Posts Tagged ‘local’

Shelli's view in Bennington, Vermont

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

oil on board 12″ x 12″

 

Graveyard Pen and Inks

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

Today was gorgeous out and I enjoyed working in the graveyard with my mini-Fridas (for those of you who don’t know, Frida is my most trusted and faithful model–my skeleton.  She’s about 5 feet tall, and I’ll be taking her to the old first church graveyard,too, but I need a little help on that since I don’t drive.  So, I got out my trusty “townie” cart and shlepped my little Fridas, dressed to model for the first sketches for this year’s Los Dias De Los Muertos paintings.

I spent a lot of time today giving directions to Robert Frost’s grave.

Each of these paintings is made with reed pen, brushes and inks on Canson and Arche watercolor papers, 1 hot pressed and 2 cold.  9.5″ x 12″, 10″x 15″, 10″ x 18″

Hay Bales at Liz’ Field, 2010

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010

Last night’s landscape:  oil on board, 9″ x 12″.

Shaftsbury, Vt —Plein air paintings from today

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

View of Mt. Anthony,oil on board, 14″ x 14″

Trees in Shaftsbury, oil on canvas board, 12″ x 12″

Some kind of weed, oil on canvas board, 12″ x 12

Happy 8th Anniversary!

Sunday, June 6th, 2010

Behind Powers’ Market (My First Painting Ever), 6 June 2002, oil on canvas board, 11″ x 14″

6 June 2002 was the first time I ever held a paintbrush, felt the creamy texture of oil paint on canvas.  This is the first painting I ever made.  It was with my friends, Stella and Sophia—incredible painters both—behind Powers’ Market in North Bennington.  They painted the lake and the waterfall.  I painted the dumpster and the parking lot.  And my life was forever changed.

That day Stella lent me her supplies, but the week following I made my first art supply order with all the money our family couldn’t really afford to spare.  Subsequently I changed my work life, my daily routines, the way I related to everything in order to accomodate this new love:  Painting.  Fortunately for me, my daughters (now both amazing artists in different media themselves)  and my beautiful husband were willing to make room, too.  It hasn’t been without extreme challenges at times.  Part of being in a true family, in a real relationship, is accepting people for who they are, accepting what matters to them and making room for each person to be themselves while also keeping the family alive and making sure no one of the couple is bearing more than their share of the emotional, physical and psychological and spiritual expense. Above all making sure that the well-being and best interests of the children are the number one priority always.  At the same time the parents must also continually evolve their own interests and identity—both in service of themselves, but more importantly so that their children have a model for how to live in the world.  How to be one’s own true self and live one’s own life. We teach by living.  No one can ever understand from the oustide what the exquisite delicacy, creativity and balance, ecstasy and pain of this means:  Only those involved on the inside do. It is the ultimate “golden mean”.  Eight years ago today I painted my first painting, and, by the grace of my family strength, love and life, I’v e been making artworks almost every day since.

I will forever be grateful to Stella Ehrich for opening that artistic door for me.

Jon just called on his way home from fly fishing with his college buds in the Adirondacks and asked me for a painting for his friend’s camp.  He said, “Even though it’s your painting, it’s also a piece of me in it.”  No truer words.

Happy anniversary to us all.

Lupines at the end of the day

Sunday, May 30th, 2010

Lupines at the End of the Day, 2010  Oil on Board, 10″ x 15″

Being a painter means getting to stare at something beautiful for hours—by the end of the painting, there is a relationship between us.  We have both come to know each other in this incredibly sensuous way.  And we are both a little altered by the experience.  This is the best job.

Back to the Garden–Bob Stannard’s Column

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

bob stannard's column july 2009

blocks of colour–Opening 12 July at Panda Garden in Manchester

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

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exhibition of

mixed media/oil paintings

by

Viola Moriarty

at

Panda Garden

Manchester, Vermont

Opening Reception

Sunday, 12 July 09

3-5 p.m.

