Thursday, February 11, 2010


Oil and snow on canvas, 12x12

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I thought there would be enough shelter in our grove of trees to let me paint in Wednesday's blizzard (it was a blizzard here along the coast, if not in inland Connecticut).

So I packed a small plein-air bag, dressed very warmly and headed out. Almost as soon as I set up, I saw it was a losing battle. The snow fell into my paint and froze there, giving it a sandlike consistency. The snow fell onto the canvas and stayed there, adding to the bumpy texture. The wind blew, snow froze to my eyebrows, and in an instant, I was soaked.

And so I painted like a fiend! Like a demon! I painted like the wind!

At any rate, I have used this painting as a sketch for a larger piece, but it is a cool painting in and of itself, I think, so I thought I'd post it.


Unknown said...

This is GREAT! I can see the fiendish and devilish strokes in there! I agree this needs to be on a bigger scale. Go do it Girl!

carrie jacobson said...

Thanks, Sheila! About halfway through I thought I should stop, but why bother? At worst, I'd waste a canvas - and instead, I got a cool painting - xo

Denise Aumick said...

Love this. Love abstracts. By the way, feeling lost in unchartered waters and kind of like 'where is this going' midway through painting abstracts seems to be common. I experience it and heard another abstract artist say the same thing.

carrie jacobson said...

Thanks for the note, Denise, and also for the information. It is so comforting to know that these feelings are not unique - especially the darker ones.

carrie jacobson said...

Hi Jill - Your thoughts and observations on my painting are very cogent and heartening. I am working hard at it - and loving every damn minute of it, too - and am, from time to time, making paintings that only I could make. That's a real standard for me these days, I think. If they are indelibly my paintings, recognizable for whatever reasons, then I have succeeded.

I think I know what you mean about rejecting "success." I mean, I am striving for success - well, no. I have success. I am striving for financial success, a far different thing. I had success in newspapers - or more broadly, I had success in a corporate setting, where success, by and large, was determined by the overseers, and handed out in raises, evaluations, the occasional "good job."

There is no job that can give me what I am taking now from life, or finding in life, or creating in life. None. I never dreamed that I could live in this way. Yes, I moan and complain - and then I feel like slapping myself. OK, so no one is buying my paintings. I say "no one" - in fact, people ARE buying my paintings, just not in the numbers that I had hoped. The fact is that I made the mortgage five times in 2009, just from my painting. That is a miracle. And a lot of hard work.