Dec
31

It’s been a long strange ride through 2011 and I’m looking ahead, not back. I’m working on a lot of things and all of them are good things.

Besides the usual; lose the bad habits like not eating right, not taking care of my health as much as I should, yada yada yada, we all know the usual suspects. Besides all that, here’s some of what 2011 taught me.

You can’t make everyone happy. Don’t try and don’t torture yourself about it. The only thing that gets you (me) is sick.

If you change your mind, that’s ok, that’s what a mind is for.

Aim high but start low.

If you want something done, do it yourself. Case in point. My website sucked. I made a new one. Did I know how to do it? No. I kept trying til I got it right. You can see it here. My Website; IleneRubin.com.

Start something new. Broads with Brushes fit the bill. You can see about it here. Broads with Brushes.

Be bold, be fearless and try not to piss people off. Most of the time I’m good with that. Other times, I get my rear kicked in. Live and learn. It all comes from putting myself out there and trying to do something that to me is good. Some times that works and some times it doesn’t. What did I learn? Not to try and do good? No. Don’t sweat it and keep on breathing. Every day makes me a little smarter. That’s the beauty of age. What kicks your butt in makes the skin that much thicker. Don’t look back. Keep going.

Be true to yourself. Period. Don’t try to do for other people what you won’t do for yourself, myself. I learned that every given situation whether it’s with a loved one, a friend or coworker, it has to work for me too otherwise everyone is feeling the tug of conflict one way or another. I have learned this year that it’s not such a great idea to answer too quickly in an effort to be nice, helpful or to make a major change in my life. Best to consider, take the time necessary to consider carefully, the consequences of those decisions.Then act slowly. Sleep on it. Let it roll around on you like a blanket then see if it itches. If it does, don’t do it! Listen to your gut and be true to yourself.

I have learned that it’s better to do something small and to do it right than to go all out, all gangbusters, and think it will be good quality. It won’t. Case in point. I started a painting in the beginning of 2011 when the year was new and when I had all sorts of ambitions and I had all the best intentions for 2011. It was an oil painting. I started the under painting with water based crayons and pencils.

Then the internal editor, the bane of all writers and artists, kicked in. I fixed it and fiddled with it and changed it and worked on it.

I was told it needed this and that. I was told it was all wrong. I fixed it. I fiddled, I fidgeted and I did it over and over and over again. Didn’t help. I fixed it again and again, and even had a great start to it once I added color. Then the hurricanes came and before I knew it, there was a horrible dampness to the canvas and mildew on the back. All that work!!! I was paralyzed, thwarted and frustrated. I took care of the canvas but by that time, I decided that this painting, as large as it is, at 30″ x 36″, it didn’t have to be a masterpiece. It could be practice. I tried again. No go.

Frustrated, I set it aside. I worked in acrylic instead and created a few smaller pieces that, as it turns out, I’m very happy with. Without the emotional investment of the size of the canvas, the importance of the composition and the fact that I was paying to go to a class so it better turn out good… it was a 3 strikes and it’s out. But without all that baggage I was able to do these rather quickly and with ease.

I just love those little guys. Caution; Goose Crossing. And this one of the Ocean City Beach…. summertime, summertime paintings? Half the year was gone. My lessons not quite learned yet, and my canal painting just sitting on its easel waiting for something to happen.

And then I worked on a pastel that still isn’t finished. Was I thwarted again?

Why isn’t it finished? Look at it! It’s signed! Why isn’t it finished? Why is because I don’t want to fix it and mess it up. Now not only was I stuck, but I was stuck and couldn’t get out of it! There’s that internal editor again! I changed the sky and it no longer looks anything like I intended. That’s why. So it, too, sits on its easel until I have incubated and internalized the painting so much that I can finish it in 3 minutes when I’m ready. It’s still there, alongside that canal painting!

Summer turned into autumn. Then I tried a few tiles and did commissions. That was fun. They were small, not a huge commitment like an impossibly large canvas– the largest painting I ever tried with the Canal scene. Tiles go fast and there’s an immediate connectedness that goes along with a beginning, middle, and end all at one or two sittings. These are 6″ x 6″ bisque tiles. Some were used in my sister and brother in law’s bar area. Can you guess which ones? Hey, don’t laugh; if you drink enough of that stuff, that Crown Royal bottle won’t look crooked!

By this time, I started getting the hint that emotional investment in a painting that isn’t working is not a good thing. I finally decided that after the few successes of smaller commissions and paintings, plus a novel that went to publication in one year, plus my first solo exhibition at Saxby’s in Doylestown, PLUS a new painting group called Broads With Brushes, I should try to work back up to the oil painting of the canal. I started small.

