I captured this beautiful scene on a trip to Mexico last spring. We were fortunate to get a private tour of Cozumel while we were there. Our tour guide drove us all around the island and stopped at a variety of beautiful spots. This was on the east side of the island, if my memory serves. It was amazing to have such solitude amongst the vastness of nature. So grateful for the experience. I’ll be showing this painting for the first time on Sun, Nov 23 at the Cochrane Arts Central group art sale. Join us from 11-4 to see more of my new work.
‘Come Along, Bessie’ 12″x16″ oil on canvas by Cheryl Peddie
Who knew a city girl like me could paint cows?
22″ x 28″ Oil on Canvas
by Cheryl Peddie
So glad this snow is on my canvas, instead of in on our sidewalks!
I will be painting live, from 12-4 pm at the:
‘High River High Tea’
Monday, May 19th
Evanescence Art Gallery
61 8 Ave SE, High River, AB
Refreshments • Door prize • Fashion Show
Admission by donation
In order to attend, you must RSVP!
Tickets can be purchased in person, over the
phone or by email with a credit card prior to May 17.
403-652-2512 or evanescencegallery[at]gmail[dot]com
‘Through the Forest and the Trees’
16″x20″ Oil on canvas by Cheryl Peddie. SOLD
This one brings a smile to my face because it is the product of some good-natured teasing by my framer. After doing a beautiful framing job on my last art show, Lead Designer (aka ‘The Framing Goddess’) Melanie Figueroa with Atlantis Fine Framing & Art Studio commented that all the pieces I’d done for this show, were either horizontals, or squares. There wasn’t a single vertically-oriented painting in the bunch!
I promptly got out a new canvas and painted this piece, to begin balancing things out!
Thanks for reading, it means a lot to me that you’re here.
I believe that this is my favorite piece I’ve done in a long time. I love that I finally figured out a way to paint geranium leaves in a loose, colorful way. I always puzzled over how to convey their frilly and ruffled, yet substantial nature. I painted this small, 6″x8″ piece as a way to unwind after working on a larger canvas all day.
It felt so refreshing to just watch and feel my hands and body moving, pulling all sorts of fresh colors together. I love the blues, purples and hot pinks. And I love that i just let most of the brush strokes lay where they were. At first I thought they needed more; that they seemed just scribbled and unfinished. But I realized that they were deliciously, perfectly whole, just as they were.
I consciously resisted adding any more to them, and was thankful I stopped. I reveled in this self-acceptance. It was one of those times when I glimpsed my own knowledge and value. And all because I chose to trust in my own intuitive ability. This one’s gong to stay in my collection.
Thanks so much for reading. Cheryl.
12″ x 12″ oil on canvas
by Cheryl Peddie
‘Blossoms’ was a good lesson for me in judgement. Or, make that – a lesson for me in NON-judgement. I began this piece as a demonstration at Galleria in Inglewood – the gallery that represents me. I’d originally planned to do a more detailed still life of books and mugs on a shelf. It was a gorgeous summer day though; the gallery was playing awesome music and I just felt like painting from my shoulder. Maybe other artists know what I mean? Just splashing the paint on the canvas, Letting loose and piling on the pretty colors. ‘Blossoms’ was the result.
Trouble was, that the next day I looked over my canvas and thought ‘WTH IS this mess?!!’. Sure it was fun, but… this piece was so flat, wasn’t it? The flowers looking up at me had no depth; they were a mishmash without a light and shadow pattern I usually strive for.
So I went into it, and yet again, let loose. I did fix up some of the blooms that I hadn’t yet gotten to. Adjusted some of the temperatures and values. Added a couple petals flowing off the canvas. It was fun. By then I had so much oil on the canvas that I really couldn’t add any more without making mud.
