Prologue:
About 25 years ago, sometime between the time I graduated college with a music degree and got married (1996) and the time I had a baby (2001) I took a drawing class at Santa Rosa Junior College. Perhaps stunted by my mean first grade teacher and her art “teaching,” I had zero experience. At the end of each class at the junior college, we would all tack our drawings on the wall and people would compliment drawings without knowing whose was whose. Mine were never complimented, but I was just happy that I could tell what they were supposed to be. And I loved the feeling I had leaving the weekly evening class. I had totally disappeared into my drawing for hours and felt like I’d had a deep meditation session. The teacher was great. I can’t remember her name, but I remember she’d done a painting of a waitress and she loved cerulean blue, or maybe it was a certain shade of green. We’d had a list of art supplies that included some absolute necessities and some recommended items. Some students had cases full of charcoal pencils of varying levels of softness and all sorts of gadgets. I had two pencils, an eraser, and a sketch pad. Every week I thought maybe I would be able to afford to pay the eleven dollar fee for the semester, and every week I just didn’t have it. Eventually I got taken off the roll sheet and always felt guilty about the half-semester of education I got without paying. This was before youtube.
March 2023
While the details of my divorce get sorted out, I start sleeping at my parents’ house. My dad says he has acrylic paints he never got around to using and asks if I want to paint while I’m there. For a second I revert from 49 to 15 and think “No DAD. I don’t want to do that lame thing,” but then I say “Actually, I want to make paintings focusing on each of the chakra colors for meditation.” I find cheap 12″ x 12″ canvases at Rileystreet Art Supplies in Santa Rosa. They come in packages of seven, which is perfect, but I get an extra pack just in case. My red mandala is basic at best. I like my orange painting but I seem to be the only one. I get a little more detailed for yellow, and my Facebook friends say they like it. When I get to blue, my neighbor asks me if I can paint her one like it. After I finish my seven colors and hang them on the wall in my parents’ tiny extra bedroom, I decide to paint a rabbit, because it’s the year of the rabbit and my little extra bedroom happens to be decorated with rabbits. I decide to use all the chakra colors as a striped background, red at the bottom and magenta at the top, and when my rabbit is done, my discerning sister says, “I would hang that in my house.” Perhaps two months have passed since the red mandala. I Google things like “how to make peacock blue” and “how to make things look like they’re glowing.” I scrap a painting of a boat–realism requires patience I don’t intend to spend on painting–and decide to make a blue heron for my sister. I post a picture in progress on Facebook, and a Facebook friend says “I want to buy that!” I ask if $100 is okay and she says yes! Mind you I have a music degree and have tried to sell songs to no avail for many years. I’m shocked to say the least. I say “Sorry Sis, I’ll give you the next one” and make a blue heron with a watered down background like I’d used for my mandalas, but striped like I’d used for the rabbit. When I post a picture of it, another friend says “Can I get one with more yellow in the background?” So I paint one for her. Then I paint a humpback whale on watercolory stripes for my other sister. A friend asks for a yellow mandala and I custom design one using ideas that represent her and her kids. I paint a simple, ocean-inspired one that another friend wants one similar to.
February 2024
And now it’s about 10 months since I started painting. I recently saw some posts in a local Facebook art group asking for submissions. One is a contest for a fishing festival poster. I slapped the silhouette of someone fishing on my ocean painting and am going to submit it next week. One was for an artist in residence deal and I will find out in two weeks if I am chosen for three weeks alone in a cabin in the woods. Both of those seem unlikely, but the third was a woman looking for art for the walls of a brewery taproom nearby, and she agreed to show my paintings in one of her five-week time slots!
I mostly wrote this down to remember the details. A few free paintbrushes from my parents, some support from my friends, and the power of social media, and here I am trying to decide what to paint for my first showing. I don’t even know if that’s what you call it! I don’t even have PayPal or anything. I’ve never used a QR code in my life! I think I can fit about 9 paintings on the wall they’ve designated for me. I have about 7 months. Now what to paint.
(you can fine me on facebook at color meditation paintings by rae rae)