When I say small I mean SMALL. At 2 1/2″ x 3″, these little cuties offered solace. They’re adorable, they don’t take too long to finish, they require that you scale back what’s important but also, they require that you eliminate the fluff. This I could do it if I stopped worrying about what the end result was.That is solace; it’s manageable.

I learned that to battle the internal editor, do something, anything, where I can succeed and the rest will follow. I ended up wiping out the canal scene entirely because it wasn’t, in the end, my painting. That was a revelation. It was the painting of: I should start like this, I should change the composition like this, I shouldn’t use those colors, that brush or those values. All the ‘I shouldn’ts’ equaled it was everyone else’s painting but mine.

I learned that for the process of creativity to reach its full potential, I had to be true to myself, even if it means painting the ‘wrong’ way, with the wrong colors, in the wrong order with a wrong composition–in order for me to love painting that scene or painting, and in order for the painting to be full of the love invested in it and for that love to be evident in the finished creation, I had to give it my love. Not the idea of someone else or their love in their way. It had to come from me. I had to be TRUE to myself.

Where to begin? At the beginning. I painted the sky. It’s a sky like I like a sky to look. Should I have started with the sky? In this case, that answer is a resounding yes. It’s a sky in the way that I put every spec of paint on the brush and canvas in just exactly the way I have to paint it on this painting. That’s how I will love that canvas and put my love into it. I’m having a new affair with it. I’m loving it and it’s being kind back. That’s how it will show that love; it’s my kind of sky. I’ll do the rest of the painting now, in my way. I get to do that because I’m going to be true to myself. If it turns out, great. If it doesn’t, oh well. I might do another one.

Here’s my sky.

My point? Here’s what 2011 taught me:

Be true to yourself. If others think it’s wrong, that might be unfortunate but don’t let it stop you from being you. Or me. Those who love you, will love you even with all the faults and all the bumps and bruises and false starts. And those who don’t won’t anyway so you may as well be yourself. Myself.

Do what you love and the rest will fall into place.

If the task/idea/project seems too big, start small and work your way up. Small successes mount up like a ladder, one on top of another until you get to the top and can see forever.

Hope it works for you and hope it works for me in 2012.

Happy New Year.

Jul
01

Thank you to everyone who has offered good wishes on the publication of Reason To Kill!! As you know it’s now available in paperback and kindle versions at the following locations: Click the links to get there and PLEASE! Buy one! If you do, don’t forget to let me know your thoughts about it!

Amazon.com

CreateSpace.com

To those of you who have stood by, supported, encouraged and calmed me down, thank you! Looking forward to the future and everything that is jam packed in the next several months, I got to thinking about how archaic the idea of a ‘calendar’ is and yet how very relevant and essential it still is for me.

I envision a Mayan stone tablet; round, thick, crackled and ending next year. I think they just ran out of room or could not even imagine a distant future so far off.

It’s hard enough to think what I have or want to do in the course of a day.

Not being employed has given me the opportunity to paint, to write, to show my art, to publish a novel and to spend precious time with my family that I haven’t had in sixteen years.

However, it’s almost impossible to schedule all the hours I need to do all the things that are required of building a business, showing my art, marketing a book and managing a house. Something is going to get lost.

I know that calendars work for some people. We used to have a Filofax.   Remember those giant books that kept our lives straight? Now we have Iphones and our entire lives are stored as bytes instead of pages. No more pens, no more styluses. For me, they don’t work.

Print out a calendar and put it where I will see it, on the frig. Nope, doesn’t work. My brain stops looking at it, my eyes glaze over. From what does this affliction stem? My eyes see text, art, paint, supplies, appointments all in my head, not on the frig. I can’t see it.

So now I’m setting up my calendar for the next YEAR… can you stand it! Here, in the Bloggospere, here is where I can keep all of my events, dates, schedules, rules, times and appointments safely ready for my use. How sad is that!!! This is what I’ve resorted to, this is where it matters, works and makes sense. Ok, enough of that. At least we can go over it together and make some sort of mockery of me if not the actual year at a glance that my computer has turned me into.

Here’s what it looks like.

July:              Frame, frame, frame. Make Business cards, post cards, websites and blogs.

August:         Solo Art Exhibition at Saxby’s in Doylestown.

Enter Friends of the Delaware Canal Show – 4 works

September:    Enter Juried Show for Phillip’s Mill Art Exhibition – 1 piece + 2 Portfolio pieces

November:    Art Exhibition with Broads With Brushes at Saxby’s in Doylestown.

Enter Juried Show for New Hope Art League

January‘12:   Submit to Mother’s in New Hope, 1-2 Pieces through New Hope Art League

February‘12: Exhibit at Hatboro Bank in Jamison

March ’12:     Exhibit at Hatboro Bank in Warminster

September ’12: Exhibit at Saxby’s in Doylestown

Now I can see it. Now I can read it. Now it’s in my brain. That’s the bare bones of what my next year will look like, art wise. Book wise? OMG, here we go again!

