Intertwining Elegance, colored pencil by Mia Ulmer
From This is What Feminist Art Looks Like.
The link above will take you to more information about Mia and more examples of her beautiful work.
View from the balcony today.
It has been raining all day. My landlord is killing a pig in the yard. This is a farm, so such things do happen occasionally, but I always find it a bit disturbing.
Chaotic Blue, a painting in progress by M.K. Hajdin
Here’s the painting I’m working on.
While lying in bed last night the words “chaotic blue” popped into my head, so that will be the painting’s title.
The weather is much cooler, even rainy now, so my functionality as an artist and a person is (mostly) restored. I hope to get a series of paintings done.
I’m pretty much done with Cathy’s painting.
Here it is: “Blue, Green, Grey”, mixed media, 70 x 100 cm, by M.K. Hajdin.
Now with more layers.
Previously: Looks a little rough because I’m still building up the underlayers.
This is the painting. Red, Purple, Green by M.K. Hajdin
I said I had proof that Eric Joyce MP wanted my painting “Red, Purple, Green”, that he chose the colors and the size of it, and that he meant to display it in his parliamentary office. Here is that proof.
Ordinarily I would not publish someone’s emails or Twitter DMs without their permission, unless they were abusive. But either Joyce or his girlfriend India Knight is implying that I am a liar, and this is the only way I can prove that what I said was true.
Someone who isn’t very familiar with the artistic process asked me whether love is an vital ingredient for every painting an artist does.
Of course it is. It’s impossible to create something that doesn’t have something of oneself in it.
But to put this in perspective, it’s necessary to know that love comes in different forms. Western culture puts so much emphasis on sexual love, to the detriment of all the other kinds.
The kind of love that goes into my work could be described as a love for humanity, a desire to contribute something to the greater good.
And this, even though humanity often disappoints me.