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“A Hurting Heart”

"Professor Wilson"After losing three friends to three different types of cancer within three years, I also lost the last day of the month of July, one of my studio assistants to the disease. Having been through periods of grief, which are inevitable, yet another loss was difficult, and it brought back the memories and the pain. Luckily, I had a series of commissions to complete so that I could try to keep focused on my work.

 

My fur buddy was with us only a little more than a year as he had been adopted following the passing of his first set of parents. Since I had his twin brother and had kept him during their vacations, his transition into the household went quite smoothly, and he had just arrived at the point of acceptance into his new family. Wilson was the quieter Wheaten terrier, who preferred to oversee production and scheduling each work day within the studio. One of his favorite tasks was to alert me when it was time to finish painting for the day, and he knew exactly when that hour was there. When he didn’t want to eat on his last day, I knew that something was terribly wrong, and needed immediate attention. Within an hour he was gone . An autopsy was performed because it was rare for this breed to have this aggressive type of cancer at the age of six years, and I had hoped that it would provide clues as to what caused it, only that remains a mystery.

 

As anyone who has gone through the loss of a pet knows, life continues onward and time eases the wounds. If you would care to share in the comments, what did you find that made the transition to acceptance and peace easier?

 

“Finding the Voice”

‘Foxy’s at Jost’, Kandy Cross, acrylic on canvas, 24×24″, 2013

Following the extended winter funk, I am excited that my goal of adding another 

painting to the BVI series has been reached. My apologies to any reader of the 

previous post… it wasn’t my intention to delay the completed “Virgin Gorda Baths”,

as I only gave a small detail preview there. Guess I can only be grateful that I have 

been interrupted within the period since I last blogged by those muses. 

I have tried to keep the distractions that lead me away from the easel at bay.

Limiting the time checking Facebook within a week, along with Twitter tweets, and

daytime TV has been exhilarating. I still would rather have a face to face conversation

with friends instead of texting, but it seems that even in business, that is the only way

to get a quicker reply.

The evening isn’t suitable for painting, and the television gremlins still come

out at night to entice, ensnare, entertain with a plethora of eye and mind

candy. 

 The recent finals of “The Voice” have captivated me, and as each birth of another 

creation occurs, I find myself wondering about the search for my own artistic

voice.

I don’t have any celebs to coach me, only to accompany me with background music

as I wield the spontaneous brush. Yet, like the show, the final result will be up to the

public. Will they like the results enough to tweet and post about, vote for, or adopt my

“babies”? Would the name and “voice” be lost within obscurity?

As the artist, I already know the result. Any creative knows it. I must 

continue. It is what I do, and have been called to do. It keeps me sane in an otherwise

insane world. The muses know that. They are smiling.

 

 For those who haven’t yet seen ‘Virgin Gorda Baths’, scroll down to see the 

entire completed version of the painting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the comments, whether you are a “creative” or not, what is your gift to the world?

Have you found your voice? How do the muses speak to you?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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