Since the book marketing universe is new to me, I will begin by looking into getting into independent bookstores in my area. That includes The Doylestown Bookshop, where I’ve already begun to plow that road.

Seems like a lot to keep track of? That’s why I have a blog, right? Now you know where and when to find me, and you also know what I’ll be doing. Oh, that’s in between painting, editing my next novel, As the River Flows, which I’m already up to my otherworldly eyebrows in, blogging, updating all of my technologies, which pretty much takes up all the rest of my time. Oh, and let’s not forget having a house, family, friends, pet and life, not in that order!

Sheesh, I’m exhausted from keeping it all straight! Personally, I like the Mayan method. . . it’s compact, irrevocable, and has an expiration date. Just like us.

May
25

This is very exciting! My oil painting of the Barn on Anderson Road is featured on the postcard invitation for the New Hope Art League’s  show at the Upstairs Gallery at Peddler’s Village in Lahaska!!! It’s right here, at the bottom left! Wow, that is such a wonderful surprise and I’m so pleased!

The show will be held June 24 – July 29. The opening reception will  be Friday June 24th from 6-9pm! I’d love for you to be there! Here’s the particulars:

Upstairs Gallery
Courtyard Shop #10 (Behind Earl’s)
Lahaska, PA 18938
Gallery Hours Sunday – Thursday  10 -6
Friday, Saturday       10-9
www.upstairsgallery.com
Hope to see you there!
May
09

Woohoo!

My novel, Reason To Kill, will be available for purchase soon! I’m getting the final proof this week and then off it goes to be published! This is really REALLY exciting! A very long time in the making.

This is actually my 2nd novel in the order that they were written. I will be working on the first beginning next week to get it also toward publication.

What a journey this has been! And what a back story! This one has all the elements of a great movie. I can visualize it so clearly in every way. In the way the characters spoke in a very stylized regional dialect, to the descriptions of roads, homes and cities. And of course, there’s Elliot and Holly, the main characters.

Just for morbid giggles for all you fans of the gore, there’s enough in here to really sink your teeth into. Though not of the vampire genre, it does happen to be thick with the red goo, sex, violence and strong language, as well as images that could be disturbing to some.

Let’s see, for starters, there’s child abuse at its ugly worst. That’s the jumping off place. It’s bad enough to see it, know it or live it, but to see the results of that dysfunction in action a decade or two later, well, that’s a horror show in and of itself. In Reason To Kill, we just get warmed up there. But I get ahead of myself there. Let’s begin with the details:

The book is called Reason To Kill. It will be available through www.CreateSpace.com and Amazon.com to start off with. The price will be $24.95. It’s a large, 6 x 9 paperback with 628 pages. Here’s the jacket synopsis as it will appear.

I’d love your feedback and I’d also love to talk to you after you’re finished reading the story! Here you go:

REASON TO KILL

Dedication
This is for any and all who have loved and
failed or failed to love. To those we never saw
and should have and to those we saw and
never could have. May you know the
difference and correct it before it’s too late.


REASON TO KILL by Ilene Rubin

Elliot Stappler has been in love . . .

with Holly Simons Towler for twenty-three years, since the first time he saw her in high school.

Holly didn’t know he existed then and she doesn’t know he loves her
now. Nor does she know the extremes to which he is willing to go.

She did not marry Elliot. She forgot all about Elliot as high school
turned into college, as college turned into the rest of her life. She grew
up, married and settled into a comfortable lifestyle with her husband,
Peter Towler.

She is an author, he is a builder of luxury homes. They have a house in a beautiful area of a Philadelphia suburb, three wonderful kids and a shaggy dog named Stella. They are still happily married, still in love with each other after more than ten years of marriage.

Elliot spent his childhood afraid and abused. He watched his sister die at his father’s hands. Elliot was next in line and the beatings became more excruciating as he got older. He watched his mother, always the pathetic victim, submit to Louis. He struggled to hide the family secrets all his life. The alternative was too hideous to contemplate.

His mother instructed him to find someone to love and protect as she could not, someone who would return that love and protection. He listened. She ingrained those precious words into Elliot’s young mind as she wiped away his tears and tended to his battered, wounded body.

Elliot obeyed. Elliot found someone to love and protect. Elliot found Holly. He protected her. He waited until the right moment each time, studied and watched until Holly would have just enough time to grieve and then to see just him. Just Elliot. He’d be waiting and then, he’d love her forever and protect her forever, just as he promised all those years ago. Elliot kept his promise. He eliminated all obstacles that arose to prevent fulfillment of his goal.

There’s only one problem. Elliot’s idea of protection and elimination is murder.

