Reflections of a Serial Hobbyist

Reflections of a Serial Hobbyist

Every parent has heard the dreaded whine of a child, “I’m bored.”  I’m certain I was guilty of such a complaint in my early years.   But in all truth, I don’t remember  being bored as a child. I had siblings to play with and a neighborhood full of my peers.  Like the other children on the block, we ran out the door in the morning and returned home for supper. We spent our afternoons slipping in and out of each other’s homes to see what snacks might be waiting for us in the kitchen and what games lay waiting in closets and cabinets.

With such an abundance of playmates to occupy my carefree childhood hours, one would expect to grow into an adult who also needs others to fill the open spaces of our days.  Nope.  I entertain myself, thank you.  In fact, I do it so well that each day begins with a list of things I would LIKE to do that is exponentially longer than the day itself.  Lately, my newest obsession is sewing.  Well, learning to be a beginner sewer, AGAIN.

That’s not to say I’ve put down any other obsessions like cooking, baking, playing in dirt, or painting, I’ve simply added another activity to absorb my time, energy and mental focus.  So, this week a ratatouille ravioli in parsley pasta, the finishing details of a skirt, a painting that’s 70% complete, and about 300 more pages in my book club’s monthly reading selection all await me.  I know it’s ridiculous to expect to do it all.  So, I am learning to forgive myself for overreaching.  The great thing about overreaching though, is that I accomplish so much more than I would have if I had simply “been reasonable”.  Some wise and eloquent person once penned this sage advice:  “Shoot for the moon.  If you miss, you will land among stars.”  I’m sure I have bungled that up a bit, but you get my drift.

One more thing I will be doing this week-  Golden Days of Summer in the MGD (Meadow Gold District).  Look for me on Saturday under the Meadow Gold Pavilion.  I will be there with paintings, cards, shirts, towels, and more.  Maybe even that 70% complete painting will find its way to my booth wall!  In the meantime, you can see some of my other recent art exploits below.

In the Studio

Caterpillar with pipe on mushroom watercolor illustration.

I have enjoyed re-discovering the joy of “what-if” in my art studio.  I have tried leaning into the “what-if’s” that occur to me as I am creating.  Like, what if I allow myself to keep the ink outline?  What if I use walnut ink, even though it is not water-proof?  What if I make the party hats after the fact and collage them on?  What if I re-paint the rabbit I loved so much?

All those tiny deviations from “the rules” and the permission to make mistakes ignites the passion that keeps me climbing the stairs to my studio- turning my back on laundry, and dusting, and the mundane chores.

Here is the second version of the “March Hare”, appropriately named, “April Hare”.   The Bassett Hound and Bumble Bee at the top of this post is a new 9×9 watercolor that is available, as well as a greeting card version.  “April Hare” is now available, as a print or the original painting which is slightly larger than the print.  “March Hare” prits are also available. (You can see “March Hare in my previous post.)

The Puffer Fish and Turtle is a birthday card I have been working on.  I hoped to have it ready for Saturday, but time will tell!

What I’m Reading

  • Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett   It’s been so long since I have posted that I have already read this one, for the third time.  I was thrilled it was chosen by my book club members, becuse it is one of my favorites! 
  • A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles   In the interest of brevity today, I will simply say I am enjoying the read, but I’ve a long way to go!

This post has been written by Renee Griffin, a human being.  The art has been created by Renee Griffin, the aforementioned human.  No AI has been used in the creation of my art or writing.

Painting through Grief – A Sparrow Emerges!

Painting through Grief – A Sparrow Emerges!

This blog post has been difficult to write.  I have started over more times than I can recall.  Some months it seems to write itself.  Other months I search a little harder for the precise words, the kernel of meaning, or just the right tone.  After numerous failed attempts this month, I ‘m simply going to say what’s on my mind and in my heart and move on with the faith that next month’s letter will come more naturally.

