Friday, May 28, 2010

Balancing Art and Life

Even though I'd like to be an artist full time I cannot deny my pedestrian life. Five and half years ago I shattered my tibia. As I went from wheelchair to walker to cane I thought my life was going to always include pain. When I returned to the surgeon after four years he told me my leg had never healed which was why I was needing continuous supply of advil. Finally he decide a bone graft was necessary but in the meantime I had appendicitis which burst without the emergency staff noticing. I was septic by the time I went to surgery, nearly dying. A month in hospital fighting a post surgery infection followed by three months of home-care nursing. I started painting class during this recovery period. Last April I had the bone graft surgery. Success! The pain is all but gone which is a relief.

So why am I talking about this? Well during this time my husband valiantly tried to keep up with housework, cooking and taking care of me. A lot of things fell to the wayside. This brings me to my current pedestrian life. Although pain free I can no longer ignore and am actually excited about housework and repairs. Just finished painting the dining room and am on to the kitchen and family room.

In the meantime I did a drawing of my husband using a tutorial on The Empty Easel site. I was pleasantly surprised that it turned out as well as it did and ecstatic that I sat down and did it. I will post it once I can get to the scanner.

Thank you all for sharing your thoughts about your lives and art. I feel less lonely than when I started. You've opened my world to many resources and given me the courage to paint and share.


  1. how lucky for you to have such a beautiful husband to support you, and i'm so happy, that you feel better.

  2. I am also very happy that you turned a corner Elizabeth. I too am blessed with a very supportive husband. Hoping you will post some photos of your beautiful country, I have been fortunate to visit Canada on three occasions.

  3. what a difficult time that was for you and your husband, Elizabeth ... such experience is life-altering ... we can never look at the world the same way again and even being able to sweep the floor and put on the washing are seen the magical and priviledged things they are

    but ordeals like that are also the stuff that art is made from, by which i mean expressive art with serious things to say about the human condition

    i wonder what you would paint if you tapped the emotions and memories of that time and attacked a canvas with a brush, not too worried about accurate representation (ie, controlling the emerging image) but focused primaily on color, texture of paint, the memories - painting emotions

    and i relate to your thoughts on being over 60 and the younger art students. It's my story too and, i expect, the story of thousands of other baby-boomers around the world

    so keep painting, keep believing you can, just keep doing it for its own sake, show us how you are going, and in doing that will give courage and hope to many others

    warm wishes, harry