Richard Gardner is the tenacious detective who is on Elliot’s trail, a trail so cold that it’s been closed for decades. Richard has to peel away layer after layer of the system that allowed Elliot and his sister to slip through the cracks. As one murder victim after another finally lead Richard to Holly’s door, they both realize that there is more happening here than a simple high school crush.

They cross the procedural lines of legality to learn the truth, but neither Holly or Richard, nor Holly’s new boyfriend Michael, are aware of, or ready for, what Elliot becomes.

How could they have known the extent of damage that was the result of the abuse Elliot suffered as a child, or of the deadly results that would ensue? Love and protection is a wonderful promise . . . Unless your name is Elliot Stappler. Then it’s just murder.

Apr
25

. . . And all around the countryside life is greening by the minute. For an artist this is a feast for our eyes! Just take a look around and see the kaleidoscope that is spring! Example: While taking our daily walk with our Yellow Lab, Misty, I am constantly telling my husband, look how the trunks of those trees look black against that bright green foliage from the rain we just had. Or, Look how all the azaleas know to bloom at the same time and the same color! Look how the the Hosta all come up at the same rate at the same time–that’s so amazing! He’s beginning to see with new eyes and for me, that’s a very good transformation, besides the transformation from dead of winter to rebirth through Spring.

And there certainly are challenges everywhere I look! The greening of Bucks County is a special reason to live here. After the hard long winter it is truly like watching a rebirth. It’s all so life confirming that this habitat has the tenacity to come back to life after the beating it took since November! That the trees can even bud again, let alone bloom in glorious pinks, yellows, white and green, even burgundy is beginning to show itself, that’s just life affirming.

Another challenge; catch it before it’s gone! Daffodils, Jonquils and Narcissus don’t hang around too long. Tulips come and go. So get out the canvas and catch it while you can.

This past week my dear friend and mentor Lillian Kennedy set forth a challenge in her weekly art lesson online. Paint daffodils. She said she did that video for me because she new how sorely I missed the warmer weather, flowers and green all around me that I had in California for 13 years. She was right. I wasn’t up to that yet. I hadn’t even taken the plastic sheeting off the windows. It was still rainy and cold, winter making its last stand again and again all through March and most of April. But then, today, it happened. The clouds gave way to a warm gentle breeze, I took my heavy socks off, peeled off a layer of wool and the fragrance of fresh cut grass wrap me in its arms.

I did grab my paint brush and acrylics. I painted Daffodils. These are not easy, mind you, these are complex flowers, simple and delicate yet bursting with color and an interesting mix of shapes along with a composition that, if painted incorrectly, looks very naive and like daisies instead. Still being new to my eyes this season, I wanted to keep it loose and easy, not too much detail but just enough to say, I am Daffodil, I am alive, I am here. I will turn this way and that, you can almost see through my petals but not quite, and still, I will stand up straight and tall for you, and dip in a little bend to say hello. Even if just for 7 or 8 days.

I’m happy to say that Lillian used a bit of my daffodils painting on her Weekly Art Lesson Online Video at YouTube.com. Here it is; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbWybepA7ZI&feature=BFp&list=FL3SQ55V9B7xY&index=1 This makes my day, you know! This is all the good that comes of trusting your teacher, mentor and friend to know enough that she can honestly say, you need this now-do it. You’ll like it.

She’s so right!!!!! And thank you, Lillian, for including a shot of my painting on your video!!! Click the links to see Lillian’s Weekly Art Lesson Blog and the Weekly Art Lesson Online. You’ll like it!!!!

Mar
04

So, Lillian Kennedy, my teacher, mentor and friend from when I lived in Boulder, Colorado, has started a new blog called Weekly Art Lesson. Every week there is another gem of a theme and believe me, these are pearls of wisdom! Also, Lillian, being the penultimate lovely personality that she is, has a style and wit that is engrossing and spot on with her new YouTube videos which accompany many of her posts.

After watching and participating in these weekly art lessons, I decided to tackle one of the projects from her most recent post with two friends of mine. We paint together and have become friends. We met in an open studio painting class given by Amanda Layre, link -just click on the name. Amanda’s class allowed us to paint and get to know each other enough that we decided to paint outside of class as well. As we moved on from class to class, the one thing that didn’t change was that we painted together whenever we could. That usually turned out to be on Thursdays.

So we got together to paint and decided to work on the Weekly Art Lesson from Lillian’s online lesson. How fun it was to see the varied styles and interpretations of the same reference! We each made it our own, we used our own knowledge, experience and joy in creating a good representation in a few hours. Were they finished? No. Were they masterpieces, probably not. But they were respectable for an exercise that flexed our creative muscles and gave us a great few hours. The music was good, the company was good and here’s what we did:

Photo Reference:

Shelley’s Drawing:

Libby’s Painting:

Ilene’s Painting:

Am I happy with how mine turned out? No but it’s not finished, it would be unnatural for me to like my art while I’m in process…. that’s like an oxymoron. But what I am happy about is that we got together, we painted, and we got to see our art on Lillian’s Weekly Art Lesson.

