual and ever present. Winds of change.
Confession: the only college credit course I received a very low mark in was Beginning Watercolour. Yes, ‘tis true. Very. Low. Mark. The work you see here, at Charlie’s behest, is my obsessed self-taught-ness attempt at… raising that mark to a personal acceptable level.
Yes, I know…which goes to make the point that I’m no different than many other artists who get weak knee-ed when confronted with the Confident-and-Secure-Artist title.
My undergraduate degree was an independent study in fibre arts. I began as a weaver and worked my way through many areas of interest: graphics, sketching, pen and ink, oil and acrylic painting, couture design and sewing. However, my interest in weaving and fibres was the beginning of a long-standing interest in texture and colour, and what could be accomplished, once with fibres but now with water based paint; a small fistful of brushes; and endless image possibilities.
Many of my watercolour images come from photographs I have taken or, with permission, images or parts of images of and from other artists and thus begins the process of abstracting an idea. Final images are oft times accompanied with text…all part of finalizing the creative process. It sounds all very complicated does it not?
You ask, “So is it? Complicated?”
“Yes. Very”, she said grinning.
Jots From A Small Apt.