I published a post on Easter weekend with no inkling that life in our household was about to experience a small tectonic shift.  The Saturday of Easter weekend, Django died, joing Carter who passed over the rainbow bridge in January 2022.  Carter had been ill and frail for awhile.  Django, on the other hand, was a 15 year old puppy most days.  His sudden illness and passing has left us in a state of quiet but noticeable bereavement.  For the first time in 26 years there is no dog curled with us on the sofa, no wagging tail and happy bark to greet us at the door.  There is no longer the need to “watch our step” in the backyard or rubberband the pantry door shut- yet we still do those things.

But grief is part of love and itnegral to this cycle of energy that cradles us all.  And so I have leaned into the ache knowing that time pauses for no one.

On a more positive note, Cohlmia’s Springfest was a jungle of fun!  Thank you to all who stopped by to say “hello!” and congratulations to Cali who won a free mini print.  I am excited to welcome new faces to this newsletter/blog.  Please excuse the somber tone this month.  It’s definitely an outlier.  

 

In the Studio

This quick watercolor portrait of Django resides in my watercolor sketchbook. The portrait of Carter on the right is also in a sketchbook dating back a few years.  They are not polished and their flaws are apparent.  In the case of Django’s, it was my attempt to face the reality of his absence through art without judgement or performance pressure.

Last month I dedicated my studio time to preparing for Carney Fest and Cohlmia’s.  For the next couple months I am looking forward to spending time learning, experimenting, and playing with the ideas percolating in my head.  I have more ideas than time!  After a brief period of personal painting, I will begin creating original watercolors to stock in my shop.  Even now I  am playing with different presentation techniques.  The sparrow and stylized flower composition pictured at the top of this post is nearing completion.  Once I am finished painting, I will seal it with a UV protectant spray, affix it to a wooden gallery board, and coat it with wax buffed to a soft sheen.  It will then go to Hummingbird Fine Craft to look for a permanent home.  My newsletter readers will be the first to know!  

What I’m Reading

The Office of Historical Corrections by Danielle Evans

Food for Life by Phil Spector

 

Lingering Near the Path- Introspection by a Commitment-Challenged Creative

Lingering Near the Path- Introspection by a Commitment-Challenged Creative

Hello, my name is Renee and I am an online-class junkie. I have spent thousands of dollars on classes and subscriptions and BOOKS. Wait- I don’t think this is the debilitating condition that plagues me. Under closer scrutiny, it is not an addiction to purchasing self-learning tools, but rather a refusal to commit to the process that has dampened the joy in my art life. I purchase all these classes and books to learn but then I fail to commit to the learning process.

Periodically I interrogate my inferior self- “Why don’t you follow through? Do you think you know more than the instructor? Are you too good for those exercises? Or is it just that you know you are going to fail? You are afraid that you will follow along to the letter and your bird, or portrait, or tonal strip is going to be shit!” My inferior self winces, squeezes her ears shut against the harsh line of questioning and begins whimpering… “No. I don’’t think I am too good. I just ran out of time. I am too tired at the end of the day. I can’t stay focused- there are too many other things clamoring for my attention.”

Weak excuses that all harbor a bit of truth. But that doesn’t mean I should hand all my power over to them. So- this year I intend to take my power back!

In my last blog entry,  I mentioned that in place of “resolutions” I have made intentions. A resolution seems to imply a 180 degree change in behavior. In my mind, the word intention implies that there is more room to make the turn and more than one way to succeed. Because I am so easily lured off the path I have set one of my 2022 intentions to become more disciplined in my approach to learning.

Being aware that I have strayed is the first step. It sounds obvious and easy, but how often have you set out to respond to a text or email only to discover an hour later that you have been watching cute kitten videos on Tiktok for the last 45 minutes? Now cute kitten videos are rarely my nemesis, but you get the picture.