When I lived in Boulder and went to Lillian’s class regularly, that class evolved into Club Tuesday, a group of artists who came to know each other and became more than just a class. We were led by a nurturing mentor who inspired us and we offered encouragement and support for each other.

To that end we decided to name ourselves. Club Tuesday was already taken and besides, we usually painted on Thursday. Club Thursday didn’t thrill anyone. Then it came to me like a jolt of java. Broads with Brushes. We loved it and it was born.

We sent our paintings to Lillian and now they’re on her website. WE were so excited that we decided that Broads with Brushes might be able to exhibit as such. We’ll have to wait and see how that plays out but in the meantime, Broads With Brushes has a name, a place, an identity and it’s really nice to have friends to paint with!

Feb
06

I recently went through a really serious change in my creative perspective. This was a jolting revelation that an artist, me, cannot spread myself too thin and think any one area of creation will be good enough to still call myself an artist. That required rethinking on what I do, when I do it, how I promote it and what energy I spend on all of my art.

Understand, I do a lot of art. I paint on tiles, boxes, wood, ornaments, mailboxes and cabinets. I paint with pastels, oils, acrylic and I draw with pencils and charcoal. I sometimes paint with watercolor and I always, always always, list and sell my art, blog about my art, tweet about my art, talk, listen, investigate other art and generally have made it the focus of my current life.

I wanted to try and make my day job selling decorative art and my love/passion and real desire to succeed in my paintings. So I built up a store of energy in selling decorative art to the new age market, which used to be rather lucrative but recently merely stagnated into ludicrous. But still I blogged, tweeted, facebooked and websited. I’m making up words here but I like there. Bear with me here. You get the idea. I promoted myself into over 60 followers on Twitter, 32 friends on Facebook, 18 favorite picks on Etsy, 3 circles on Etsy, and 2 measley sales valued at under $30.

That was easy. It had to go. Once the decision was made, what I realized was that I opened up a metaphorical universe of space for energy to go into my paintings! Where once a few months ago I lamented a lack of magic in my magic wand of brushes, I have gotten to a place where I surprise even myself on what happened on the canvas. It’s a miracle! I’ve grown, learned and gained so much from allowing myself the sacrifice of that which I loved for that which I’m determined to protect, nurture and am passionate about. Call it a sacrifice for the greater good.

Here’s what I’m talking about. I took a workshop last month that took me to a higher level of accomplishment in one, count them, one day. With the right guidance in a medium that is difficult and tricky but very rewarding, I went from ridiculously naive to wow, OMG it sold in one hour. Here’s the photo of what the right energy can do:

At the same time, I was able to finish another pastel that had been nagging at me since last April. That’s the beauty of pastel. I can come back to it six months later and it will still be there offering the ability to work on it when the inspiration is right. But that’s another story and I distract. The point is, all of a sudden, I was inspired to finish this one –

and finished this one:

And that’s just the pastels!

Suddenly, it all came together. I finished an oil I’d been working on for a year. Yes, I know, a year. But it didn’t get worked on all the time or every day. Sometimes I had to wait a few weeks to know how to move forward on it. So it was slow but definitely worth the wait –

And in my spare time, a few little paintings in the meantime were just jumping off my brushes. like this little painting that’s 4″x 6″ of John Hammond’s Morning Sun, San Marco. I had done this one a few years ago and enjoyed doing it again. It’s not a simple or easy painting to accomplish as there are several complicated elements going on at one time. You’ve got the architecture in the background in a very specific focus even though the center of interest is the activity in the square, with people and birds. It’s an interesting exercise in developing contrast with stark sunlight and deep shadows, values and style in one little image. Here it is:

Trust me, I didn’t do justice to the original or the artist! Merely an attempt at discipline for myself.

And then this also came together:

This one is called The Long Shadows. What I love about this one is that there are actually 2 other paintings under it. I was locked up, remember? It started out as just a far tree line. Then it was a hedge with a house behind it and geese on my lawn in the foreground. I wasn’t happy with it, didn’t think it spoke to the inspiration that I normally have and want to convey. Here it is and I think it’s evident that what became of this, shown above, is much better:

While I enjoyed painting this one, and the inspiration was real; the house behind the hedge, the geese on the lawn and beautiful autumn color, it wasn’t living up to either my ability or my standard of beauty. So I changed it, covered it, started over, and trusted myself to create something out of my imagination rather than from either a photo or plein air that was uninspired.

