My Etsy** store is up and running! Come take a look at what’s for sale! (click Here)
We’ve got chairs(like those above), birds, clouds, critters and prints of original paintings. (I’m super excited about the prints! They turned out so well, I can’t even tell the difference between them and the originals.)
I opened My Etsy** Store to provide quality, original art at affordable prices for everyone. I know purchasing artwork is an investment and in belt-sinching times like these it can even be a sacrifice. So I’ve tried to offer a variety of price points ranging from $18-110.
I will be adding to the collection on a regular basis, so I do hope you’ll stop in and check them out!
I’m deeply appreciative for your support and patronage over the years. Thank you!
**Not sure what Etsy is? That’s ok, not everyone knows It is a web-based marketplace where people around the world connect to buy and sell unique goods. Etsy allows me to offer my artwork to be purchased using a variety of payment methods, including Paypal and credit cards. But mostly, I just love the community! It is such a richly, inspiring place. . . many self-taught artisans as well as professionals. I love it!
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Soon I will be relaunching my Etsy site(for those who aren’t familiar with Etsy it is an online storefront for selling my work ) with a bunch of new work. . ..stay tuned! Very exciting!
Before that relaunch I am currently taking your orders for Giclee fine art prints of any of my current work pictured here: www.shawnagilmore.com
Prices will range from $15-40 and can be printed in a variety sizes depending on the shape of the original painting. Message me [shawnaanngilmore (at) gmail (dot) com] and we can discuss options for sizes, prices, shipping/pickup, the weather, your fear of toenails or anything else you need to ponder.
Because it’s in my nature to analyze, ponder and connect the dots, this current stretch of artistic experimentation runs the risk of dislodging my center with it’s nonsensical whims.
I guess this is why I find participating in a group critique setting provides a wealth of benefit, by helping me narrow in on what’s working and what’s not. It is way too easy to live in my own bubble, going round and round in my head. . . which can be very entertaining at times, but does not necessarily propel me forward.
There is this clever balance between shutting off the voices to hone in on one’s instincts and opening oneself up to receive redirection or improvement.
Enter external feedback. If you are willing, helpful input can make the difference between getting stuck in a rut or finding your groove.
This happens to me a lot. The pressure of a longing to be met, matched with pangs of future regret followed later(sometimes much later) by intense gratitude.
by Li-Young Lee
Sad is the man who is asked for a story
and can't come up with one.
His five-year-old son waits in his lap.
Not the same story, Baba. A new one.
The man rubs his chin, scratches his ear.
In a room full of books in a world
of stories, he can recall
not one, and soon, he thinks, the boy
will give up on his father.
Already the man lives far ahead, he sees
the day this boy will go. Don't go!
Hear the alligator story! The angel story once more!
You love the spider story. You laugh at the spider.
Let me tell it!
But the boy is packing his shirts,
he is looking for his keys. Are you a god,
the man screams, that I sit mute before you?
Am I a god that I should never disappoint?
But the boy is here. Please, Baba, a story?
It is an emotional rather than logical equation,
an earthly rather than heavenly one,
which posits that a boy's supplications
and a father's love add up to silence.
Last spring there began a sort of surging in me to experiment, to push what I was relying on and try other formats and mediums. When I feel this sort of urging I’m learning to question it less and leap more. All summer I diddled, dawdled and gathered ideas, techniques and avenues to explore when the winds of the fall academic season allowed me more time and energy to pursue them.
Sometimes I don’t always understand why I feel so compelled to paint this or that or why I feel restless until I capture a certain image. . .There are times when I have no idea what I’m doing. . .But, what I do know is that when I give myself the freedom to fail I find all manner of understanding.
This gift, the license to fall down, is a process of letting go. Letting go of what others think of what I’m doing or of truly embarrassing myself and instead listening to the still small voice that energizes my weary muscles to do that which I feel utterly compelled to do. . .this is the space I’m learning to occupy.
After I relaxed into this acceptance, hundreds of ideas poured forth, more than I could ever create in a lifetime. Even better, as I continue to nourish this voice in my spirit, I can scarcely see the end to the possibilities. I heard a quote recently that speaks to this phenomenon by Karin Bergquist from Over the Rhine, “Sometimes you have to really work for it and sometimes they are like little gifts and you feel like. . . if your taking care of what I call your signal. . . that part of you, it stays open and you can just tune in and receive these little gifts. . . “
Here’s to open signals and enjoying yourself!
*Painting is my own, an in-progress shot of A New Way of Seeing
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and the intoxication of experimenting with mediums, pushing my skills and stretching my atrophied muscles has left me with a bad case of ADHD. After a long summer of sowing/soaking up life and limited artistic expression I am left swollen and groggy. I certainly can’t create fast enough for my body and schedule to keep up. The more mundane yet necessary work like dishes, laundry and cleaning seem utterly repulsive and quite optional nearly all day. Like a moth drawn to the light I keep being sucked into whatever is on the easel, whilst dinner burns on the stove.
Never fear, balance will eventually be restored to the force. . .next week?
**Photo is Brush Head by Ann Hamilton.