Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Abstract Painting With The Kitchen Sink And A Few Swear Words Thrown In For Good Measure


This abstract diptych painting was quite a challenge. At the beginning of the process, when I had laid down the background with ALOT of colour I accidently dropped both panels face down on the floor! Everything ended up smeared so I scrambled to the kitchen sink and ended up rinsing away all the work I had done. After some colourful, choice words I noticed remnants of that beginning background were left behind which gave me the inspiration and vision to paint what you see here. It's one of those things you might call a happy accident!!https://www.facebook.com/lauracarteroriginals

Friday, October 22, 2010

My Story, My Life Path, An Artist And Proud Of It


We all have a story, what brings us to choose our path। Was it a conscious decision or something more subtle? I went through some rough times and with the heartaches I found myself itching to break free and define myself. I’ve had a retail business, it felt like me, like my life path in the years I was there. When it didn’t feel like me anymore, when it drained me instead of sustaining me I moved on. Now I’m here, I’m doing what years ago would have been the impossible. I’m doing what I dreamed of when I got my first compliment in an art class in high school. What drove me while I sat through art history and still life study in college and dreamed; could I one day call myself an artist? It happened slowly, painting and hiding the results. Painting and showing my kids, then my spouse until one day I had the confidence to hang a few where friends and family would see. OH MY, what a step! I used a site called deviant art to post work and get some feedback. It was so hard at first to put myself out there but it helped shape my talent and my self confidence. I was shy to approach actually listing my art for sale. I will never forget the experience of seeing my first item sell, to a total stranger, in a different country. What bliss!! Now I am out there, I’ve defined myself, I’m an artist and I’m proud of it. http://www.etsy.com/shop/ourhouseabstractart

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Autumn Colours, Original Art and Hot Chocolate; Bring On The Cozy


Today I am struggling for inspiration। It’s been a rainy week, there’s a nip in the air, and fall is definitely here. I miss the warmth of summer already, even though I’m an autumn girl (favourite colours). The rain and cool air brings with it the urge to turn on the woodstove, smell the scent of burning wood and coziness; maybe a hot chocolate thrown in the mix! Or I could pull out the paints and thrown all the colours of fall onto a canvas, see what pops out!
Inspiration for this blog came from the treasury my painting was included in on Etsy, http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4ca3f47529de6d9107ec9d27/cozy-by-the-fire thank you TornNotions!!! http://lauracarteroriginals.indiemade.com

Friday, September 17, 2010

Keeping Up With The Masses, An Artists Struggle To Social Media and The Art of Engaging


I’ve spent my morning trying to get organized, listing art on new sites, keeping up with the social media sites, tweaking my twitter, stumbling my pictures and finally updating my blog. There is so much to keep up with......aggghhhh. I want to simplify, downsize, reign things in a little but I find myself afraid to miss an opportunity. How many of you feel lost on twitter? Do you feel like your tweets are just going out into the unknown, never to be noticed? Engage we are told; show you are a real person. Does anyone REALLY want to hear about my kids first day of school, how I burned the oatmeal this morning or how fat my kitten is getting? I just don’t see it but I’ll keep tweeting just in case there is someone likeminded out there actually listening. I just want to paint, lock myself away and paint until I run out of supplies. But what’s the use of painting for a living if I don’t find a way to share it with the masses. I’ll cross my fingers and send new artwork out to cyber space in the hopes someone out there will connect with it enough to press that buy button. I’m just trying to make a living, pay some bills, buy the kids some cloths for school, afford a piece of salmon once in awhile. And maybe, once in blue moon I will find myself engaging with someone else floating around in this vast cyber space who’s also trying to connect and make a living off their handmade goods. Now I’m off to tweet!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Under Siege by Laura Carter, Painting - Acrylic


Under Siege by Laura Carter, Painting - Acrylic http://lauracarteroriginals.indiemade.com

My newest painting, I love doing abstract cityscape paintings. Lately I've been incorporating what appears to be barbed wire, I love the rustic way it makes the artwork look.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Ten Things I Learned While Painting A Highly Textured Piece Of Artwork

1. Patience! There were exactly 8 different drying periods during the making of this painting.

2. Everything dries faster outside on a warm, sunny day. Although when I was feeling lazy and didn’t take it back inside to add my third coat of colour it was drying to fast and I had to run for water to take off what had adhered to places I didn’t anticipate.