That little painting of a stream and long shadows is really the first time that I made up a painting all on my own. And for that, what I have to thank is the space in my imagination and creative closet to let some things go so that others can live.

I have given up my Black Cat Treasures Blog, Twitter Account, Facebook page and will probably soon let it have the long slumber it needs so that my art can thrive. I have loved it and always will have a soft spot in my heart for decorative art and all of the simple patterns that emerged from it. Now, however, it’s time to let it go and let my imagination soar on the wings of the great teachers, classes and painting buddies that I’ve met along the way.

Now the future is as wide open as my imagination and I will dig deep into my heart and hope that the sacrifice was worthwhile. Somehow, trusting the universe to show me the road ahead, I’m sure I’ll find my way.

IR

Dec
27

This week we interviewed Bucks County artist and long time art enthusiast, Ilene Rubin. We are truly amazed at her prolific portfolio of work in only six years.  At last count, we tallied fifty three acrylics, eight oils, nine pastels, thirty eight watercolors, thirteen drawings of significant nature. And that does not begin to cover all of the decorative art pieces created for Black Cat Treasures, which is what the artist does for fun. Ha! Some fun, huh? Furniture, tiles, boxes, plaques, and custom commissions.

We spoke with the artist about this abundant portfolio.

Int: When you think about the amount of pieces you’ve created how does it make you feel?

Ms. Rubin: Grateful. I am able to devote time to this endeavor which is my heart’s delight. I am given the latitude and the support of my sweet husband who allows me the space, time and supplies to create. So while I can talk about how I feel about the actual creating part, it would not be anything without the gratitude I feel.

Int: But we counted the amount of pieces you’ve created and it’s astounding in six short years. How do you account for that?

Ms. Rubin: Well, I’m learning a craft so there will be many in the practice of that craft. Most are not what I would call good, some are, and a very few reach a mark that I say illustrate my potential. As to the actual number of them and how I’ve managed to produce them, I believe that it comes from inspiration and the support of those who let me explore that side of my nature.

Int: Speaking of which, where do you find your inspiration?

Ms. Rubin: I see it every day. It’s all around me, everywhere I look, everywhere I go. I see it in the way a mother holds an infant, in the smiles of children at play, I see it in the way sunlight moves through a tree or changes the color of a lawn, I see it in the top tips of leafless trees that catch the sun. I see it in the movement on a city street or on the ripples of a river from high above on a bridge. I see it in the flight of hawks and the prancing of young does. It’s everywhere. I see it in books of paintings of the masters. Nature, great artists, my environment, my eyes and my heart offer me inspiration every single day. Then there’s the spiritual part of inspiration that is so teeming with creativity all around us. And finally, from my teachers. I’ve had wonderful teachers. Lillian Kennedy, Teresa Smith, Jane Friday, James Feehan, Amanda Layre, Donna McCafferty. All of these are teachers that I would recommend wholeheartedly. They are my inspiration as well.

Int: Do you have specific themes that you create from?

Ms. Rubin: Yes and no. Since there are certain aspects of my personality that beg creation more than others then those themes repeat. I tend to create the same scene in multiple mediums because they resonate with me and offer a different visual pleasure in a varied medium. I might feel more proficient that day if I create that same scene in a pastel over acrylic or drawing. It really depends on what I feel. As for specific themes, I am moved by landscapes which I see around me. I very much believe in creating that which I know for therein is the feeling of oneness and connectivity. I cannot create anything that I don’t feel something for, some affinity. Otherwise it may as well be an abstract but I’m not an abstract painter. I want to paint what I feel is beautiful and moving to me, so it’s got to already have seeped into my being on an emotional level in order for me to bring it to life on canvas. And when that happens, it’s almost automatic.

So I like landscapes for that reason. Someone in another locale may not appreciate the environment I’ve created unless they let it into their hearts first, then their minds and psyche. Then they get it. A person who has never been to a place may not recognize the accomplishment of the creation of that environment unless they trust that I recorded the most beautiful aspect of it that I possibly could. I can paint anything but choose to paint a place that you can walk into and feel like you can turn right and see what’s there, or, turn left and know what you will see. Those are the places I love to paint. And it recurs with each road I paint and each river and bridge and barn and field. As for people and florals, it’s the perfection of a moment or emotion that inspires me to grab my brushes and I’m always after that quality of light and beauty that still surprises me even after all I know and have seen. There is still beauty in the world. We just need to recognize it when it’s presented to us.

Int: Does that mean that you don’t consider abstract art pure feeling or valid creation?

Ms. Rubin: That’s not what that means at all. To me, It means that abstract art doesn’t resonate for me and so I can’t feel a connection to it. Because of that I don’t feel it would be indicative of what inspires me and therefore be very good art or the best that I can create. There’s terrific abstract art but that’s just not my thing. Abstract artists probably feel as drawn to the pure feeling of joy of creating their art as I do when I am creating my art. But it would be like saying that a surgeon can do dentistry. He may be able to but it wouldn’t be his forte and so it might show in the finished product.