When I stepped back to look at it I still couldn’t quite decide how happy I was with it. I mean, there was no perspective, still very limited depth, and still no firmly established light and shadow pattern. And yet…
It’s pretty. I love the blues, purples, and pinky-corals. And my kind friends and acquaintances on my Facebook page seemed to really like it. But it was still unsettling. I mean, creating it wasn’t that HARD. I felt like I was cheating. Shouldn’t something I’m charging money for require more justification and evidence of my artistic skill? Surely something that was this fun to create couldn’t possibly be in the same ‘league’ as my more detailed urban scenes, for example.
I wish I could say I had some sort of revelation at this point. That I realized I don’t have to exhaust myself or analyze a canvas to death, to make it valuable. I guess I still enjoy the detailed pieces too – just in a different way. And maybe there’s room for both – I could bring a little more ‘fun and loose’ into even my more intricately composed pieces. I like the idea of that, because work and life really shouldn’t HAVE to be so hard, to be of value.
But, it’s 9:00 now and time to open up my studio for the day, and begin again.
Thanks for reading; all my best. Cheryl.
6″x8″ unframed oil on canvas
by Cheryl Peddie
I was surprised to see the rolling terrain in south central Alberta, as we drove to Montana for our holidays last summer. I love how the hills in the distance turn purple and blue. They contrast beautifully against the yellows and greens of the sunlit foreground.
8″x10″ oil on canvas • SOLD
by Cheryl Peddie
Am I an oddball? I’ve read a lot about other artists’ motivations lately. Comments about how their art depicts what’s in their heart and soul. Or, that a particular piece explores their beliefs about some particular issue. I notice stories like these because the story of my own motivation often seems to be missing. It’s not like I lost it. To lose something, you have to have owned it in the first place. Or at least, knew what the heck it looked like.
When I ask myself was in my heart when I painted this piece? Or what message I was trying to get across by painting the prairie in this way? Couldn’t tell you. Most of the time, I just go on auto-pilot when I’m painting. I’m not thinking ‘well if I put this stroke that way, it conveys this big idea I have or feel’.
When I’m painting, I just like that my brain chatter, worries and my TTD list shuts off. Things around me just still and my mind slips into peacefulness. I like the motion of reaching for paint, mixing it, laying it down on the canvas. The dance of stepping back to consider what’s there, what isn’t, what needs to still happen; and then moving back to make it happen.
But as to what I’m trying to represent of myself, of my subject matter? Most of the time, your guess is as good as mine. Now I realize, this is likely not what customers want to hear. I think that some folks want to hear about the inside story of a painting – the artists’ vision. Or some philosophical ‘why’ of a particular piece. But for most of my work, I just can’t articulate what my ‘why’ is. So I know I’m sticking myself out on a limb here.
What I do know is how I’ve heard my art being spoken of. I’ve heard folks comment on how a lot of my images have a short depth of field; about how some of my brush work is admired because it’s ‘unexpected’. About how clean my color is and of how it makes people feel happy to view.
So that makes me wonder: can you really always decide what part of your ‘insides’ will come ‘outside’ to live on your own canvas? So, yes, ones art can depict what’s in their heart and soul. But I think that although you can want this or that emotion, belief, viewpoint, or message to express itself, maybe it can’t be orchestrated or composed in such a predictable way.
Maybe it’s more of an unpredictable revealing of what’s in our hearts and souls. In an exquisitely vulnerable way, our paintings are an opening of ourselves. We do not know in advance what aspect of ourselves is going to be revealed. It is this that makes each piece of art so rare and beautiful. Each painting reveals a moment in time in the artists’ life and being, that is like no other.
Thanks for reading. All my best, Cheryl.
Hope in Bloom
8″x10″ oil on canvas
by Cheryl Peddie
‘Hope in Bloom’ began as a painting of the blossoms on the Schubert Cherry tree in our back yard. I was up early one morning and caught them, just as the sun was beginning to rise. I’m a nut for purples and blues though, so the white cherry blooms morphed into purple lilacs!
The final result is a little more abstracted than I expected, but that’s okay with me. I like the way the light is flickering through, giving the petals the illusion of movement. The roof of our neighbors across the back lane is visible in the background – I made it a little darker than it appeared to allow the paler colors to take center stage.