Portrait Artist, How My Career Got Started. 02/24/2010
I am often, asked, to tell people when I first became a portrait artist. I had been studying life drawing and figurative clay sculpture at Swinburne Technical College in the evenings and I was working as a housekeeper and carer for three young children during the day to earn my night school tuition and wagging secondary school so I could do what I wanted to do. I was twelve and very determined that I was going to be a professional artist and I was not going to waste my days learning algebra, geometry and French, which I never intended to use I had chosen to do an Intermediate Certificate and a Commercial Art Certificate through, International Correspondence School and had been able to select my own subjects, something I could not do back then in the traditional day school system. On what was my last ride home from secondary school on my bicycle, I was wild with excitement, singing, ‘no more schooling, no more books no more teachers, dirty looks’ as I approached the crest of the hill for the final downhill stretch to the turn off to my home. I was in a state of euphoria, that I had cheated the truant officer, of the joy of hauling me back, to a bricks and mortar school, where art, was suppressed. I wondered what it would be like to sail down that hill without doing what I had always been instructed to do, ‘apply the brakes’. I decided to find out. I reached our street corner, swung into it at full speed, streaked across the road, hit the curb, somersaulted off my bike through the air, flew over the nature strip and footpath, over the fence and landed plonk in the middle of someone’s recently softly turned cushioned earth. I came out of my stunned state, with the understanding of ‘well that is what happens, when you don’t apply the brakes’. I remember someone coming to my aid. With pride always having been my greatest sin, I brushed their concern away by holding back my tears, brushing myself off and collecting my bike, saying something stupid like, ‘ Ha- ha, I meant to do that’, and getting my wounded self and bike, home without letting on to anyone the pain I was in. I have no idea how I walked home, because after that I could not walk for months. My housekeeping job was gone, all I could do was watch over my three child charges in my child minding job. I also needed to keep the three children I cared for, near me, so I could watch over them, so I spent all day, every day, for weeks, drawing these three children playing near me or sketching solo portraits of their faces, which they loved and sat posing for time and again. I had adults dropping in to see my work and buying it from me. Hooray! No more housekeeping jobs. The children were disappointed when their full time sketch artist recovered enough to improvise for myself a pair of crutches from old sporting equipment found in a shed and I could begin to get around again and back to my usual routine. That is my usual routine that no longer involved dodging truant officers thanks to my portrait art income now being able to pay for my correspondence schooling lessons and a routine that now did not include testing out what would happen if I did not apply the brakes when advised to. J Now I think of it, I still flaunt that rule slightly, just not when out on the highway or when driving. J Well that was life back in suburbia in 1958. No convenience of mobility products to help the average injured child get around, or places where you could research the best product for disability needs, such as mobility compare , back then, or if there was, it was for the rich kids. The Art Journal Workshop: Break Through, Explore, and Make it Your Own 1 Comment Jane Sutherland, artist, 1853-1928 02/23/2010
One of the artists whose work I most admire, is Jane Sutherland. Jane Sutherland 1853-1928 was an artist and art teacher. At age seventeen, her father George Sutherland, who was a drawing instructor and artist exhibiting with the Victorian Academy of Arts, encouraged her to enroll in the National Gallery Schools. She studied under Thomas Clark, 1871-1875, Oswald Rose Campbell, 1877-1881. Eugene von Guerard in 1877, and George Frederick Folingsby, 1882-1885. She is an artist of the same era as Tom Roberts and Frederick McCubbin and painted with them at the Box Hill artist Camp. See:- her work 'Obstruction, Box Hill' in 1887. She exhibited in 1878 with the Victorian Academy of Arts and the Australian Artists' Association. She later exhibited with the Victorian Artists' Society.. She also exhibited works in the federal exhibitions in 1899, 1903 and 1906 at the South Australian Society of Arts, and along with Clara Southern, and May Vale, exhibited in the First Exhibition of Australian Women's Work held in the Exhibition Buildings, Melbourne, 1907. Jane Sutherland, Clara Southern, May Vale and Jane Price also exhibited together in a 'Private Exhibition of Pictures' held in November 1905 in Frederick McCubbin's home, in Shipley Street, South Yarra. Fredrick McCubbin was ‘gentleman’ artist of whom I have a great deal of respect. Many of the male artists. One in particular, went out of their way to strive to prevent private art galleries hanging the work of the great woman artist’s of the day and this makes Fredrick McCubbin’s efforts to strive to put right, the professional disadvantage these women artists struggled under, even more noticeable as he himself was ridiculed by his male counterparts for