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Brook 2000-2011

Brook
My last picture of Brook

Mini Mags and I have been missing Brook. She was tragically hit by a car last week crossing Napoleon Avenue on her own between Dryades and Danneel. The car was a hit and run, but the people there were so nice. When we got the phone call, my daughter and son-in-law responded. The neighbors had Brook covered with a blanket and 5 people were petting her. She was rushed  to Maple Street Small Animal Clinic. They fixed her up and x-rayed her. The x-ray showed too much muscle damage from old age for her to recover.

It was a miracle that my clueless, little escape artist lived as long as she did. I should paint some little lab angels in her picture.

My husband called her an anti-lab. She hated water, even to get her feet wet. She was afraid of guns and did not understand the concept of fetch. She was fetching, however. She loved to dress up, especially if she saw another dog wearing a sweater.

Mini Mags and I were reminiscing about  Brook, and Maggie in her infinite 3-year-old wisdom, said that I should paint Brook.

At the risk of sounding loony-tunes, I am going to start talking about my process. I set the mood. Usually, I play music that inspires me, but when I paint pets, it is unusually quiet. Search me, I don’t know why this is the case. I light a candle, and for Brook, I put out some black and pink paint and her favorite food, an apple. I asked Brook’s spirit to help me paint her. Living or passed on, I feel the animal’s spirit happily respond to this. I guess it is just like an animal in life, eager and loyal.

Calling Brook
Little Altar

I picked 3 colors that I think Brook would like.  With Brook I picked hot pink, a color I always associated with her, pale pink and opaque yellow. Then, I sprayed the canvas with water to make the paint go on easier and freer. I put the paint anywhere that feels right. I put the yellow near the top like a shining light and the pinks everywhere else.

Then I wrote words on the painting. As it happens, all the time so far, the words placed themselves so appropriately. They went on like this: loving was near her tongue, loyal was near her brain and lab was by her throat. When I wrote the words, the canvas was vertical, and when I blocked Brook out, the painting was horizontal. I am just mentioning this to show how this just happens.

Loving, Loyal, Lab
Background and Words

The words are loving, Loyal, lab.

Next, I painted Brook. I chose Black, but it could have been any dark color. I think I will paint the dark places on her coat in Dioxazine Purple and the lighter ones in Micaceous Iron Oxide, with Bone Black predominant. The great things about acrylic paints (I use Golden Acrylics) are the quick drying time and you can layer over anything that you try on. If it is a real mistake, paint it over in opaque white or gesso and start over.

Just on the off-chance that you don’t want to read about painting Brook all day, I will insert a picture of the blocking here.

And thanks for reading about Brook and my process. Stay tuned for the next step.

In love and gratitude, Gator Girl

First coat of paint
Blocking
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Mini Mentor

Mags is always wanting to collaborate with the painting I am working on, so we started a large canvas that we can paint together. We use my paints and my brushes for this painting. I am teaching her whatever I know and what probably always happens when you give away, you get back.

What I am getting is my memory. The memory of painting for the process. Of being totally sure of myself.  Of being thrilled by the colors. Remembering non-judgement.

MMMM (Mini Mags My Mentor)

My thought for today… give away what you want. With love, Gator Girl

 

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a page from my business plan

2008 business plan

I thought all you might like to see where Gator Girl Art started. This is a page from the business plan that I made during Shiloh’s class at Cosmic Cowgirls University back in 2008. After that weekend, I went home and declared that I would retire at 55 and paint full-time. We just had to figure out how we were going to do it.

I am a big believer in writing down intentions. If the intention is clear, the path will unfold. If something doesn’t support your intention, let it go.

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Gator Girl Chronicles

Have you ever had a wild dream?
Something that was stirring in your heart that you felt you just had to do?
A vision that to others sounded crazy?

Well I am here to tell you the legend of my wild dream.
As I write this I am in my art studio on General Pershing Street in the Milan
neighborhood of New Orleans. But just four months ago I was on
Winham Street in Salinas, California. Different life. Here’s what can happen
if you dare the dream.

It all started with listening to a part of myself that began to speak to me,
a part of me, I now affectionately call Gator Girl. Gator Girl had her
beginnings on a blank canvas. I was looking for an art class in Monterey County in California. I didn’t find any classes offered by artists or at the junior colleges. That is strange, given where I was living. My sister sent me an email about an artist she saw in Mendocino, Shiloh Sophia McCloud. She mesmerized me and Googled her.

I started my journey by driving to Healdsberg for a weekend workshop. Shiloh showed our group how to write and illustrate a business plan. My plan included retiring in 3 years at 55, moving with my husband and grown children and their families to New Orleans, paint full-time and have Brad and Angelina buy one of my paintings. I think right now I will amend that to include Sandra Bullock also buying a painting.

So far, everything has gone as planned. I am just now putting my paintings on the web, so the Pitt/Bullock thing hasn’t happened yet.

My oldest daughter, her husband and 2 little children live 2 doors down, which is very close, because there are no side yards on our side of the street. My youngest daughter moved  to New Orleans, fell in love on the Internet and moved to Los Angeles. I have a house picked out for her next door for when she wants to move here.

My husband, David, is a teacher at Harriett Tubman Elementary School across the Mississippi Bridge in New Orleans. They are busy changing the face of education, changing lives and changing the world.

New Orleans is our journey and our destination. The city fits all of us to a T. For me, I like the artistic bohemia of the city from alligators to angels. My husband loves the music. My son-in-law wants to rebuild (literally) New Orleans.

This is a beginning; the beginning 0f our uptown life and the beginning of the blog. Stay tuned.