Curve balls!

Amazing Grace, 16X20, oil on archival canvasboard, available through Sedona Arts Center. Purely imaginary and so much fun to paint!

“Resilience” is a trendy term that means the ability to recover, adapt and keep going when things don’t go as planned. Personally, I hate the whole idea. I’d expected to need it less in my dotage, but life… doesn’t go as planned.

I’m packing to go to the 21st Annual Sedona Plein Air Festival, which is one of the maddest, gladdest events in my calendar. My plan was to drive, but my husband was grounded by his doctor just two weeks ago. Now I plan to drive to Albany, leave him with our kids and fly from there. That meant either shipping out my frames and finished paintings or carefully curating them so they fit in a third piece of luggage. I decided on the latter. That in turn meant painting a smaller, replacement work. Luckily, I had a good idea and just enough time to execute it.

I’ve flipped my frames and paintings around six ways to Sunday and come up with a system by which I can carry seven frame/canvas combinations in addition to my two finished paintings. (Fair warning: I’m bringing almost no clothes; something had to give.) That is scant for a long event, but Carl Judson from Guerrilla Painters always shows up with frames and art supplies. I figured I’d carry a few spare boards and if I needed another frame, I’d buy one from him. Except that Carl had to cancel at the last minute.

One last potential wrinkle: air traffic controllers got their last (partial) paycheck yesterday. While they’re not calling out sick yet, I remember that it took a shortage of air traffic controllers snarling air travel in the New York area to resolve the 2018 government shutdown. I’ll try to remember to keep my sketchbook in my carryon. Just in case.

Country Path, 14X18, oil on archival canvasboard, $1,275 includes shipping and handling in continental US, available through Sedona Arts Center.

Curve balls also bounce

Life has a way of changing plans just when we think we’ve got everything sorted. One minute, we’re ready to paint, teach, or show; the next, our old beater of a car won’t start, the weather turns, or a kid calls with a crisis.

Plein air painters have lots of practice at this—we face curve balls every time we go outdoors. The light shifts, clouds whip up or vanish, the boat at the center of our composition goes out to sea. We can fold, or we can adapt. The best painters learn to pivot, to find something new in what’s been handed to them.

That’s really what resilience looks like. It’s not about pushing through as if nothing happened; it’s about letting the unexpected become part of the process. Rain, a broken easel or a changed plan might just lead to something more expressive, more alive.

I have winnowed and repacked, until I think I’ve got it right.

The same applies outside the studio. Plans fall apart, opportunities shift, and we can either resist or reframe. The artist’s mindset—looking closely, staying flexible, and responding to what’s actually in front of us instead of what we’d conceptualized—is a surprisingly good way to handle life.

Curve balls remind us that creativity isn’t just what we do with paint, it’s how we navigate everything else, too. After all, the world doesn’t owe us stasis. Instead, it gives us movement, color, surprise and change. Learning to respond to that with a cheerful attitude is what keeps us moving.

Don’t take it to heart, or so they say

In Control (Grace and her Unicorn), 24X30, $3,478 framed, oil on canvas, includes shipping in continental United States.

One of my friends, a professional artist, was working out a problem in a plein air painting when a car slowed down. He’s used to the attention of bystanders, which can sometimes take weird forms. But even he was surprised when, after a long pause, the driver said, “I’m not trying to be mean, but I could paint that in ten minutes.”

People can say the stupidest, cruelest things without even realizing it. Twenty years ago, I had an art opening where nothing sold. Someone who really should have known better said, “You gave it the old college try but maybe it’s time to get a real job.”

The Wave, 9X12, oil on archival canvasboard, $869, includes shipping in continental US.

That’s not to say that people can’t have opinions. For the uninformed, art generally comes down to, “I don’t know anything about art, but I know what I like.” There’s nothing wrong with that; it’s as valid a judgment as that of the most self-important art historian.

But sometimes people forget that they’re talking to fellow human beings. Or about human beings, in the case of the sotto voce ‘witticisms’ when they think you can’t hear. It would be nice if they were, well, nicer.

It’s easy to step back from unfounded criticism when it happens in forums like classes, art groups and workshops-you can just take a temporary or permanent break. It’s more difficult to deal with unsolicited criticism. It has a way of blind-siding you.

There’s something to be said for keeping an open mind. Even hostile feedback can provide valuable insights. It’s just that the hurt takes so long to recede that it can take years for us to appreciate the nugget of truth underlying the snarkiness.

Ravening Wolves, oil on canvas, 24X30, $3,478.00 framed, includes shipping in continental US.

Every person we come across in life approaches us with their own preferences, hurts, defenses and biases. Often the harshest critics of art are the ones who know the least. When I was young, my list of ‘painters I don’t like’ was far longer than it is now. The more I know, the more I appreciate other approaches.

The first time I had a work reviewed in a newspaper, it received an awful panning. “Immature color palette” and “I don’t know why it is in this show” were the two general ideas. I called my friend Toby and wept on her shoulder. Now I realize the reviewer had an ax to grind (long story). That’s every bit as baseless as the uninformed insult, and far more damaging.

Experts say that we should see criticism as an opportunity for growth, a spur to improve. I’m 64 years old and I’m not quite mature enough yet.

The Logging Truck, 16X20, oil on canvas, $2029 framed, includes shipping in the continental US.

Instead, I’ve learned to lean on my friends when I’ve had a knock-out blow. There are a few of them who are perfectly willing to lie to me. They’ll tell me that the juror who didn’t pick me was an idiot, even when he obviously wasn’t. It may not be true, but it helps me survive to fight another day.

If your posse isn’t made up of loyal, supportive people like that, get yourself a new posse. Most of us can find ways to beat ourselves up without any help from others. Knowing you’re loved and valued is the greatest defense against those slings and arrows.

In the end, it’s your vision, your path, and your pace. What someone else thinks really doesn’t matter. I just keep telling myself that; sooner or later I’ll believe it’s true.

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