In July this year, 2022, me and my family moved to Calgary, AB. This move was certainly unplanned, and destiny dropped us here in a whirlwind of unlikely events.
I moved too many times in this lifetime, and it was never my wish to do so. This time, for an added benefit, we were homeless for 10 days before moving into our new home. While I am capable of acknowledging it is all a valuable experience, I cannot stress this enough: I never asked for it.
I was only over 2 years old when I moved the first time. I left an idyllic setting (can you imagine, lot’s of flowers, sunny gardens, surrounded by numerous loving family and friends), to move into a communist brut style apartment building, an oversized concrete lego block construction minus the garish colouring. Early, I met my best friend Ivana when I was 2 and a half while she was two. That moment was critical for me developing strong human connections rather than site ones. I love all my people, and I never really left them.
I am a great admirer of colours, I love all colours with great passion and I use them all from time to time. Having to limit the colours I use regularly is just a practical solution to the impossible idea of having them all play a part in each painting.
That is why I developed a system that works for me: I have some regular colours and the special guest stars for a particular painting project.
I was always so curious to see what kind of colours other artists are using so I am sharing my set of the most often chosen colours with one note: I do not promise that I will not change these on a whim. I often ponder to just ditch the most practical colours and use only the colours I truly love. For example, although permanent alizarin crimson is the most practical solution who says I will always want to be practical… Maybe one day I will decide that practical is not my thing and pursue only the colours that I am crazy about. I think that day will surely come and that will be interesting to see.
This is my basic oil painting palette, my main colour stars:
Cadmium yellow light (I do not like this colour, it is in danger of disappearing from my list)
Cadmium yellow medium
Cadmium orange deep
Cadmium red light
Permanent alizarin crimson (this is a boring colour)
Phthalo green (this colour is a bully)
Transparent oxide red (there is no black without this one)
Terra rosa (what I said about phthalo green)
I do not really believe in limited palettes. Why would you want to limit yourself with colours? That would be like if a writer used only one set of words and combined them till the end of time. That sounds very taxing to me. I see how limiting colours can be beneficial for some artists but we are all so delightfully different, aren’t we?
I haven’t listed the special guest star colours, but you can go have a look at the variety offered by paint manufacturers to get that exact list 😁 (I see no point in listing you an entire catalog).
I am currently auditioning different violets, as I will be adding a regular violet once I have established which one that is. I guess in a couple of years, it takes me a while to make these decisions and even then their fate is uncertain. I am currently leaning towards Mars Violet.
You can see me here still using a violet I mixed from ultramarine blue and alizarin crimson.
I will be presenting at our chapter’s (Federation of Canadian Artists Central Okanagan Chapter) upcoming monthly meeting on Monday, March 7 at 7pm. That is actually a very special day for me, it is 16,801st day of my life and my birthday. Statistically speaking, I am past the mid point in my life and need to be more careful about how I distribute my time and energy in future. Basing your decisions on facts, remains important every day of your life.
This is a demo recording compilation done after the meeting demo.
This is a story about love, about God’s hand, about life, strong hearts, paintings and connections.
Taking on this story telling is quite an ambitious task for me. I have no idea how I am going to manage with such a complex story to tell. It is not a story about a well known battle you can find in history books but there is certainly a battle here. It is all about the hidden, behind the scene things, things you do not say or write about, things you feel or just suspect you may have felt in that instance but it quickly ran away. This story could be somebody’s life work and I am just trying to squeeze it into a blog post.
I am a visual artist. I generally paint still life pieces but stray off to other genres as well. This is not a story about me.
This is a story about God and Lee.
Anyway, to fully understand my part in all this, I will share how I met Lee in 2010.
I moved to Canada from Europe in summer 2010, pregnant, along with husband and our 3 year old son.
I met Lee when I literally knew nobody here, I was new to the area, country and actually to the entire continent of North America. I had only a very strong determination and understanding that if I fail I will certainly die and to die I did not want.