3. A quick look around the house and you will find all sorts of objects that can be embedded into the plaster for a very cool, textured look. I had to sneak by my 3 year old daughter with her butterfly spoon so she wouldn’t object to my use of it.

4. Use lots of water, not only to press your objects into the plaster but to clean your hands, face, the floor, the tops of your shoes, the edge of your sleeve the will inevitably drag through it all and possibly your teeth (don’t ask) haha

5. Find something else to do between coats so you will LEAVE IT ALONE, very crucial to the success of the overall painting.

6। Kick the kids out of the house, the project looks like far too much fun for little hands and as soon as you turn your back I guarantee there will be new brush strokes or textures!

7. Plan ahead for your colour choices, really take a moment to decide what colours will work well together and give enough contrast to stand out against each other.

8. Varnish in between coats, really helps to wipe away the additional paint colours. Again patience is a key factor here. Wait until the varnish is completely dry or it just takes off the plaster when you start rubbing off the paint.

9. Don’t eat over the painting, trust me, not a texture you want in there and it’s time consuming to pick out crumbs!!

10. Remember you are making this for re-sale, it looks really cool on the wall but you already have enough paintings, this was made to sell for profit!!

Don’t forget to have fun! http://www.etsy.com/shop/ourhouseabstractart?ref=si_shop

Sunday, June 27, 2010

REASONS WHY I WILL NEVER SET FOOT NEAR A DIRT BIKE RACE AGAIN


Dear Stephan, I saved Nathan's bike when he fell into the water at the finish line। Imagine if I had left it in the water। NOW, it's your fault Stephan what happened next as you never once told me what to do once I pick up a running dirt bike. How was I to know that the gas was on the handle bar, how was I to know that the reason it took off like a wild horse was because I had to let go of said handlebar??!! You never once told me how to shut the damn thing off. Now I have to go through life knowing I am the laughing stalk of the whole racing circuit, that a little itty bitty girl is afraid of me because I almost killed her. I have to go through life knowing some teenage girls in white tank tops and white shorts will forever hate me because I COVERED them in mud. I have to endure the life long memories of screaming at the top of my lungs "I don't know how to shut it off" The memory of the faces of the crowd I cat walked the bike into, mud spraying in their faces. Until finally the bike flew from my hands and I was left with people laughing at me, people staring with gaping mouths and children crying while their mother's picked mud off their faces and out of their mouths. It's all your fault Stephan that my six year old son looked at me when it was all over and said "mom, you embarrassed me" I blame you and you alone for leaving me at the finish line assuming that if something went wrong I would know what to do, I NEVER know what to do! Lesson learned for Stephan! Now I will apologize to the little girl who was almost run down by the out of control dirt bike, to the teenage girls who had to spend the rest of their day (and it's a long one in teen years) covered in mud, to the pregnant mommy who had to yank her screaming child out of my way and snap her brother back to his senses so he could stop the bike. I apologize to Nathan for embarrassing him, to Bailey who saw it all from the top of the track and therefore had to wait hours to be able to show her face again. To Sarah who heard all the screaming and her mother apologizing to a crowd (CROWD) of people. To the spectators who paid to watch a dirt bike race and instead witnessed a circus. To all those I scared and all those that peed their pants watching me, I apologize!
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Sunday, May 16, 2010

Tote Bag Whimsical Abstract Figurative Art Design from Zazzle.com


Tote Bag Whimsical Abstract Figurative Art Design from Zazzle.com

I really enjoy using Zazzle for some of my images. It's an interesting way to get a peek into the world of licensing. It also provides a fun way to make product mock-ups in order to show how your designs can “work” on products, not just on the paper or canvas. Definately a great thing if you are thinking about approaching potential art licensing companies.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Moon Goddess by Laura Carter, Painting - Acrylic


