I have absolutely no idea where this series will go to post. I just felt the need to write my personal history. We will see the finality of the thing …
I finished yesterday on my meeting with meditation. Now of course I knew. I was a little trying to relax on mystical music after reading Eat Pray Love. I had a little bit of relaxation therapy.
This time I understood why and I threw myself into a real habit. Gradually, I understood my thoughts. It’s not that I domptais. But my muscle “let go” was reinforced …
My thoughts left room in my little head and ideas exploding.
Meanwhile, I had to start taking taste to beauty through photography. I multiplied clichés (toddlers necessarily) and perfectionnais me in understanding the various rules of composition, color, light. It was exciting. I created a pinhole. I photographed superimposed. I played in post-production for vintage or textured images as was fashionable. Finally, this was not enough for me.
The ideas came in their thousands and photography does not allow me to exploit. Nor the techniques of paintings that I had learned. At the time of my painting classes, we should always make an image. Often, I decided not to do like others and draw shapes. My 2nd teacher (lovely) smiled at me but made me understand that next time, I had to bring something to reproduce. I never brought back. Just draft annotated lines and colors. Yet my paintings did not like. They lacked something. Impossible at the time to say anything.
|Jean by Fanny Wild|
But I was determined to find. This flood of ideas could not remain in draft form (in my logs, loose papers in my in my sketches on my phone …) Directorate net and youtube. I have scoured hundreds of videos. It took me time … and then I came across a mixed media video. The artists were not content to apply judicious mix of colors. They created textures!
|Background texture by Fanny Wild|
I accumulated the mixed media images, videos, and I fell on a raw, frenetic art. You had to have several projects at the same time not to release the creative flow, not stop during drying. Son of needle, I’m really passionate about this art form and these videos in which the artist began to paint, to start recording without having to head ideas !!!!!!!! I was flabbergasted! I needed that.
After a period of accumulation, I decide to test, test and re test. I started to research the products found in France. I was bulimic these techniques and gradually I understood what these artists were in addition to the realization of beautiful paintings. They incorporated a way of seeing life lightly, no teaser.
|Mon first birds by Fanny Wild|