Done and Dusted

Yippe de doo dah!  Finito!.. And even if I do say so myself, am liking this one a lot.

I call ‘Jondalar’ my Eureka moment. I have been pondering for some time on how to put ideas together in one cohesive story , and in this painting the way has cleared to rest and perfect every element before moving on to the next stage in the development of the bigger picture.

And so now all that’s left to do is to finish off the last painting in the series… or at least that’s what I was thinking until I had another look at number 8 in the series.  Must admit it annoys me considerably, so, a rehash is in order. Am so very much liking the bronzed figures in ‘Jondalar’ that I thought I might try it out on the rehash, in fact have started. (Photo pretty bad, but hey,, at least the difference is clear.)

Work in Progress

Work in Progress

 

WIP Part 1

Am kind of figuring that the warmth of the bronze against the cool of the blue/greens/yellow will pull out the figures and create depth, and oh.. an opportunity to correct the anatomical mistakes. Think while I am at it, will accentuate the random abstract features as well. Starting to get quite excited about this,,, looking forward to seeing it finished.

Had a small discussion with my tutor Stephen Buntrock yesterday which gave me an idea for future paintings. Am thinking to make the figures more a part of the background rather then stand alone separate from the background if that makes any sense.

 

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About Ellis Burgess

A number of people have said that ‘it’ (whatever ‘it’ is) is in Ellis’s genes and to some extent they may be correct. Her grandmother painted and so did her mother. Marge Barley started painting when she was 9 years old and achieved some acclaim in New Zealand. In turn, her mother, Ellis’s Grandmother started much later in life more from compulsion than conscious desire. Ten years ago a well-intentioned friend shoved a paintbrush into Ellis’s clenched fist, forcefully moving her hand between paint pot and paper until it moved of its own volition in a frenetic frenzy attended by a torrent of tears born of bewilderment and frustration, unaware of the wild colour patterning the fury within. Ellis’s mother had passed away three years earlier from Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. From these inauspicious beginnings Ellis began to paint, and for a short time attended classes at the Hamilton Society of Arts in New Zealand. Seven years ago, Ellis and her husband moved to the Gold Coast where she met Stephen Buntrock of the Gold Coast Art School. With his encouragement, painting became more than just something to do. It became a passion. Another passion is dance. Ellis loves the musical synergy of movement, the human form working with rhythm mood and emotion, sensing the freedom as the dancer soars across the floor with effortless ease. Like a lot of little girls, she was sent off to ballet in a somewhat desperate attempt by her grandfather to stop her stomping around the house. Eleven years later Ellis was selected to dance with NZ Ballet Company in a season of the Nutcracker. Did Ellis stop stomping? No. Ballet was to be her life; that was until she met the man of her dreams. Never the less, ballet has featured in much of her adult life by way of teaching and outlets of involvement. Ellis quickly discovered another outlet was painting. She spent a long time pondering on the skill set required to achieve her vision; how to portray the artistry of movement, the musicality and rhythm of dance, and the genius of the human form on canvas. Attempting different techniques, she learnt she is not an illustrator, but a painter who gravitated towards free movement. In her quieter moments Ellis often wonders what her mother would say if she were still here, left only with her paintings languishing against the wall. As an apprentice in the art of painting Ellis hopes the path ahead will be clear, perhaps meander elegantly at her will. Maybe it will broaden out to a huge piazza where she may sit for a long while, then later choose the many paths that transverse the piazza or continue again down the main road.