After I begain painting, June 6, 2002, within a few days I had a dream where certain dead painters and my very alive nephew were at the easel with me and they all kept saying “just move the blocks of colour around”.  I couldn’t understand, so my nephew finally walked forward and magically took apart the canvas and rearranged the colour shapes, saying “See, just move the blocks of colour around!”  At that moment I understood completely and when I woke up Iwas sure I knew how to make the paintings in the dream! …..That is, until I got to the studio and realized I had no idea how to make them.  I’ve had this dream so many times over the past seven years.  Finally, with a little help from my colorful comrades, the dream is beginning to manifest in my waking life.

This is all new work–a small but exciting collection of nine paintings–one of which is made up of six four by six inch paintings on mdf boards— and the first showing of works completed purely for the sake of studying color and light in a way that answers that recurring dream.  It is the beginning of what will ultimately be several stages of colour study and expression exhibitions over the next years.

This exhibit is dedicated to Renee Bouchard, Deborah Dorfman, Shelli DuBoff, Sharon Yorke,  Craig Clement, and Johann W. V. Goethe, comrades in art, science, poetry and fierce individualism—all of whom are teaching me intensively about mixing color, the way light activates particulate and perceived mass, and about how to be a better student while I’m dreaming and while I’m awake.

paz, pan, flores, y amor

Viola Moriarty

back to the garden

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

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Dear plantheads,

Millie’s white oleander bloomed a white flower!!!!!!!  It’s so happy living in my southern exposure studio –I know most artists prefer the gentler, less changing light of the north to paint by, but I love my sunny studio and now the oleander keeps me company along with Frida (my skeleton and favorite model).  It’s starting to sneak into some paintings.

Lin’s gardens proved to be beautiful and bountiful and due to her graciousness and generosity, both Cyndi and I left with much planting to do.  My new weed strategy is one weed comes out , one plant goes in until there is no room left for the pinche weeds!!!!!!  Oh, please let those white bleeding hearts thrive…Oh, Lin taught us about an evil non-native garlic plant with white flowers that if you see on the side of the road you must pull it immediately and murder it by suffocation in a dark plastic bag.  I don’t –as a rule—advocate violence, but in this case we must all put on our Che Guevarra caps and do what must be done.

And TruLove Farm has also brought in sage and hollyhocks and basil and a tomato plant and  chives and great karma and …..well, that farm is so awesome and so are it’s parents, Karen and Steve.  If you live in this area, I hope you are hitting the farmers’ market on tuesdays and saturdays—you can meet them there and you can get the most beautiful food and plants.

Denise continues to bring me bricks and I continue to construct steps down to the back yard on that steep hill down which I keep falling.  It is, I admit, a little dicey and you have to know exactly which bricks in the architecture can actually hold you without deconstructing the entire plane of that step or the entire monstrosity.  Jon threatens to put a sign out telling people NOT to walk down it from fear of getting sued and he won’t put the garbage cans out anymore because he won’t step on them.  Why doesn’t he just go to the side of it and walk down the old hill?  Because I’ve turned it into a second kitchen garden!  The mint and lemon balm and chives were complaining that their section of real estate was much too small. …Denise–I need more bricks, a lot more…..

Morning glory seeds are sprouting under the climbing thing.

I see that I have already planted everything in the wrong places in terms of height—will put that on next year’s list.

The seedling thing has me stumped.   They are still so small.  I have no idea which one is which now and I think they will be plants in about five years. Hosta, however, is growing like mad and it makes me feel so successful!!!!  It also takes over the grass and weeks.  The solomon’s seal is also really taking off as is the astilbe.

Am painting the chives and finishing the bleeding hearts currently and have already done the columbines.  The lupine is on deck for this week along with anything else that blooms.  I think the thing with those white bells on it are coming out.

Remember that everyone who has participated in this gardening thing is invited to our place on July 18 at 7pm .  I’ll make snacks and you can bring what you want to drink.  You can all give me a “grade” on how I’m doing and check in on the plants themselves.  Hopefully they won’t be begging you to return them to their former paradise and to rescue them from this gardener who doesn’ tknow what she’s doing!

Saw Bob talking to the bird guys on CAT-TV the other night and learned a ton!

Seems there’s either not enough rain or too much rain…….

back to the studio, no gardening today…..must must must control urge to go outside and pull out that long annoying grass, dandelions and my new enemy–clover.

paz, pan, flores y amor

viola

Exhibition: “Local Landscapes”

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

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