Day 13 – Painting for Parkinsons’s – Worth the Wait – Prairie Shimmer


‘Worth the Wait – Prairie Shimmer
“11”x14″ unframed oil on extra-deep canvas
By Cheryl Peddie

This Painting has SOLD!!!

New! I can also now accept credit card over the phone. And as always, cheques & cash. Contact me directly at (403) 270-9755 or Thank you!

I will be donating 50% of this painting’s sale price to the Parkinson Alberta Society!

Well it’s been a day of adapting and patience. But also one of great rewards. Although I am not in Calgary for the weekend, I am still bound and determined to continue painting and posting. I packed up all my painting gear with great care (or so I though) and safely stowed it in the truck. Only to wake up this morning and realize I forgot to bring my turps and walnut oil (a painting ‘medium’. We finally found an art supply store so I was able to get painting later on in the morning. The painting went great. I had heaps of fun again incorporating my new ‘intuitive painting style into my more traditional landscapes. I even broke one of my primary rules … I used teensy brushes! What a delight rebellion can be! I used them in an almost calligraphic way allowing them to sweep and curl across the canvas. It was a pure joy.

Even after I completed the painting, more patience was required. I began learning how to post on WordPress with my iPad. I can tell you that posting without a proper keyboard and with a hotel Wifi connection that is sketchy and slow as molasses does not jive when one is trying to hurry. But I’m almost there. The only thing I couldn’t manage was creating a link to PayPal. So I hope requesting that if you’d like to buy ‘Worth the Wait’ you give me a call on the good old-fashioned telephone, will suffice!*

*Update – Am now happily back in my studio in Calgary, and have been able to set up my PayPal link. Thanks so much for your patience!

Despite the glitches today, painting this little piece really was worth the wait. I hope you’ll agree. Thanks for reading, Cheryl.

Day 11 – Painting for Parkinson’s – Spring has Sprung!

SpringHasSprung-web“Spring Has Sprung”
12″x12″ Unframed Oil on extra-deep canvas
by Cheryl Peddie

This painting has SOLD!
Wow – what a great day – thank you so much H.M. for supporting Parkinson’s and my project!

I will be donating 50% of this painting’s sale price to the Parkinson Alberta Society!

“Spring has sprung! The grass is riz.
I wonder where the birdies is?”

Well we’re certainly ready for spring. A March snow dump caught us on the weekend, and then a smaller one last night. If there’s birdies around here they must have their woolies on and hiding by the fireplace!

But there’s no hibernating around here these days! I had the privilege to teach an art class for a great group of gals – Marla, Erinn, Dee & Heather – last night. The snow was flying outside but inside our brushes were cookin’ with creative energy! After seeing my new intuitive paintings, the gals decided they’d like a lesson on that. So we tossed our photo references to the wind and let our imaginations free.

It was a little challenging at the beginning to realize that one could begin painting, without the knowledge of what exactly it was that you were painting. I think everyone had that ‘deer in the headlights’ moment when you realize that if it doesn’t have to be anything, that means there’s no right or wrong; no limits. At that moment I think we get a little paralyzed. To me it’s like being adrift in the cereal aisle amongst the seemingly thousands of cereal brands we’re faced with choosing from. How on earth do we choose what to paint (or put in our cereal bowls)?

So, we chatted about how perhaps, inspiration is like motivation. With motivation, it usually doesn’t ‘happen’ until after you’ve already gotten up of the couch to go do whatever it is that needs doing. It’s counter-intuitive, but it’s common that action precedes motivation. And I think inspiration is a lot like that. If you’re waiting for it to come to you before your brush hits the canvas, you’ll likely have a long wait. But if you can trust that once you begin, your creativity will begin to flow – it happens. I think it’s because once you’ve got things happening on the canvas, you’ve given yourself something to respond to. The process of artwork is like a conversation that’s happening between you and what’s appearing on your canvas. And that conversation creates a connection that fuels further interaction. It’s a cyclical process.

It’s cyclical. Hmm. So interesting. It’s cyclical, just like the seasons. I’d been thinking of the nature of cycles when I was painting this piece, because I knew I was painting ‘springtime’. But I hadn’t considered that the process of creating art is a cycle just like our seasons are – until just now.

So as winter yields to spring. And the grass rises, and the birds come back. And the seasons continue – there’s rebirth and renewal in all cycles – even painting.