both this and his own devotion to his family. Jane Sutherland and her close friend, Clara Southern, were pioneers of the plein-air movement, and they sought to advance the professional standing of women artists. Jane Southerland was considered the leading woman artist of the Heidelberg School. Jane Sutherland Biography and Jane Sutherland - Obstruction, 1887 Jane Sutherland - Girl in a Paddock, c. 1890 Jane Sutherland - The Mushroom Gatherers, c. 1895 The Creek, 1895 Jane Sutherland - Daydream, c. 1895 Field Naturalists, 1896. Emanuel Phillips Fox - A Love Story, c. 1903 Jane Sutherland - Portrait of Margaret Sutherland as a Young Girl, c. 1905 Heidelberg School Background Around 1904, Jane Sutherland suffered a mild stroke, after this, she stopped painting large on location landscapes and adapted to painting small oils and pastels, of her garden local surroundings and portraits. It was during this time she painted the beautiful 'Portrait of Margaret Sutherland as a Young Girl', c.1905. She continued painting, exhibiting and teaching art, with the assistance of a family member, up 1911. The Art Journal Workshop: Break Through, Explore, and Make it Your Own Steps to writing your artist’s Resume. by Kathy Shell List your most recent activities first (under each heading). Use 10 pt. type or larger. 1. Name Name (in bold or larger font) Address: Phone Number(s): Work, Studio, Home, Fax Email: Personal Website: (if appropriate) Comments: Be sure to list addresses and phone numbers that are current. Make it easy to be reached. The inclusion of such information as place and date of birth is optional. 2. Artistic Education 3. Artistic Teaching experience 4. Grants/Fellowships (Awards/Honors, etc.) 5. Exhibition Record (* solo shows marked by asterisk) 6. Bibliography (Reviews/Articles/Catalogues, Reviews/Articles/Interviews) 7. Publications (Published Writings, Critical Writings) 8. Conferences (Conferences/Symposia) Other CategoriesThere are a wide variety of professional activities that can be deserving of headings. Gallery Representation (Gallery Affiliation) Artist Residencies (Artist-in-Residence) Professional Service (Service) Technical Abilities (Technical Expertise, Technical Skills) Professional Organizations (Professional Affiliations) Exhibitions Juried Exhibitions Curated Collections your work s are included in. Commissions. Website References Using a professional service, to write your resume. I am qualified to and happy to assist creative artists wanting professional help in writing their resumes. With more than fifty years of successful, creating, exhibiting, and international sales in a wide range of creative arts including business writing of resumes. I have been assisting artists to write resumes for the past thirty years. My fee for this is my standard, art tuition time based fee. The Art Journal Workshop: Break Through, Explore, and Make it Your Own Funny Open Hour, Signs! 01/24/2010
Sign on my touring caravan door. "Open Hours: Open most days about 9 or 10. Occasionally as early as 7, and sometimes as late as 12 or 1. We close about 5:30 or 6. Occasionally about 4 or 5, and sometimes as late as midnight, or later. On some days we're not here at all, but lately we've been here a lot, unless we're not here." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sign on my Summer Studio Retreat Door. ‘Closed’, I will meet friends in face book, the park or the shopping mall for a coffee. I am very busy continuing to work toward our 2010 tour of Eastern Australia. I have organized cardboard displays, which I love, for the small handmade art cards and bookmarks we will have for sale direct from the artist, available only from our caravan, while on tour, on request. We will not be showing any of these items to people from our summer studio retreat as this is my creative time, not our interacting with people time. I know other creative vocation artists; will understand the need for a creative retreat, a time for an artist and writer to isolate themselves away with their work. My sister who is a writer and artist living in California lives in a log cabin in wilderness adjacent to a National Park, up the North Coast, past San Francisco. She mixes with people only at exhibitions and the theater, this is how artist writers need to live, and even with this isolation, she tells me she is two years behind in her work. Somehow, I too, need to create this barrier of isolation during my time here in Victoria. I need this time to create, while I have access to larger studio space where I can spread out my work. I do not want to offend or reject offers of friendship, but my summer home and studio, is private. The only address, I give out is that of one of my daughters, I cannot broadcast the address of a place that I advertise as being vacant for six months a year, while we tour. I have no address on my business card. Our address is listed officially as ‘Highways of Australia, and in summer that’s opposite an oat field, near a lake, in the Goulburn Valley on private property, doesn’t even have a street that is listed on the map of the town and we are not ‘in’, for visitors, we are ‘in creative retreat’. It is not quite the ideal for the artist writer, log cabin, retreat, in the wilderness, my sister has, but it is ours and we love it and the privacy we seek for it. I hope my friends will understand my need for creative retreat time and place. Lifelike Drawing in Colored Pencil with Lee Hammond Horse art:- Campdraft by Kathy Shell 12/10/2009