Int: What’s next for you? Do you think you’ll be painting in twenty years?

Ms. Rubin. Haha, that’s two questions. What’s next is I have a very deep desire to share my art so I will put it out there and see what happens. That’s the first thing. Then, I never want to stop learning, so when I can afford it I take classes with people who understand the process and have been a great inspiration to me through their own art or through their deep respect for teaching and what that means in a giving way to their students.

Int: What does that mean, the giving way?

Ms. Rubin: It means that not all teachers understand the symbiosis of the transfer of knowledge and how it’s a deep connection, a flow from one to another almost like a gift. A teacher can teach method or process but if there is no connection no bond can be made. Without that bond the information may be there but for me it lays flat and I can only continue to absorb to a point. If there becomes a deep abiding respect and curiosity then the teacher and the taught resonates and the student can blossom within that light. It’s a very rich experience for both. Those teachers that only offer the technique on the surface will see students come and go in great number even if they have a great career teaching. But I wonder at the longevity of the sessions without some connection on a deeper level. Some will become better artists but more from their own tenacity than from a deep integration of the teacher’s inner innate ability to open up a student to their own well of knowledge, ability and talent. Those teachers may still be great teachers but the former type are very rare indeed and once found, they are the teachers that become mentors and valued above all others. That’s what it means.

Int: And do you think you’ll be painting twenty years from now?

Ms. Rubin: If I’m here, yes. It’s the one constant in my life that has held my attention and passion and that has seemed like it’s what I’m supposed to be doing here.

Int: Here?

Ms. Rubin: Yes, here. Here. I am on the road that I’m meant to be on. Everything led me here, to this place and time. It wasn’t until I started painting that I felt that way about the direction my life was taking.

Int: What is the highest number of paintings you’ve worked on at one time?

Ms. Rubin: Usually only one or two at a time. However, I just finished three paintings in one week.

Int: Three!

Ms. Rubin: Three. One oil, two pastels. And actually I finished a little acrylic but I don’t love it so I’m not really counting it as done.

Int:  Still, that’s amazing. That’s amazing to be able to split your attention and do more than one painting at a time, let alone finish three in one week.

Ms. Rubin: You have no idea how good that feels, although, I’m sure many artists do that.

Int: Tell us about how good that feels.

Ms. I imagine that it’s like a little like walking down the aisle at a graduation for an advanced degree or hearing that a very important art critic bought one of my paintings. It’s a wonderful affirmation that I’m in a feast phase as opposed to a famine phase. It’s like coming into the light from out of the darkness. I’ve been there too, and trust me on this one, where I am now is much more pleasant.

Int: One last question: What are you working on now and can we see it? Can you tell us about the process?

Ms. Rubin: I’m working on a pastel of a covered bridge. I love the covered bridges of Bucks County. Although they’ve been done and maybe a little overdone, every artist has their own interpretation of what them. I feel like they may be in danger of encroaching technology and progress and that they need to be recorded and preserved, so I want to paint them. They’re still in areas that are small roads without too much development. I’m also considering another oil and have a new acrylic in mind to paint. Here’s what I’ve got so far on the bridge:

I spent weeks taking photos and editing them and choosing just the right one. Here’s the photo reference for this painting. Actually there are three photos but they’re hooked onto the other end of the board.

Here I’ve started with the sky and created the mood by choosing the color palette that will eventually become the background. I’ve added color to the paper that will become the underpainting. There’s not much detail here, just a little light values that will become the composition for later. I am staying away from dark values at this point, because that pretty much sets the composition of the painting, the bones of the finished result. This use of light values and color palette also set the tone for distance, perspective and mood.

Here I’ve begun to add in some points of composition; I’ve got the stone wall, or the beginnings of it, and the structure. The bridge is not set in stone though, because ultimately, I know that my method of painting usually zooms in on the central focal point. So I’ve used a light color to play around with size and placement. Ultimately, that bridge will most likely become smaller, and it may move off to the right a little more. The darker values begin to define the foreground and the basis for distance perspective and the support of the center of interest; the bridge.

More to come.

Int: Thank you for your time, Ilene. We wish you great success and look forward to seeing the finished painting. We appreciate your time, energy and above all, your art. Any chance of seeing those recently finished paintings?

Ms. Rubin: Sure. Here you go. Thank you.

Note: This interview is strictly from the imagination of the artist; the part that is a writer.
You can see more of Ms. Rubin’s art at IleneRubin.com and at Black Cat Treasures.
Dec
07

It’s that time of the year again. I look for things to do around the house because I’m finished my shopping. I’ve gotten all the gifts I’m going to get, and the temperatures are getting too harsh to stay outdoors for long.

