Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Brushes...

A good brush is like breathing for an artist. Preserving the favorites is a one of the challenges to a frugal artist. I still have the first professional watercolor brush my mother bought my sister Sarah at the age of four, a lovely robust size 10. Thanks Sarah, let me know if you would like it back…
I remember painting in the dorms at RIT. All my brushes I would use for a project would sit corralled in my cup of water ready for immediate use. Our teachers had just introduced us to 000/1 brushes, tiny fine brushes. I loved them for the precision they allowed me to control the pictures crispness. Amazing things happen when the outlining of an object with a slightly almost not there fine line and the whole object pops! This is one of those obsessions that keeps the wonders of paintings keep me working. One aggravating problem kept occurring… No matter how much or how little I spent on a brush my brushes eventually bent just on the very tip. In Rochester I compensated by changing my hand position. When I moved to Germany I tried a hanging basket. Unfortunately they were not very practical for such slender brush grips.

I’ve just been to Florence were I hopped into a tiny whole in the wall art supply store where they had handmade Italian brushes. Oh the price was worth the whole trip. The quality as well… When they are put in water they come out a point with the water at the top of the brush as a good water color brush should work only so miniature. Really a dream brush…

I realized while painting somewhere along the way I’ve learned to preserve the tips of my brushes. So simple I could slap my university self. Don’t let the tip rest down in the water. Wash them out and leave them flat on the table. The only time the tip bends is when they are full of paint releasing their wonder on the paper. The lack on the grip is also better preserved. I don’t remember when this realization arrived. I do know that I can line my brushes up and say which batch I started this practice the, tips are straight.


…if  I’d just known this when my mother had bought me that size six professional watercolor brush at age six…that brush was regulated long ago to the bent brush ben…

It's been a while...

It's been a long while since I posted. I have been working from the background on new work. A new blog theme has been hatched. When I began this blog I thought I would just drop by and post. Then I got rolled up in what could best be called stage anxiety. So I have done some deep thinking and a lot of writing. I have decided I am only going to focus on the art here. At first it felt stilted, with time I hope it opens a door into my studio. So here is the plan, on Tuesday I have a formal piece that takes a critical look at how I think about my art. Then I hope to post pictures throughout the week from the studio.

Please note I now have in addition to a blog a new web page www.edgeatmirage.com and I have opened an etsy shop, https://www.etsy.com/shop/EdgeAtMirageStudio.


















Thursday, October 15, 2015

Cliff Tree...


Sunset through the grass...


New starts…


I’ve been plugging quietly away at sketching and painting. These last two years have been crazy. Every time I get to this point something goes off. We moved, the house got unpacked and set right, we got my husband settled. We got the children settled in. My husband bought an e-bike finally… We moved the children’s schools to get them more settled… The saga goes on…

I’ve always wanted to be an artist… I tell people I am an artist. This year I began getting commissions. Things have finally settled enough that I have time to finish pieces and my husband is finally ready to make space for helping so when I get a piece that needs to get out he picks up some of the household slack. The advertising seems terrifying. I thought the practice of getting up and facing an empty page and filling it would be the hardest part of this job. Nope! Ringing my own bell seems to be my latest worst nightmare… However hopefully I’ll soon have a rhythm one ore in paint other ore in advertise…

So I’m letting you in on a tiny secret… I’m on etsy.com. If you would like to see my work I can be found here EdgeAtMirageStudio If you would like to follow me on instagram to see daily new work that will soon be up at etsy catch me at edgeatmirage. I am also on FaceBook at Emily Froemel. I can be found on twitter at TartTulip.


My plan is here I will post my process. Instagram I will post finished pieces that will go up fairly quickly on etsy. I’ll post on facebook and twitter when new things go up on etsy.  

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Hello Creativity...

Since I was six I wanted to draw and paint. As a small child I was always creating my world on paper. A fraction of what was in my head came out. I always had creativity to lean back on... I got older and moved onto sewing and was relatively good at that as well, I built doll houses and had fun with that as well I could not imagine leaving this facinating pocket of creativity behind. As I grew up and had more and more responsibilities and priorities my creativity disapeared. There was a huge black despairing whole in my life, I became wooden and learned to modulate my creativity to what others thought it should be. When I entered into college I thought yeah my life is mine and I have a chance to dig it out of the back of my closset and discover it again... Allas my journey took  a downturn as there was much pressure on the home front to use my education as something that would turn into a job and art was clearly not a steady income. I burried the dream shuttled my art into medical illustration and tried my best to produce what my teachers and parents thought were "good" peices. They were not mine and I felt like a fraud doing research and needing to copy other artists so that I had the recognizable anatomical positions for my layouts. Occassionally I found information that would turn my pictures into my pictures and I could argue a new angle. I lived for these moments the discussions and arguements wrapping myself in my research remembering books, quotes and page numbers. I did find a pallet I loved, way to bright for the pastels that at the time set medical illustration apart from a lot of other kinds of illustration. When I graduated I felt like I had been through hell and back and it was all pointless because I had lost my creativity again...