Thanks again to all the ladies who attended last night’s workshop. You all are yet another reason why I love to paint. Thanks for reading. Cheryl

The Journey

‘The Journey’ (Studio version)
24″x36″ Framed oil on gallery-wrapped canvas
By Cheryl Peddie

You might recognize this image, as similar to the study I’d posted earlier this summer, under the title ‘10,000 Hours’. In fact it is similar – this is a ‘studio version’ of that small study. I loved the little piece so much that I decided to do this larger version so I could immerse myself in the scene one more time.

In my post for the study, I know I spoke about how the hours we put into whatever it is we love doing is an important factor of success. However, I missed an important element. I learned about that element this week from my ‘life coach’. (Ahh jeepers, let’s be real. She’s actually my therapist.) And the part of the equation that was still eluding me was ‘belief’.

Turns out if I don’t really believe I’m capable of achieving whatever it is I’m putting in all those hours at my easel… well I might as well have been playing tiddly winks. Further, if I don’t really believe that I’m creating something special... something only I can do and that others might want around them… I likely won’t be able to convey it to anyone. It’s not just about logging the hours in front of my easel. Because when it is, I usually just ended up standing back with my hands in my pockets and separating myself from it because I’m too too shy to own it. Too scared of speaking to how it is a unique part I love about myself and my life. ‘Aww… it’s just putting in the hours … anyone could have done the same thing…’ I’d mumble to myself; or, ‘It was just a fluke… I’ll never be able to pull this off again…’.

Rather, It’s about believing in and owning the magic and uniqueness of who I am, of the fact that I am an artist. It’s about believing that it’s worthy to be shared. Believing that I am worthy of sharing it and of believing in myself. And believing that if I share it, others might believe in it – and me – too. This is why I paint. Thanks for reading, Cheryl.

10,000 hours

‘The Journey’ – 7″x9″
Southwest of Calgary, AB along Highway 22
Oil on Canvas  • SOLD
by Cheryl Peddie.

My morning coffee didn’t do the trick today. As I found my eyes getting heavier, my motivation to get to the studio began to fade. Then my Monday morning blues hit. My brain began to whirl – why on earth was I trying to ‘be’ an artist in the first place – after all how many artists really get anywhere with their craft anyways? Isn’t this really just a pipe dream? And besides, after all the years I’ve been painting if my work was ‘good enough’ wouldn’t I be selling tons of it already? With these questions nagging at me, I went looking for some inspiration online. Happily I found it. But maybe not in the places one would expect. I found it in Malcolm Gladwell’s theory of 10,000 hours. From his book ‘Outliers‘, the premise goes that it takes 10,000 hours to truly master a skill.

Well I thought, surely I’m nearly there. Even though painting was primarily just a hobby of mine for the first 7 years or so, surely the last few years of working at it more seriously have made up for it. And after that many years, wouldn’t my lack of results still prove that I should just hang up my brushes? Not being a math whiz I dug out my calculator. The results left me a little gobsmacked. Even with generous approximations of the number of hours I’ve spent painting over the last 15 years, my total came to just slightly over one-fifth of that golden 10,000 hour mark – 2640 hours to be ‘approximately exact’.

Although I was a little floored to realize I still had over 7000 or so hours to go, I also felt a little lifted. Suddenly I didn’t expect to ‘prove’ myself through the dauntingly blank canvas that waits on my easel. If it turns out to be a dud and ends up a frisbee, (hurtling through my studio towards the garbage can) it won’t mean I’m not a ‘good’ artist. It will only mean that being a creative person is a journey. A journey in which success doesn’t mean creating a masterpiece each time I step into the studio. Success means stepping into the studio. Every hour, every day, every week, every year.

In fact my whole thought process reminded me of a conversation I had with a fellow at Galleria, while I was doing a painting demonstration there this weekend. The nice man asked me if I believed that creativity and artistic talent was a ‘gifted’, innate thing, or if it was something that could be learned. I replied that I truly believed it could be learned. And that if there was a ‘gift’, I believed it was the gift of having enough desire for it. So much desire that we’re willing to spend enough time at our art to become proficient at it. I guess I should have taken my own advice!

So in contrast to how my morning began, I’m heading to my studio, anticipating success. Every hour of it!

PS – the painting above was finished just this past Thursday. (Hour 2635) Thanks for reading! Cheryl Peddie.