I had trouble with this post. I wrote about aliens, art therapy, Bobby Vinton... Everyone can
see how aliens relate to "outer space", but Bobby Vinton and art
therapy might be harder connections to follow. Trust me, it all makes sense in my head.
I've gotten a lot out of my art therapy excavations of my
"inner space" and this painting is the latest in these efforts. You can jump to outer space from there. Too much tweeting, tv, and whatnot obscures
our ability to think for ourselves and own our feelings.
Bobby Vinton? He
tried to get me into his hotel room when I was a 15-year-old maid. He was in his 40s. His songs make me want to rip the radio out of the
car. It's a mostly repressed hatred,
but that's how art therapy can be helpful.
I don't think about him until "Mr. Lonely"* comes on and I
have a 15-year-old's reaction. Back then, I was
further annoyed because Mom was star-struck and a bit jealous when I vented to her about
it. She's of the generation of teeny
boppers who worshipped Vinton as a teen idol, but still.
One memory leads to another, some of those memories so old
and forgotten that I would never have thought that they still have power, but
they do. Remembering and seeing the
past from my present helps me change the narrative of my life. It's liberating.
I think of this series of paintings as my resume, not to be
confused with my portfolio. A portfolio
is full of examples of best work. A
resume is more about what happened and what was learned. I've got the finished paintings propped up
against the back of the couch and it's interesting to see my life in such a
visual way. One more painting to go and
then I'm calling this series quits.
I've even got ideas for the next series. (In case you're looking for Vinton in this painting, he's in the
painting in progress, not this one.)
This painting is full of memories of my early art
career. Yeah, triangles, T-squares,
ruling pens, press type, and rubber cement.
The good old days. Well, maybe
not entirely good since I've felt a need to do art therapy about them, but
there was good in those days. There's
good in all periods of time, even when it feels like there isn't, though
sometimes that's hard to remember.
I miss the joy of working in an art studio full of other
creative people. We played, we laughed,
we came up with really great ideas for our clients. We built off of each other's ideas. For instance, the Lake Metroparks logo began with two other
artists. I fished one of the ideas I
out of a waste basket. All of us were
happy when the client was happy after I remodeled what they had begun. There was so much to learn, and so many
people who were willing to teach it.
I love it when I varnish these paintings. It's like all of the issues represented are finally
addressed without a need to revisit them again. The varnish seals them from infecting my current life. Done, done, finis.
As for aliens, did you know about half of Americans believe
in UFOs? About 17% say they've seen
one. Of course some of those people may
have been looking at Venus, but there are still quite a few sightings by
credible people which aren't explained away by swamp gas. The logo below is something I created for a
local group who investigates the topic.
Their website is here.
*I was nice about the link for Mr. Lonely's song. The clip shows him at his teen idol best, which was waaaay before my time.