I discussed going back to school and began a program for being a resource teacher for children with disabilities. I began working with adults with learning disabilities. I met my husband a German engineer working in the United States. He headed to Germany shortly after we met and with what felt like nothing better to do I moved back with him. I had hoped in Europe away from the oppression of so many companies closing down that my creativity would re-apear. Allas I was lost liturally between translations. My partner and later husband moved me from a city which I had thought much to small at a meer million poeple to a village in the deep parts of southern Germany in the land of the Schwaebians. I learned fast that I could speak all I wanted in Hoch Deutch, but it did not fly because people speak there a deep interlaced dialect that they are not happy to share, every couple of Kilometers peoples dialects begin to vary, as they do not tend to move far from their homes. I spent many hours walking feilds and talking with the cows, who were quite hospitibal and had been so well cared for that any time people walked by they walked along with them. It was sweet and the country side was gorgous. If you got up in the morning when the mist covered many of the feilds and only the Roman recreated towers would poke out you could imagine how it must have looked when the romans really were marching through this country side some six hundred years before.

We moved again and I thought my creativity was definately dead. I started to teach English which at least got me out of feelling so stupid with my German. We moved again closer into the city with a University. I finally felt like I was maybe going to servive living here. I have a close knit varying group of forigners that move through. We have two children now, shortly after number two came along I became officially a Hausfrau. I take care of the children, entertain, clean, decorate and paint. Since Louis my first arrived I got a babysitter and painted. It felt a little forced and I wasn't always sure what to paint but it was my time. When Madeleine my second was small one of my friends stole away with her and I had the morning to myself. I tried painting it was mechanical. I couldn't seem to get to my creativity. I discovered this program on the internet called the inner mean girl school of reform. I discovered I was self sabataging and slowly I began to release and create a world were my creativity could have the potential to live.

One of the things we were supposed to do was seround ourselves with like minded people. As I was feelling life was a bit bleak and deserty for creative people I thought I'll put it out there, but I've nearly been here ten years and I've yet to meet like minded people. So I cleared the cobwebs got the image as close to clear as possible and left it. Wouldn't you know along came my closest freinds both imersed in home projects. One a successful belly dancer who had gained her fame through hard work and the internet. The other very busy mother of two who always had time for a little knitting. It was wonderful to be packed in by two people who know how to find their creativity. Really different, but they both know how to reach for that sweet creative space which I was desparetly back to searching for...

I started a blog as Martina said that is the place to start. It was SCARY to think about writing on a subject when I wasn't sure how I was going to find and keep my creativity flowing. She kept saying keep it going the creativity will just come and burn just be ready for it. So I started you can read my first blogs. Then I began another internet course called the Mindful Artist with Michele Theberge that was this summer of 2012. Finally someone who knows how to reach creativity. She described her journey offered books and references to other artists who were one with their creativity. Her last class had mostly focused on technology issues but I lucked out as this course most people were interested in developing their creativity. She set up assigments. The one that for me was so pivital was her assignment that we produce a complete peice each day for a month no excuses just hook into that creativity and see were it goes...The first time I saw this I thought this is crazy I can't do that I don't have time and my stuff is all too big.

Light bulb in the middle of the night somewhere between wake and sleep it hit. Make an I can kit. So the next day I hit the studio dug out my conte case made a mini watercolor color case out of a pencil box with my tiny brushes underneath and the tray above holding dry paint, along with a small water bottle that holds less than a shot of water. I have this plasticky net bag that holds A4 paper with a zipper pocket that I had with the off chance that I might need to transport small peices. Stuck in A4 Bristal cold press paper and archibald cold press block of paper ca. 14cm squared. While my children played at the park I sat under the trees and made art. I drew just what was at the top of my head. No models, just layed back on all that information I have packed away about color and layout. I reached deep down past the fear, past the self riducule and grabbed those ribbons of creativity and road the rapids. It was is delicious, fulfilling and freeing. My whole world has changed around. When I find myself thinking life is going too fast, too mechanical, too boaring I carve five minutes out and disapear with my I can kit and feel my toes, remember to breath with my diaphram and ride the creative flow. Facinating, no?

So here are the fruits of my labor in no particular chronological order and I have not edited anything out as I think the volume is more important than the individual peice that were completed each day...


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

object in progress...

Last week I did not step into the studio. Hmmmm... the garage needed cleaning....Well it did as snow seems to be just around the corner probably late November early December...or January... It was delightfully crisp outside and just OK for a sweatshirt. I don't like wearing lot's of clothes to clean in. Wet sleeves...uhg... Our garage got used a lot the first year we lived in the house when Louise was born and then slowly it filled up swith stuff we no long needed. So I found homes for the stuff and now our garage is free to put the car in and we no longer need to worry about scratching ice of the windsheild or snow off the top of the car. Woohoo...

Now back to painting...my curent acrylic is coming along. I put the backround in. I think it's done but you never know I was hoping it would come out more textured and it came out fairly smooth, but I like the colors so best not to overwork it too much. As the detail in the subject comes more out it may need to be adjusted. It is a work in progress in another week it should look a bit more rounded I'm hoping it's close to finished but nothing is finished until it is finished...