Early Snow

Early Snow
Early Snow – 22″ x 28″ Oil by Cheryl Peddie

Early Snow
22″ x 28″ Oil on Canvas
by Cheryl Peddie

So glad this snow is on my canvas, instead of in on our sidewalks!

Special Event!
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
403-652-2512
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

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

Spring Thaw Begins

‘Spring Thaw Begins’ 7″x9″
Oil on Canvas – unframed
by Cheryl Peddie • SOLD •

I don’t really know how I ended up painting a scene with snow in it today. Outside the thermometer’s reading 30°C. Maybe it was spending a tranquil half hour out on the deck this morning. It was both a typical morning in Calgary – chilly – and a non-typical morning – quiet. It’s always a good day when there’s a little fog overlying the city. Magically the fog hushes and soothes the busy sounds of the city. Traffic noises still and all we can hear are the birds. So there I sat, breathing in that beautiful, cool foothills air. It put me in mind of peaceful spaces and places I guess. So maybe not such a surprise that what ends up on my easel at the end of the day, is a scene of early spring on the prairies. Not so early that the air is hard and unforgiving, but not so late that all the snow has yet melted away. Just those perfectly unique days when the air smells like nothing other than spring on its way.

Update – NEW! To purchase this painting, please visit my dailypaintworks.com page. I’ll be showing and selling my (hopefully) daily painted small works there! There’s also a wonderful selection of other artwork and the prices are great. What I really like is that you can even purchase through paypal, so that makes things safe and easy. Thanks again! Cheryl

Winter Trees, Frosty Air

Winter Trees, Frosty Air – 18″x24″ Oil on Canvas – SOLD –
The day I took the photo reference for this painting was a grey, windy morning after a
spring snow storm. There’s a lot more color in the painting than there was in the original
photo because I want to paint the way I see a scene in my head and heart; not necessarily
just the way it appears exactly in my viewfinder. And to me, this day was all about the frosty air nipping at my ears, nose and fingers, and delicate mazes of negative spaces in and around the poor, chilly bare branches of the trees.