Over The Moon

Over the Moon 2.18

“Over the Moon”,  acrylic on Canvas, Feb 2018 ~ Maria Doglio

Moon-day Morning, early dark slightly lifting.  The first day of daylight saving time.  I sleepily shuffle through the kitchen, coffee mug in hand and open the curtains of the south east window of my front room gallery.  I look out to find a crescent moon flirting with a cloudy sky, casting just enough light against them to create a dramatic, changing scene of illumination within the surrounding blackness.  I’m painting it in my mind.

My thoughts turn to the comfort of familiarity.  The countless phases of the moon, the sun’s rise and setting, the consistency of their daily orbits, ties us together in a familiar human experience on this particular planet.   We humans watch in tireless awe at the ever changing, creative patterns they paint in their travels, day and night.

No matter how much we insist on our separateness, our countries, customs, languages and borders, the moon rises and brings us all out to stare at the night sky, as it dances in an arc with the  stars.  The sun rises to chase the moon and darkness into another night far away until it sinks again to follow the moon’s trail.  The familiar play needs no translation.  It brings our human condition together in oneness.

One night, as a full moon appeared among an amazing array of popcorn like clouds, I snapped a photo as the moon drifted through them, the clouds misting and reforming into a shape I saw as a wolf leaping over it.   The inspiration to paint that scene resulted in “Over the Moon”,  #4 in my wolf series, completing it.  Here is my wall of wolves, where I like to sit and watch the morning unfold.

Wolf Series_Front Room Gallery 2018

The sky has lightened now into pale shades of blue and yellow with a hint of pink on the horizon, while a heavy bank of billowy dark clouds move in against it, promising rain.  The crescent moon stands alone now,  waiting for the sun to show it’s face before moving on.  A new day dawns.

Let nature inspire your creativity with abandon – the patterns are endless.

© Maria Doglio March, 2018

 

 

 

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Solitude of the Forest

Space Clearing for Our Hearts 

West Fork Trail, Sedona 2017

West Fork Trail, Sedona, AZ ~ 2017, Acrylic on Canvas

Sometimes, if I can’t get to the forest, I paint a memory of one.  For this I rely on old photos of places I’ve been that have brought me serenity and joy, allowing a higher guidance to come through.  Nature gives us the opportunity to be quiet, to reconnect with the earth, ourselves and our relationship with each other.   Here we can listen to the voice of our soul.  Julia Cameron* expresses it so well when she says, “…we clear space in our lives in order to center and clear space in our hearts.  The soul’s voice, the voice of guidance, then ventures into the clearing we have created for it.”

When I paint a memory of a place and how I was feeling at the time, that energy goes into the painting.  If I am successful in that, the energy of the feeling goes back out to the viewer who is sensitive to the energy within the painting.

West Fork trail is in a magical forest – it takes you through meadows, wooded areas and streams deep within it.  The painting, West Fork Trail, captures a small part of my journey during my first exposure to Sedona’s energy back in 2004.  The memory of it and this particular spot was what I wanted to express in this painting.  It hangs in my living room and I can view it from my couch and fall into it’s peacefulness whenever I need to.

Going farther back in time, is this view of a piece of the Hudson River.

Meadow on the Hudson 2015

Meadow on the Hudson ~ 2015 (Acrylic on two 4×5 canvases)

Meadow on the Hudson  was an experiment in a continuous painting on two small canvases.  It depicts a little scene from when I lived in Massachusetts and took a trip in a vintage red Thunderbird convertible with a passionate artist friend who I was in love with at the time. For me it has a light hearted memory attached to it, with much joy in breathing in this scene in the moment we were there.   A painting can be small and still draw you in to a deeper place.

Finding Serenity captures a moment when the peace of nature with woods and river brings us back to center.  We can breath deeply and let go.   We can reconnect and ground ourselves, remembering the qualities of life that matter most.  One on one time with my daughter was a precious moment.

Finding Serenity 2016

Finding Serenity 2016 ~ Acrylic on canvas

Take time to nurture yourself.  Treat your creativity as a spiritual practice, drawing from your authentic self by tuning in and painting intuitively from the inspiration you find within yourself.  The joy of expression through painting is an endless process that keeps on giving. 

 

© Maria Doglio, July 4, 2017

* Excerpt from “The Artist’s way, Every Day” by Julia Cameron

On The Easel – A Painting Journey

DOWN A VERMONT MEMORY LANE

Some time in the late 70’s, I stood on a bridge in South Londonderry, Vermont, at sunset, looking out at the West River.  There were storm clouds clearing and an incredible light and colors of rose, yellow, lavendars, greys and whites reflected against billowing clouds.  I loved the drama of that sky!  The air was crisp and clean with hints of spring coming – my guess it was sometime in late March or early April.    We lived on the corner, at the junction of Route 100 and Winhall Hollow Road, just below the Londonderry Inn where I worked.   The river was a steady presence of the beauties of nature as it meandered through the village.  I liked being close to it, witness to all it’s seasonal stages, sounds and scenes it presented.  Camera in hand, I took a photo.

Some 35 years later, in my slow attempt to sort all my boxes of prints, I came across the photo, long forgotten.  Potential painting, I thought and put it in my folder of “painting ideas”, leaving it at that for some time longer.