Order DVD's and Books at DISCOUNTED prices. Click on Fishpond Image link below to browse. Goals!: How to Get Everything You Want - Faster Than You Ever Thought Possible The people and horses in outback Australia, and the cattle country, provide a wealth of material for the artist to paint. In this work I have used an image from the Katherine Camp-draft, in a scene I was painting of central Queensland. Note the red earth. I used a technique explained to me by a relative of the great Sir Hans Heysen, to create the richness of the red gold earth. It is a technique I teach my students, one which is not immediately obvious. it is these 'tricks of the trade, passed by one master to the next, that has assisted me throughout my own career as an artist. It isn't 'beginner information though' :-), first lessons first. The image pictured here is of a gift card, made from this large work. The original is longer than this image, it does not have the writting on it. I am not sure of the size, I thiink it may be 15" x 30". it is a favorite of mine and I have it hanging on show, in my studio room. Best use of time ~ NOW! 11/30/2009
One of the most useful tools I ever learned was to apply the rules of Time Management. I first read ‘How to Get Control of Your Time and Your Life’ by Alan Laken when I was 32. I still have that battered paperback copy, though its contents are in my head. It has helped me achieve and reset higher, achieve and reset, at least five lifetime goals. I have also attended a range of seminars in time management, bought audio tapes, and now I research on the internet when I want a refresher course. Applying the principles I learned, assisted me in my creative profession and I continued studying this subject and teaching it and see it as a helpful life tool where the questions may not change but our answers like our goals are constantly evolving as we grow. I reach stages where there is not enough time to complete what I want to be doing, so I ask, the most useful question I ever learned to ask myself: ‘What is the best use of my time ~ NOW’ "Wisdom is the power to put our time and our knowledge to the proper use" Thomas John Watson (1874-1956), founder of IBM By asking yourself Laken's question "What is the best use of my time right now?" and doing the task that best fills your time at that particular moment you will increase your overall efficiency. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Getting_Things_Done The Art Journal Workshop: Break Through, Explore, and Make it Your Own I have a policy to never cry over broken pots. I strive to accept the creative disasters, think about what is important in life and move on. When I was a potter sculptor, I had a policy, of never crying over broken pots. I had some exhilarating experiences when I opened the kiln door and saw thousands of dollars worth of exquisitely beautiful reduction fired, glazed pots glowing at me. I also saw the devastation of two months of work, shattered and broken or glued to the kiln shelving on several occasions and once those broken pieces cooled I took them and placed some of the more attractive broken pieces around my garden, arranged like sculptural interest then walked back to the studio and began production again. You say thanks when the creative work turns out well, you learn to accept the disasters. I once attended a master class in watercolour with Robert A Wade, OAM and he taught his students that to be a good watercolourist, you needed to have strong wrists. When we looked at him with wonder at why we required strength for the job, he picked up a quite nice looking watercolour on the expensive 100% pure cotton paper and he tore it in two. ‘That’ he said, ‘is what you need to do, if it isn’t good enough’. This was another example of accepting what we learn when a creative process goes wrong. Many oil painters are never happy with the painting they create so they re work and re work it and the painting shows the effects of this pentemento. Pentimento, means, ‘the artist repents’, and in the case of oil paintings, the application of darker paint over light paint usually causes the dark paint to crack and placing light paint over darker paint has the result of the dark pigment eventually bleeding through. Sometimes it is best to learn from our creative mistakes and move on rather than rehashing a work repeatedly. A code I had inserted into one of my web sites to allow Google search engine to track it, became corrupted. This made it hard for readers to find my web site and when I checked the site using Google Analyticals it showed my web site as a dead flat line. It took me several tries over a week to correct the code and get it back to the rising line that reflects the interest level I have from readership in that site. I could easily have felt distressed that six months of my work was not even showing on the web and stayed up all night obsessively working on trying to fix the problem and increase my Google rating. I just worked at it within my allocated hours of work, slept contented and had a life outside of my fix the problem, web work. I kept my ‘do not cry over broken pots’, rule in my head, and told myself that while ‘my writing and reputation as a writer is important to me, I must never allow it to become an obsession, the best work is created by healthy minds’. I have a great deal of belief in the value of positive self-talk