I was connected, by divine influencers to a number of people who will help me stay afloat and Lee was there. I was surrounded with divine love and every step of the way I was carried and nurtured. Lee was a God’s mother for me, she had strength, wisdom and she knew how to get things done. I can imagine I was not the most pleasant encounter for Lee, (being in survival mode) at the time, but she really left a very clear impression. She really was and still is an inspiration for me.
We are back in 2021 now, it is winter and I am painting a still life featuring a mannequin wearing a red crystal heart. While I work, the story is developing and I have a very clear idea about it before I complete the work. That is how I came to reveal that it is Lee that this painting is about and I named it Love Lee. I showed it to my art mentor at the time and she said, I remember the exact words, that it is a STRONG PIECE.
Mannequin is surrounded with a variety of objects that range from very soft to hard and the main character although clearly a focus of painting was in the background. First, there is a very soft scarf that I took a lot of care to describe. Maybe it seems irrelevant but actually, in my native language (Serbian) there is a part of heart called heart scarf so basically I am already subconsciously launching into the medical aspects. I am making all these decisions and I am completely unaware of the meaning of it all. During the course of the painting I changed the background couple of times and got upset with the flower container but I never changed the mannequin with heart or the scarf. What Lee revealed to me the other day is that the colour of the background is exactly the colour of her eyes.
In spring I connected with Lee on Facebook and sent her the picture of the painting and explained that she is the inspiration for it. She liked the painting and shared it with her friends. Soon everything was as usual. Painting was juried into a regional juried art show called OASIS organized by Central Okanagan Chapter of Federation of Canadian Artists that is held in Peachland Art Gallery every year. I delivered the painting to Peachland Art Gallery around June 26th, and exhibition opened on June 29th. Beginning of July I logged into Facebook to share with Lee that she can drop by the gallery, as she lives in Peachland, to see the show and painting she inspired. It was very disturbing to learn that Lee was in hospital with heart problems. Apparently, her getting to ER was just around the time the exhibition opened. It was revealed by the facts that I did not just show my appreciation for Lee with my work, it was an altogether new message, for Lee.
God was here and I did not even know.
I am excited to share those godly messages, writing Lee messages trying to let her know about the painting while she is in hospital fighting for her life and probably thinks I am insane talking about a painting. I am not even sure I am making sense with things I am telling her. I cannot begin to understand how she felt, she probably thought I was very insensitive and I am not even sure I managed to say what I needed to say or maybe she just understood all on her own. Even in that state, she was more composed and grounded than me and she understood, as unlikely as I made it for her. Her second, crystal heart came for her to Peachland and she is not to give up. There is a new heart, the one she built herself with the love she poured into this world.
You could probably translate it like this: Love you Lee, stay strong, heart is renewed, love and support to follow, no giving up.
Lee decided to buy the painting as part of her new meaningful purchases philosophy, and few days ago I delivered it and took a photo of Lee with it. Lee looks fantastic! I was blown away as to how well she is recovering.
I am so grateful to be part of this messaging that happened between God and Lee. I do not know how I deserved such great honour. I was blessed to witness beautiful love of the creator.
If you are still not clear on what kind of battle this story is about, well, I gave you just snippets, you must realize I am not a writer but a painter. I gave you all the parts you need to make up a story yourself. Lee was battling the doubts and fears presented by the family history, doctor’s forecasts and all the what ifs. Lee won.
After the 2020 Art Walk was canceled this year we had a somewhat changed format but equally popular. Instead of an indoor event we are used to, this year we had an outdoor experience. We were spread out in parks and wineries, 12 different locations altogether and visitors were touring the Lake Country on their own discovery adventure. It was a blast! People loved it and I also enjoyed being outdoors instead of being locked in for the entire day, although I suggest you have some sun protection because I got a bit sunburnt.
I have produced a video last week for Arts Matter Online, organized by Penticton and District Community Arts Council. This video is supported by Penticton & District Community Arts Council, Province of BC, Regional District of Okanagan-Similkameen, Canada Helps, Gore Mutual, and generous community sponsors