In January I set out to complete a very simple watercolor class on Skillshare. I have managed to follow along- but only by self correcting over and over again. It has taken me WEEKS to get through the class. As I immersed myself in the painting process one evening, I became self-aware. I noticed when the impatience began to set in. And then I talked myself down. I reminded myself that I enjoy getting lost in the process when I permit myself to do so. Until I become a competitive sprinter- time is not important. Who cares how long it takes me to finish the project, or a simple flower?!

How often do I fail to follow through because I do not give myself permission to surrender to time? I think this should be my mantra for February- Surrender to time. Surrender to process.

In the Studio

I embarked on this Folk Art journey for three reasons: 1. to practice following through  2.  I wanted to use folk art flowers in my current project  3.  simplifying forms is difficult for me.

In addition to playing with folk art, I created “Siracha” (a working title) from inked line work to digital painting.  I will post the finished piece next week.  I am super excited by it!

In the Shop

You can find Valentine’s in my Hummingbird Fine Craft shop.  Coming this month… new travel cups.  I have restocked the scissortail travel cup and will be introducing two new ones to the shop-  “You Make My Heart Sing” and “Scissortail Flycatcher with Rose Rocks”.

For other products or if you don’t live in Tulsa, be sure to check out the Society6 shopping tab under the Shop menu at the top.

 

In the Kitchen 

With snow on the ground, it’s a great time to make bread and use what’s in the freezer!  Today I revived summer with a batch of Roasted Tomato Soup with garden “fresh” tomatoes from the freezer. 

Roast frozen whole tomatoes drizzled with olive oil in oven at 425 for 15-20 minutes.  Drizzle sweet onion slices and cloves of garlic with oil and add to tomato pan.  Increase temp to 450 and roast for 20-30 minutes until onions are golden brown.  I then add this pan of gooey goodness to a pot with homemade beef broth (or chicken), 4 TBSP butter,  and bay leaves.  Simmer for 30-40 minutes. Remove bay leaves, season, add 1/2 Cup or so of chopped fresh basil and use immersion blender to create smooth soup.  Add in some milk or cream to finish it.  My fresh Basil came from my counter-top Pod Garden.

 

Add a loaf of Sour Dough Bread with Cracked Pepper, Rosemary, and Walnuts and you have the perfect snow-day supper!  A few years back I took a bread baking class with Cat Cox and it has been money and time well-spent!  Using her techniques and basic instructions, I have created countless creative loaves of bread- all stunning and irresistible!  If you get a chance and you are in Tulsa, take a class with @CatCoxBaker!

Summer's Bounty on Winter's Day

Digging into 2022;  Reflections on the New Year Revolution

Digging into 2022; Reflections on the New Year Revolution

January 1st signifies new beginnings, a fresh new calendar and the promise of a better self and a better tomorrow.  Well-oiled gears of capitalism quickly speed up, cranking out magic machines and elixirs to give us the bodies we admire in the media.  Gurus across all spiritual and economic planes sell us subscriptions to their wisdom so we too can rake in the six figure incomes while vacationing on our Covid-proof private yachts in the middle of a sparkling Mediterranean.

Each year I am slower and slower to join in the New Year Revolution.  This year is no different.  It’s CERTAINLY not because my svelte twenty-like body doesn’t need some attention.  In fact, after nearly 2 years in the Covid-Free Pub of my own living room, downing beers and “bar food”, my body would appreciate a good detox and a steady regimen of downward dog.

Nor am I late to join the Revolution because of an out-of-control-wildfire art career that I created from nothing but aluminum cans and social media followings.

Nope.  The increased velocity of time itself has opened my eyes to the silliness of the whole shadow play.  We all know we have the ability to change tomorrow every day.  However, I am grateful for the collective will to examine the past in order to forge the future.  Remember those gurus I spoke of earlier?  Well, I am pretty sure they would tell me the first step to change is accountability.  In other words, SHOUT those intentions to the mother-f-ing universe.  So, friends, that is what we have happening here today.