Pastel, oils, acrylics, watercolors. The choices are endless and I have to decide where to spend my energy. I have so many things I want to make, paint and create that there aren’t enough hours in the day.

So what do I do? I look for ways to inspire me, thinking, that way, I will be led in the right direction. I go to openings, galleries and art shows. I talk to people about their art. I love to talk art!!

So yesterday, I went to an opening of an art show and sale for two lovely ladies in this area whose art inspires me to do better, to create, to spend the time and to get going. That’s what I love about art — the simplest inspiration can turn into the best creation that I’ve ever turned out!

I visited Sue Ketcham’s studio yesterday. She is an incredible pastel artist in my local area. I’d hoped to get into one of her classes since I moved back to this area in 2008 but it hasn’t happened yet. Wait til you see her art! It’s truly an inspiration. I went with my good friend Libby, and Libby declared to Sue, “You don’t do still lifes, you do ALIVE lifes!” Libby is correct. Visit Sue’s website and you will understand, totally what that means. Her paintings aren’t still in any way. They come alive and ‘live’ on the canvas. They become part of the energy of the room. I promise that even if you don’t think that pastels are your thing, you will look at the paintings, think they are oils, look up closely and go…. “Whoa! That’s amazing!”

We also visited Donna McCafferty’s Studio yesterday as well. Donna is incredibly talented at oils, drawings, acrylics and watercolors. Her studio is called Koi Studio and when you walk in, you will ‘get it’. Wait til you see her Koi paintings and her florals! Her portraits and portrayals of people are downright palm to cheek, wow, but, the Koi and florals will make you stare for minutes on end. Donna taught me a ton of tiny but mind blowing tips about how to add depth and value to sketching, painting and drawing, about how to SEE. I have new eyes after taking Donna’s classes.

I can’t use photos of their paintings here because I didn’t get permission to do so, but you can find their art at the links below.

PS–Sue will be doing a workshop in January for Libby and I. I am so thoroughly happy about this! More afterwards!

Donna McCafferty Blog

Susan Ketcham Website

Nov
13

I should be at my painting class. I’ll be leaving shortly but first I had to write a short blurb about what it’s like to finish a project. A commissioned, huge storage box that would become a child’s toy box to hold all of her treasures. A huge box that looks like Cloisonne decorated with a Chinese dragon that goes all the way around. A stool that has three matching but uniquely different stools for my kitchen. Sometimes they’re painted with pentagrams for those who need it, sometimes they’re painted with folk art; barns and cows, sometimes they’re a little more painterly like a travel case for art supplies that is painted with a tropical landscape scene.

No matter what it is, it’s like the four novels I wrote. There’s nothing so exciting as, “The end”. There’s nothing so exciting as watching the process and progress of taking a blank empty naked piece of wood, tile, tin, stool or cabinet as it transforms (by my hands) into a unique and artistically complete piece that can be used and loved in your/mine/someone’s house. Even if it’s just something that I love the looks of, or that I think someone else will like, it’s like that book. “The End.” It’s done. I put everything into it, thought, research, looking for inspiration and ideas, looking for the right palette and design, sketching and sketching and changing and erasing. Practicing how to paint trees, skies, cats and witches and fences and houses, grass and pumpkins, all the things that go into any one piece. The time behind any given piece is at least as long if not longer than the actual painting of it. That’s why thinking and saying “It’s done” is so special. It’s a feeling for some that their hugely important report is finished, the deal is closed, the test is passed or the case is won. It’s done. It’s finished. It came out great. Sure, it’s a small thing really, I get that, but that doesn’t make it any less magnificent.

Every painter, writer, creator understands. We stand back, wipe our hands on our apron, clap our hands, walk around it fourteen times, contemplate it, nod our heads and say….. It’s Done. Et Voila. Finished. Finis. And then there’s the smile. It spreads slowly but it’s there even if it’s not outwardly evident. It’s the small thing that let’s us (creatives) look in the mirror and think, it was a good day. Ok, I can do that again.

And that’s why watching Julie and Julia was inspirational for me this morning. There was something that both women found they could do and when the meal or dish they created was finished, the feeling of overwhelming accomplishment made their lives a joy. Painting naked wood and tin and stone and tiles makes my life a joy. Hopefully with any luck, I put them out there into the universe and they can give someone else pleasure too. When it comes right down to it, isn’t that, after all, why we do it? The primary edict; what you put out into the universe comes back to you threefold. This then, is my inspiration and my joy and I hope someday that it will be the joy also of those who choose to include the creations of Black Cat Treasures in their homes.

Now I’m off  to my painting class taught by one of the best teachers in the business. James Feehan. More about him later.