Moon Goddess by Laura Carter, Painting - Acrylic
16x20 inches

This abstract figurative folk art painting has a dark gothic feel to it. I've titled it Moon Goddess which seemed fitting to the theme. The colours are strong and bold adding to the overall element of mystery. This figurative painting is done on a gallery stretch canvas that is 1 1/2 " in depth. This painting would make a unique and original gift!

This painting is ready to hang with painted sides and a gloss varnish top coat that protects it and brings out the vibrant colourshttps://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.109515406865.94545.109307191865&type=3

Monday, April 26, 2010

Letting go of fear by Laura Carter, Painting - Acrylic


Letting go of fear by Laura Carter, Painting - Acrylic https://www.etsy.com/listing/86818099/abstract-art-figurative-painting-gothic

24x30 inches

**COMMISSION ORDER**

This piece is being offered as a COMMISSION ORDER. I will paint one similiar for you but note that no two paintings are ever exactly alike. Yours will be very close, I will use the same colours and composition to recreate what you see here.

Do you need a larger size? Let me know and I can work out the details.

This contemporary abstract figurative painting is the second one I've done with this theme. It is a very earth toned, bright painting that really draws your attention. For me this piece represents many things, the feeling of letting go, of hope and renewal but also of loneliness.

It is finished with a high gloss finish that protects it and brings out the colours. The sides of the canvas are painted making the painting ready to hang.

PAINTING OUTDOORS; SPRING FEVER AND ART DISASTER WITH MY THREE YEAR OLD DAUGHTER


Spring is here, the flowers are almost in bloom, the leaves peeking from their respective branches. It feels great to be outdoors, the sun in my face, the wind whipping my hair as I cart my paint supplies out to the picnic table by my flagstone patio. Seems like a great idea, romantic even. My three year old daughter wants to paint with me and the wind is knocking everything off the table. I try to persevere and keep up the facade of painting outside like a true nature loving, artistic soul. I start the painting but the wind is blowing my hair straight across my eyes making visibility difficult. I take a quick run into the house for a hair elastic and come back to find my daughter "painting" on my canvas, the one I had already started. I start over, placing a tiny canvas board in front of her so she can paint also. I spend about half an hour on the painting, trying to re-capture what I had originally started. Then the wind picks up and tips the water container, dirty paint water and all across the whole painting and into my lap. My daughter giggles. I don't. After mopping that up I'm still determined to make this work. After all, it's a beautiful day and I want to be outside. I move the water container to a safer spot and start over....again. This time everything falls into place and the afternoon flies by. My daughter jumps from painting on her little canvas to playing with her toys on the vast lawn. I complete my painting; it looks exactly as I wanted it to. I decide to leave it to dry on the picnic table knowing it will dry fast in the sun. My daughter and I started carting the painting supplies back into the house, stopping for a drink and some cookies. When we go back out we are blasted by a fierce wind, it takes our breath away, almost knocking my daughter off her feet. Hand in hand we walk around the side of the house, back to the flagstone patio and there is the painting, face down in the grass about 10 feet from the picnic table. Afraid to pick it up myself I ask my three year old; she happily bounces over and picks it up. "Look Mommy at all the pretty colours." The mixed, smeared and smudged painting, grass and dirt stuck to it, the face of the figure unrecognizable; leave it to a three year old to find beauty in the wreckage! http://www.etsy.com/shop/ourhouseabstractart