messages. This morning I logged into Google Analyticals and the flat line of web death, has risen, my web site is ALIVE AGAIN, What a relief I have been a creative artist now for sixty years. Maybe time and experience help me shrug off creative failure. It may help new artists if they know that even the masters made mistakes at every stage of their creative careers. I can recall digging clay from a ditch, fashioning a teacup by hand and air drying it, as a child. The pot, was strong for an unfired raw clay pot and I adored it, felt intense pride in it and then when I dared to lift it by its handle the inevitable happened and it broke. I felt intense disappointment. I am wondering, if it was my mother who first said to me with a smile, ‘Do not cry over broken pots’? I am not one for saying, “hold back tears”. Tears can be healing, great therapy. All I am saying is, “to LOVE your creativity but don’t wreck your life with obsession over it, keep a balance of a healthy mind and body along with your joy in being a creative person”. Can an Owl become a Lark? 10/10/2009
I worked hard yesterday afternoon and set up my home gallery and then I worked in my writer’s studio until 2am. I woke refreshed at 6am so I got up and began work again, thinking at the same time how I was doing what I have warned against in previous posts, 'getting on a creative high', and making a note that I must rest later today once I've completed my current creative writing assignment. It is rare for me to be up before dawn and see the sun rise and it is most enjoyable, I think I should make it a permanent part of my life. But can I? I have been watching the mist rise over the oat field and the sun coming up and highlighting the creamy yellow green heads against the deeper green base, it seems only a week ago that they were just a short grass crop. Reg and I fantasize as we always do when gazing out over a panorama, that this is all our land, our wealth, lol, well it is, we get to see the beauty of it and have none of the responsibility or work of planting maintenance harvest and sale of the crop, how much greater wealth is there that that? It is chilly but beautiful. I think I could enjoy working in the morning peace at 'this time of day' but I would have to get my body’s rhythms set to get to bed by 10pm, unheard of for me. At 63, can I make this change? It is 7.15 am now and Reg has joined me. He is in his window seat armchair with is breakfast and the morning sun is streaming through our window, removing the crisp, chill in the air. It is going to be a beautiful day here in Northern Victoria, and I am so pleased I did not miss a moment of its daylight beauty. :-) Introduction: 09/24/2009
Introduction to my blog and me. Welcome to my NEW kathy-shell.com revamped retired artist's website and blog. This is the same domain name that I used during the latter years of my art career, It has been dormant for a while as I stopped painting major art works and sculpting and retired from teaching to downsize, travel and care for my husband. Now I am ready to go public on the web, in a hobby blog writing form and look forward to interacting with my readers. I only discovered blogging about four months ago and I am learning this skill as I begin to share a lot of the know how I’ve been able to glean from some wonderful teachers who have influenced me throughout my life. My professional life might be over, but not my teaching, I can share through this blog and my other blogs and I can consider private students Writing is a skill I have loved all my life, just as well because I was profoundly dyslectic, I could not read the blackboard at school so like the headstrong disobedient child I was, I refused to go to school, took a live in job as a housekeeper and child minder of three younger children when I was eight years old and proceeded to educate myself with the aid of a 1948 World Book Encyclopedia, the Complete works of William Shakespeare and Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary. Needless to say there are huge gaps in my learning, algebra and geometry leave me quite blank faced but I’ve a good general knowledge, LOL, of events pre WW2. I was being inspired by the works of my ‘token’ late uncle seven times Archibald portrait prize winner William McInnes and his wife Violet McInnes, (who painted the most magnificent flower studies), as I sat in their home and gallery listening to Scottish music and encouraged by the family to believe in my dream of being an artist. I attended evening classes at Swinburne University of Technology, Art School from the age of eleven while working during the day at anything from shop work, gardening, dressmaking, child care and cooking, to pay for my art school fees and materials. Oh there were plenty who told me that you cannot earn your living at the arts, and that is where my pig headed determination helped me out. The more people told me ‘it could not be done’, the more I believed I would do it. From this, my love of poetry and writing was also borne. In my late teens, while working three jobs, one as reporter for a newspaper, another as a free lance portrait artist and the last, as a fashion designer and hand finisher for my mother, who was herself a fashion designer, who having been borne in 1910, and had excelled in the styles of the late 1920’s through to early 60’s was totally out of touch with the new 60’s generation of fashion at a time when I was a teenager and was