I'm making some big changes in the studio this year. I'm moving out work tables that I had built years ago to accomodate the mosaic work I used to do before I started painting. They've been very useful since I started painting, but I woke up the other morning knowing it was time to move them out. They'll be on their way to the Rebuilding Center soon. I'm in the process of opening up my studio space to make it more conducive to Paint With Me sessions. It's so fun to me - I love to move things around.
This year I'll be doing more Paint With Me workshops, this year two-day sessions to allow more time to honor the intuitive painting process and community building. I'll be posting the dates for the workshops on my website very soon. I already have nine people on my waitlist for the upcoming workshops, so it seems like the right thing to do at this time.
I'm very excited to announce that I'll also be starting a new collaboration with Val Heart, LCSW Intuitive Therapist and Usui/Holy Fire Reiki Master. We will be offering weekend retreats with meditation, reiki, intutive painting and more. Details to be posted soon. If you are interested in finding out about these retreats, please let me know, and we'll make sure you get notified as we set them up. Or check out my website and sign-up for my newsletter and get monthly updates.
I'm super-inspired at the moment - you may be able to feel it through the vibe-waves!
All the best,
Art Life 2018:
I look at all this and think "Wow! That's a lot of good stuff. Did I really work that hard?"
One of the things that really came together in my art life this year is understanding how
doing and not-doing work together, and how to trust that whatever my art and I need will come to us (or we will come to what we need).
The six paintings above are a few of my favorites from the year. These are still available, either in my studio or at RiverSea Gallery. Contact me or the gallery if you'd like a closer look or to purchase.
I'm looking forward to the next year of art-making and all the things that come along with that. We'll see what happens...
What are you looking for to happen next year?
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Pammy, Sammy, Tammy,
Annie, Frannie, Danni,
Terri, Carrie, Mary
and Bob - not in that order... 7' X 7". $50 each.
This was the Year of The Dog, on the Chinese calendar and in my home, because of Dash #dashtheadorabledog. This year's Littles for the Little Things show at Guardino Gallery celebrate pet ownership. See them at the opening Friday, November 23 and through December 30.
Having Dash makes every day a good day. A portion of the sales of my Littles will be given to the Oregon Humane Society for the love and joy they add to the lives of the animals and people who come through their doors.
Samyak Yamauchi, "The Strong One", 26" x 22" framed, $800 @ RiverSea Gallery
I hardly ever paint men. They just don't emerge as freely from my layers and marks as females do. I've been thinking about why that is. I guess it's because I'm a woman, so that's the story I paint.
Like every woman I know, I've had my share of mistreatment and disrespect by males. From childhood through adulthood those men, unconsciously merged with the collective false myth of the male, have said and done really stupid and inappropriate things. When I do paint a male, he's usually paired with a dog, because there's nothing like a good dog to teach you how to be a good human.
I paint mostly women and girls. I paint women and girls who are fierce and funny, strong and smart, and connected to themselves and to others. That's some of what will help move us out of this Bizarro World and into a world that is respectful and sustainable.
It takes a lot of strength and courage to be a woman or man of integrity in this world right now, and I have deep respect for those who are willing to stand up for what is right and for who they are.
This is how we started. Bold, intense, colorful, liberating. It was love at first sight.
Then she started to change. She started getting a little fancy, but I liked it - although she was starting to lose boldness and abstract interest to which I was so attracted. I liked her blue a lot.
So I added more blue. Nice blue, but now the whole picture wasn't not knocking my socks off anymore, and I could tell she wasn't as happy.
We decided to shake things up big time. She had a story about the river she wanted to tell. While I loved what she had to say, I didn't like how she was saying it, so I started making her messy. I realized by forcing my idea on her, she had become far too literal. In my eyes, she lost her mystery. In her view, she had lost her power. It made me feel sad that I had gone too far.
This is how we left it when I left the beach house. When I get back to the beach, I will reassess where we stand and go from there. I'm disappointed about losing what I thought I saw, but know that going forward, something new and even better will be created. Mantras to remember:
This is the process.
Go with the flow, not against it.
Lose my mind to love the world.
Today's the day,
The longest day of the year!
More light to see
what's inside of me
let go of my mind and pray
for joy, grounding and play.
A bucket of water, the beat of the drum,
my heart, my friends,
Waiting, 31" x 31" @ RiverSea Gallery
I wait for the sun to come up.
I wait for the alarm to go off.
I wait for Dash, the adorable dog, to do his morning business.
I wait for an end to my chores and errands, and then -
I paint and I wait for the paint to dry, and then I paint and wait for the paint to dry.
over and over I paint and wait,
and while I wait, I take Dash for a walk
or find a snack.
I sit in the sun or watch the rain or check my phone for nothing important,
and I paint, and I wait for the paint to dry
until my body clock says it's 5:00, and the painting stops for the day.
I eat some dinner. I look at a screen or read a book or play with Dash.
I go to bed, and
I can't wait to wake up and do it all again.
Dash is my joy-is-zen sensai. He teaches me how to sit and relax my mind. He keeps me in the present moment of tug and tag. He reminds me to use all my senses. He makes me get out of the studio to go for walks and talk to strangers. He shows me that food is a miracle. He shows me that black and white is everything.
One year ago my color palette shifted. It went from bright color to subdued blues, grays and pinks with contrasting black and white. This past fall I noticed a brighter blue was showing up, along with some pinks and yellows. One day a couple of weeks ago, guava pink and mango yellow appeared, and pacific blue became more prominent.
In 2017, the intensity of the political climate, the natural disasters, the mass shootings - the whole shadow-side of the world slapping was me in the face every day. A subdued palette was calming to me. When I first started painting, I was going through a challenging spiritual awakening. Back then, the shadow-side of my inside world was slapping me in the face and my paintings were all black, white, gray and blue. One day I reached for the three primary colors, then I spent three years taking color as far as I was brave enough to take it. Last December the color just disappeared. Now, it's back. In fact, I go to sleep and wake up thinking about color lately.
I'm just starting to know better who I am as an artist - the key phrase is "just starting". One thing I'm certain of is that I like color. I like figuring out how color works, how colors speak to each other and to the people who are looking at them. I'm starting to understand how color speaks in its own language, one that doesn't need imagery. This is why I am starting to explore painting non-representional abstracts to let the color tell the story. My word for 2018 might be COLOR.
"Color is a power which directly influences the soul." - Wassily Kandinsky
Follow me on INSTAGRAM @ samyakyamauchi to see my colors.
I painted this picture last Saturday. I didn't appreciate it until I asked "What's she looking at?" I realized she was seeing the end of the world. It got me thinking about how the world ends for people.
Then, two days ago I found out about the horrible incident in Las Vegas.
Today I went for a walk. The sun is shining, the trees are starting to show their fall colors and children are having gym class on the grass.
I can't wrap my mind around Life. My mind is too small.
The Cosmic Kiss 10-3-17
The world ended today.
It ended the day before yesterday and the day before that and the day before that.
It ended every day since it began.
It ended with explosions and fires,
hurricane winds and rising waters,
with splitting earth and buildings crashing down.
It ended with a horrific burst of gunfire and blood and screams
of bewilderment and confusion.
It ended with illness and tears
and sometimes it ended with the peace in the silence
after each very last breath.
Once, it ended when the dream-spell broke open into jagged pieces that dissolved into the air.
Then what had been seen became invisible,
and what had been invisible was all that could be seen,
and the end became the beginning again.
Painting in Portland, Oregon, and writing about it here...