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Emotions in Art - Painting Sadness - A Visual Diary - by Laura Carter


abstract palette textured acrylic paintingI've been asked what inspires me to paint and while I struggle to come up with the obvious answers like my surroundings, the beauty of nature, my love of life what truly drives me to paint are my emotions. Sometimes the more emotional or stressed out I am the better the painting turns out. It seems I'm painting sadness. I have had more than a few people tell me that my artwork is packed with emotion. I guess I wear my heart on my sleeve; at least when it comes to painting. In life I keep my emotions to myself on the most part. I don't share my inner pain with friends or family or even my spouse. Maybe from an artistic point of view that is a good thing. For my aching soul it's a terribly lonely feeling. When I paint from an emotional frame of mind the end product is so drenched in sadness I don't think I could honestly call much of my art therapeutic. Mostly it's a visual diary to the ups and downs of my life. A life filled with love and betrayal, struggles that reach beyond just the financial burden I often face. When someone buys a piece of my art they are truly buying a piece of my soul, my very own visual diary.
My art can also be found at http://lauracarteroriginals.indiemade.com you will find links to all the online galleries I currently sell on.
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Abstract Figurative Art on Long Sleeve T-Shirt from Zazzle.com


Abstract Figurative Art on Long Sleeve T-Shirt from Zazzle.com

SIX KIDS, ONE ARTISTIC PAINTER TRYING MY BEST TO COPE WITH CHAOS. HOW THE LOVE OF ART AND STORYTELLING BRING PEACE TO A CHAOTIC HOME.


With four kids at home and two step kids part time I often use my painting time as a an artistic release from the chaotic life that so many children under one roof provide. I have many stories about life with six kids. Here is one, unfortunately it is a true story! haha

It's funny really; you bring home this tiny package, bundled snug in a blanket, ready only for your love and care. Then you lose a little sleep, gain a little weight, blink for just a moment and your wonderful, sweet little baby is two and calling you names that would embarrass a sailor. You break out into a sweat at the thought of entering any public domain with your child. The "F" word, that dreaded word that you most fear always slips out of his tiny lips at the exact moment an old lady bends in for a closer look. The words "aren't you a darling" hang empty in the air as she "tsk, tsks" her way to the cash. This is not a word he learned in a picture book, or one of his movies, if you are lucky like us you could blame it on his teenage brother but for most it is obvious that this word was learned by you, the parent.

Like most parents, we dread our trip to the grocery store. It was on our last shopping trip that our son decided he wanted freezies, in the middle of March. Of course not freezies that you take home, freeze for a day and enjoy later; no, no, freezies at that moment, in that aisle. We tried to tell him just two aisles down he would find some already frozen. But he lay there, spread out on the floor, legs flailing, arms outstretched as if calling in help from the heavens above and I felt that familiar feeling. The shortness of breath, the pounding heart, the get me out of this moment now or I might lose total control feeling. I could have picked him up and endured some bruises from his swinging limbs. I could have grabbed him by the hand and dragged his limp body down the aisle. I could have threatened him with lose of toys, treats, life or limbs but then I would have been witness to an academy award winning performance at high volume, in surround sound. Instead I walked away and simply waved good-bye. It worked. Somehow, on that day, the clouds parted; letting out a little ray of sunshine I depicted as hope and turned my child into a sudden angel. We went merrily down the aisle on to the frozen section where he choose Popsicles, placed them carefully in the cart and proceeded to tell us to hurry. As I do not tell a lie you will believe me when I say we went straight to the cash and then straight to hell. He began his usual swing form the shiny silver "balance beams" which called out to him for at least one lick on its germ infested coldness. As he swung and slide on his bum across the dusty floor he started a rant. "Oh no, oh, oh, I can't take this. Oh no, oh, oh, I can't take this. Hurry. I can't take this."

I dared to ask, "What can't you take?"

"I want my treat."

The nice lady on the cash laughed and said "oh how cute. Well I think they are going to make you wait though."

I laughed with her, although my laugh quickly slipped into the hysterical laugh of a lunatic. I knew from painful experience that we were nowhere near home free. We packed our groceries into the cart, shuffled his little body along to distract him as we began our exit from the store; not soon enough though, for he yelled with great irritation, "hurry, you fucking idiot." Ah parenting, the job meant for a saint.