Monthly Archives: October 2011
Setting up a blog takes a while. There are many features, appearance enhancements and basic content issues to slog through. Please excuse the dust as my blog is under construction.
When I begin a painting or drawing, a few steps into the process I become increasingly anxious, and frustrated. That’s the “stupid stage.”
Seems most creative (and creating) folks deal with it as a natural step in the creative process.
But the technology and software causes me further concern. Like any new software program, I am learning the system while attempting to reach the vibrant compelling image of my blog. This thing needs to look good while presenting the (hopefully) interesting content.
My hope is I am not the only writer/artist struggling with the technology. Yes, I have learned many operating systems and programs to design pages, edit and proofread content (the latter not my forte.) But this is my “painful-breaking-in” period.
The summer of 1966 was a great time to be alive, until that summer. My mom packed up all four of us girls – me, Margaret, Elizabeth and Laura – and headed South with Grandma (Dorris Edwards) at the wheel. We were on a 550 mile trip from Abilene, Texas to Mercedes (a small Rio Grande Valley town between Harlingen and McAllen).
Daddy would drive down after his work week to meet us. Unfortunately the plans changed.
We didn’t make it.
Somewhere on the highway near Alice at a blinking-yellow-light intersection, a gentleman in a pickup (?), ran his blinking red light and plowed into our car.
No, I don’t remember anything of the crash. Nor does my sister Margaret. She and I were the only two who survived the crash and subsequent fire.
I found out later that a gentleman from Mercedes pulled me and Margaret from the burning wreckage, but no one else made it. The two of us were transported to the nearest hospital – Corpus Christi. Then after two weeks Aunt Dolores (Edwards) appeared, had Margaret and I placed in a station wagon – on stretchers., and drove us to John Sealy Hospital in Galveston.
Dolores took charge and stayed in charge of our recovery time in Galveston where she, Uncle Robert (Daddy’s brother), and their kids, Mike, Barbara and Charles lived. Robert was doing his residency at the University of Texas Medical branch in both Galveston and Houston.
Through the next weeks and months Dolores made sure we had everything we needed. Then, when discharged, she enrolled me in a local private school, and every other Friday took me to Houston so I could be fitted with an artificial eye. When Margaret was discharged, Dolores put together a birthday party for her with all the trimmings. She also organized our Halloween costumes. (Uncle Robert carried Margaret , who was in a leg cast – as we all went Trick-or-Treating.)
I don’t know everything Dolores for us during that time in our lives. I can only guess. But I definitely appreciate her dedication during that life-changing time.
Daddy came to see us every other weekend until we were able to go home to Abilene. At Christmas Daddy bought a special gift for Dolores on behalf of us all … a mink stole from one of the best department stores in Abilene at the time – Minter’s.
We were back in Galveston for Christmas. Grandpa Edwards (Tom) came up from Mercedes. After the gift-giving and big holiday feast, Daddy, Robert and Grandpa traveled to Mercedes to personally thank the fellow who rescued us.
Dolores stayed in Galveston, managing the house full of kids while nursing a head cold. Awesome woman.
Early this morning, Dolores passed away after a three-year struggle with ALS. She is loved and respected by so many, having touched lives through her work as Nurse practitioner and medical missionary along side Robert.
Thank you, dear Dolores. I love you.
Okay, after slogging through the choosers, menus and settings, I am finally starting my blog. Why “Painting Fat” for the blog’s title, though?
Since I began studying art, and creating my own, I have noticed the different styles artists use to apply paint to their canvases. Each person approaches the easel differently. Some strike at the canvas, or paper with stong, slashes and hard edges. Some carefully render their image with thoughtful measure and precision.
The conservative painter will scrub pigment into the very weave of canvas, so that the effect is more stain than true color – artists call this “painting thin.”
The the artist who loads great, juicy blobs of lush color on the brush and applies it generously to the surface – that’s “painting fat.”
Sometimes I find it hard to boldly fill my painting. Sometimes it is the same with filling my life as I planned.
But the more I grab the pastel, the pencil, the paint or ink, the more I am likely to make a rich, lively work of art.