  1. Eat more veggies!
  2. Keep a cleaner garden.
  3. Become more disciplined in my approach to learning.
  4. Learn to create process videos.
  5. Create free downloads for my website subscribers BEFORE March!

Now its your turn.  Hold me to the fire.  If all six of you return a comment, we can break the internet! 🙂  In all seriousness, it makes my day to hear from you.  You can send me your favorite way to eat veggies.  Gardening tips.  Or tell me what my first free download should be-  a printable bookmark? A wallpaper for your phone?  Something else?

And don’t forget to check out Hummingbird Fine Craft in the Pearl District of Tulsa.  Make an afternoon of it.  There is a Cuban cafe next door, a kick-ass vinyl (record) store across the street, and The Church Studio (also across the street) will be opening soon!  So you can shop for locally created crafts and art, grab lunch, and pick out some tunes all in the same outing.

Carter – Happy Tail, Gentle Soul

Carter – Happy Tail, Gentle Soul

New year- new beginnings.  That has been the theme tumbling inside my mind for weeks.  I have much to say on the matter- but the narrative changed this morning.  This morning the inevitable happened- the moment I have been dreading arrived.  Today my husband, daughter, son, and Django gathered around Carter to bid our farewells.

 

I have been steeling myself for this day for the past year as I have watched Carter slip away-  another hapless victim to old age.  Arthritis, dementia, loss of vision, deafness.  But before the bandits of time robbed him of his senses and abilities, he was the kindest, happiest dog I have ever known.  When he was 6 or 7 he tore his Achilles tendon in two.  I took him to Oklahoma City to have it surgically repaired.  The surgery included external fixatures and hardware.  Twice a day I cleaned the points of entry where the stainless screws attached the rod to the bone.  Twice a week I drove him to OKC for doctor’s visits.  And for 8 weeks he was confined to a crate.  His tail NEVER quit wagging.  The surgeon couldn’t believe how cooperative and joyful Carter remained.  He healed well and quickly resumed running and jumping.  

 

I spent the day leaning on busyness to keep me moving forward.  This will be the way of things for awhile.  Carter was an integral member of our household for 16 years.  I will miss snuggling with him on the sofa while watching television.  Studio time without him curled nearby will feel strangely lonely.

 

So, while the new year is filled with exciting promise, it has begun with the pain of losing a constant companion.  We had his body cremated and now I must decide what we will engrave on his box.  I think it will simply be “Happy Tail, Gentle Soul”.  Rest in peace my friend.  

Avocado Green is not for Appliances

Avocado Green is not for Appliances

Do you have a favorite color?  I confess, I do not.  In fact, I am hard-pressed to find a color that I dislike, but that hasn’t always been the case.

In the folly of my youth, I would have quickly denounced yellow and orange as gaudy colors- obnoxious and undesirable.  Avocado green sent shudders up my spine and triggered flashbacks of shag carpet and outdated appliances.

Fortunately, life propels us toward change!  Each day we are blessed with the opportunity to see the world with fresh eyes.  And if we earnestly turn our attentions inward, we will note the fatigue in our very bodies from clenching relentlessly to notions that no longer serve us.

Today my closet proudly harbors multiple yellow items including a pair of pants and sandals that have each found their way into my weekly rotation.  And while I still maintain appliances should not be manufactured in Avocado Green, I am happy to spread it on a canvas, welcome it into my home, and wear it without shame.

Do you have a complicated relationship with color?  Or are you one of those who can readily answer the security prompt- “What’s your favorite color?”  Inquiring minds want to know!

In the Studio

This month I completed my first commissioned watercolor pet portrait.  These two darling kitties are nestled in among the Daylilies.  I have a couple more commissions in the works.

I finished my Okie-themed Christmas card and have sent it off to the printers.  I can’t wait to show it off, very soon!  It features a gold-foil star in the night sky and a silent lone bison.

I have been prepping new cards for the Cedar Ridge Outdoor Market which is this Saturday-  Sept. 18th from 9-2.

 

 

 

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