in touch with what I wanted to wear and I threw all my mother’s preconceptions that blue and green should not be seen together out the door and scoffed at her, ‘only prostitutes wear red’, lady like, clothing ideas and had my mum making backless ultra mini skirt and sheath dresses which latter were syndicated under a few famous labels. Would you believe that at that stage of my life, I decided I was ‘getting nowhere’, and I needed an education. I bluffed my way into university, saying I had my leaving certificate. I had been doing art and my leaving certificate by correspondence but work pressure had not allowed me to time to complete them. I was accepted and graduated with a science degree in my early twenties, promptly got married, did a little night duty nursing as my science degree was in health, and then I got back to my art, as a free lance artist, trained as a councilor while I was a stay at home mum, wrote a few articles, and small self help publications, ran an award winning home based business for a few years, taught and exhibited art. Back in the late 70's I had a stroke that left me technically blind for a few years (I recovered), and it was at that time I took up pottery sculpture, working mostly by feel and contrast of light and shade which I still could see and I continued to paint, my light and shade training coming into good effect. I suffered another set back in the 90's when I had a pulmonary embolism and once I had sufficiently recovered I made it a stepping stone to do my best art works, 'then', not latter, having had several warnings that you do not put off until later the things you really want to achieve. That was the uplifting moment for my art as I set myself major art works and won some major awards, represented Australia at an International artist's festival, was chosen by Westfield as one of the top 10 artist in one year and I owned and ran the award winning, Buninyong Gallery, featuring my own original paintings. That was my career highlights. I can laugh now that 'I'm not a has been, I'm a once was'. :-). During my successful creative career, Reg and I and also our children on occasions, traveled overseas where I painting free lance and art commissions. Together Reg and I raised a family, two beautiful daughters and they have each given us two wonderful grandchildren. I am now retired as I am a full time care giver and I now direct my creative skills from the former professional level to hobby as I enjoy and learn to live within the realities of my senior downsizing years . I had always believed I would turn from painting to writing at some stage of my life and this now is my time to write. I will write in one or all of my blogs most days and hope readers will find something of interest to them within the pages. Below is the poem and the artist's, that inspired me and helped me through what was actually a very troubled childhood for although, my artistic skills were encouraged, I knew hunger, malnutrition and lack of basic care and safety. I was inspired by the skill and beauty of these artists and the positive message in this poem Miss Collins, 1924 winner of the Archibald Prize by William McInnes. I was privileged to be able to view the home gallery of the former great seven times Archibald prize winning artist, as a child and to be inspired by his genius. Violet McInnes, was my inspiration. The gardens of the McInnes home in Ivanhoe, Victoria, were filled with camellia in flower when I visited and the home contained magnificent oil paintings of these same camellias, painted by Violet McInnes. I remember seeing a dew drop on a petal that she had painted and working for years, as a child, trying to perfect the painting of a dew drop. I adored Violet McInnes paintings, (see below) and I know my love for having 'an artist's flower garden' and for painting, grew more from my admiration as a child of Violet McInnes's work, and a desire to create beauty in what was a troubled childhood. Looking at these pictures, now, still makes me want to block out life and set the easel up in front of bouquet of casually arranged, garden flowers. The Ivanhoe, Victoria, home of the my Aunt Kath McInnes and Ian McInnes, was filled with the magnificent flower paintings by Violet McInnes, who lived in the 'granny flat', within the grounds of the home. I never met her, I would have loved to have been able to tell her, how much I was in awe of her skill, both then and now. Her work inspired me more than the work of any other artist. I was able to view it at first hand, on numerous occasions at an age when I first decided I too, would be an artist. It couldn’t be done. by Edgar Albert Guest 1881 - 1959 Somebody said that it couldn’t be done, But, he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn’t," but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it. Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you’ll never do that; At least no one has done it"; But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing we knew he’d begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiting, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure; There are thousands to point out to you one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just start to sing as you tackle the thing That "couldn’t be done," and you’ll do it The Art Journal Workshop: Break Through, Explore, and Make it Your Own |















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