Inspiration, and a Painting Challenge

There’s nothing like a couple of new canvases to get inspiration going.  Sometimes I like to just put a blank one on the easel for a few days, waiting to see what calls to my artistic muse.   I did that with a 20 x 24 canvas that sat for a week until I had the urge to look in my painting ideas folder.  Found again was the West River photo.  I was inspired, but I hesitated, wondering if I was up to the challenge of capturing the mood of the scene. I know that falling into doubt is a sure killer of inspiration, so I plunged ahead, taking it in slow stages – basic wash of color, then a light charcoal sketch.  I let it sit for another week before I prepared my painting pallette, finally starting in, laying a foundation of color contrasts of light and dark.

Once started,  the  painting process consumed me – day and night. This one was intense. If I couldn’t sleep, I found myself in the studio at 1 or 2 am, painting in PJ’s,  crawling back to bed to sleep off my odd hours burst of euphoria or to the kitchen for coffee to keep going.  I had to leave it for fresh air and walks and food, or a long restful nap.  I am careful not to paint when I feel too tired, even though I want to keep going in spite of it, but I know that’s when the flow dulls.  Rest periods give me a chance to study the stage I am at, contemplate next steps, what little subtle touchs are needed that make a big difference.

Completion

I wanted to take it slower, but this painting wouldn’t let me, it seems.  I painted long hours instead.   I stepped up to meet my self-imposed challenge.  In doing so I’ve expanded my experience as an artist, learning a lot along the way.  I find that each painting allows me to reach further, be bolder, experiment more and more.  Crush the doubt, silence the inner critic as soon as possible and just begin!  If I get stuck, I leave it for a while and consult the old masters.  The painting isn’t photo perfect, but it’s my interpretation of that moment in time. It is the feeling of the scene that was important for me to capture and share.

Even though signed and dated,  I will let the painting sit on my easel for a while to contemplate it’s completeness, letting my eyes rest from it a bit, and maybe tweak it here and there.  I suppose the tweaking can be endless, but also good to understand when to stop. This one will be framed in a beautiful wood frame that compliments the scene.  I’ve had it in my collection of old used frames for a number of years, waiting for the right painting.  Whether this painting of the West River will make it’s way into a gallery or not, is yet to be seen.  Some of my paintings are too nostalgic for me to let go – this may be one of them.

West River, So. Londonderry, VT – On The Easel 

West River_on the easel March 2015

©  Maria Doglio, March 2015

PLUMERIA DEVA TAKES A BOW – #3 in Four Panel Series

WELCOME PLUMERIA DEVA

A weekend painting intensive brought forth the Plumeria Deva.   Instead of heading off to bed, which was my original intention, it was one of those times when I was pulled into the art studio at 10:30 pm Friday night, with a strong impulse to get going on this painting.   Driven, I worked hard all weekend.  This morning I was up early and was painting in my PJ’s.  When I am immersed in art, there is a pull so strong inside all else falls away – there is only the painting.  That was the state I was in, adding various refinements, until she came to full completion.

Plumeria Deva 2014

Plumeria Deva – Acrylic on Canvas Board, 16 x 20

I am noticing as I paint each Deva in this series, the personalities that come out as I paint. The initial drawing may show one aspect, but as I paint the face and flowers, the personality her features evoke moves through several shifts until I feel she arrives at where she wants to be within the painting.

Now it won’t be long before I start on the final and 4th panel of this series.   I am anxious to have this last Deva join her sisters and to share with you my reflections and the message that nature is sending out through their emergence as I paint.

“You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not’?” – George Bernard Shaw

Albert Einstein said:  “Creativity is contagious, pass it on”  – That is my desire in sharing with all who visit here–spawning contagious creativity!   Be joyful in all you do.

© Maria Doglio, September 2014

BIRTHDAY REFLECTIONS

TRANSITIONAL DECADE  A Reflection on Turning 70

Me Sampling A Moscow Mule

CHEERS

Letting go of the 60’s years and back beyond with it’s sometimes bumpy road, it’s highs, its lows, it’s sorrows, forgiveness’s and the stuckness of spinning wheels. Enough now, it’s all passed.  No more resistance ~ more allowing, in harmony I will flow.

Turning, crossing the threshold, letting go the illusions of perceived common sense and reason, I will enter this next decade’s season following my heart, my passion, not so much my head; less confusion and more fusion, is the road to which I am led.

The beloved Crone, the Wise Women, I join you, embracing this transition, full on. I will start to unfold, dancing down that uncommon road, coming into myself, my worth, my eternal beingness, understanding, maybe, for the first time, (and it’s a long time coming), this jumping out of the “what’s expected of me” mold.

I shall spin my 70 year old heart with love, joy and connection of endless creativity that keeps me expanding, weaving life’s shining threads, that “turns to gold”, if I play the game right.  Like buds ready to burst in spring, like a bird ready to take flight, I enter my personal new decade with levity, for truly, if we choose to see it, feel it, and create it, it is always A BEAUTIFUL DAY!

– Maria Catherine Doglio – September 6, 2014

Birthday Poem Inspired by the song 

Turns to Gold, ~ Welcome Matt Music (click title to play song)

With love and appreciation to my fabulous children, their cherished husbands, wives , my amazing grandchildren and my two ex-husbands, who taught me how to come into my own strength, and never forgetting the courage, fortitude and richness of life that all my Italian ancestors showed me.