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A portrait of Jack

I started my latest painting a couple of weeks ago. Beginning with constructing the stretcher frame and then moving along with measuring, cutting and then cotton canvas. After stretching the canvas I spent 2 days coating this 5’ x 4’ with 4 layers of gesso.

This is a portrait of Jack. He’s been my companion since he was only 4 weeks old. He turns 10 yrs old this month. Jack is blind from cataracts but follows me everywhere and runs around in the back yard as if he could see.

The reference photo was snapped while Jack and I were swinging on the hammock. His smile filled my heart with such love and joy. He’s such a loving and loyal companion.

Sights unseen

It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve been in the studio. It feels good to be in sacred space and stretch my spirit and allow creativity to flow.

I like to read, like everyday. If it’s not news articles then it’s books about art, society, and culture. I’ll let you in on a secret, I was functionally illiterate until I was discovered by a 7th grade remedial reading teacher. My life long secret (13 yrs at that time) was up. I was found out. That woman, Ms Mobly stood before me and saw me. It was at that moment that she crafted her medicine, created safe space and held me. After school she tutored me for an entire school year and taught me not only to read but to comprehend what I was reading. She ignited my mind. It was on fire!

How the f&ck can that happen? How could you go so long, be passed from grade to grade and no one knew?

They knew I was a D & F student. They were more concerned that I attend speech therapy because my southern, Creole, Native American speech, vernacular and sound was not like the other children. They passed me along anyway.

Why?

I’m was a biracial child in a suburban schools system. You see, my father was a Creole Arcadian Frenchmen and my mother was Scottish & Norwegian. My ancestors roots run deep in Louisiana & Texas. The Creole term,originally, meant Arcadian French and Spanish mixed people. Now it’s evoked to mean French and mixed. Well, through the generations of my family tree let’s add genetic inheritance of Italian, Portuguese, African and Native American. Modern technology, ancestors DNA and a couple of decades of genealogy research has revealed a great deal.

However, in the 60’s when my parents married in Texas and left the south due to racial discrimination and tensions to Omaha, they faced discrimination their entire lives together and so too did us kids.

I do believe it was a combination of discrimination, school policy and practices that delayed my academics. I had an academic advisor once tell me I was only bred for manual labor and not to bother with college.

Now fast forward not only can I read and not only did I pass 7th grade with A’s and B’s but I went on in life and earned my Bachelors degree & Masters. What I find most intriguing, it was in Adult Education and Instructional Design. It’s the fascination in how we learn and how we develop strategies for learning that inspires me.

So back to today, back in the studio painting.

I am working on a portrait of my daughter Lily. As I’m painting, mixing colors, I am contemplating the messages of inclusion, equality, justice, education, hold space for each other, love humans that I gave her throughout her life… all the experiences of subtle and explicit hate, discrimination and being marginalized that I experienced and the hope she nor anyone else has to experience through sharing my stories, sharing the stories of her grandparents and ancestors.

Share your stories. Hold space for each other. Hold one another in love and acceptance. See each other.

Lily helped me paint her face. However, it’s not her we see. Is this an ancestor coming forward through paint? Who is she? Has she been hidden out of sight and unseen? Time will tell what spirit came forward.

I see you. I hold space for you. I love you. BLM

A girl on the Underground

Oh how I wish life was as exciting as the 1st time Lily experienced London and riding the Underground.

These days many of us are doing our part to flatten the curve and remain healthy. I started this painting last Sunday and hope to have it finished this weekend. I’m only able to be in the studio once a week since I’m working from home for my day job.

I ordered a few new colors and hope they arrive soon. I think this painting would benefit from some diversity in colors.

Any way, this is part of a series I’ve named “A girl…”. It’s part of a mother and daughter collaboration with my artist daughter Lily. She’s busy with college still but has completed a couple of paintings so far.

Being in my studio and allowing myself to experience Awiya, creativity to flow through my being is my souls center. It is where I am most connected with myself. It is where my connection to the world around me is clearest. It’s not an escape from reality, on the contrary, it is a space where I am open, clear, vulnerable and honest with myself. It’s where I allow thoughts to flow by and simply acknowledge their presence without holding any of them. In many ways it is similar to an active meditation.

It is my hope, that in these difficult times, that many of you experience Awiya for the 1st time and create into this world some beauty.

Stay safe my friends and be well. until next time, stay in the Awiya side of life.

Sun flower- the left hand series

2″x4″ acrylic on canvas …

Chasing the light

About 8 weeks ago, I flew out to California for a vacation with one of my best friends. Many moments of laughter, tears and great stories of extraordinary exaggeration. You see, my bestie is a story teller of magical proportions.

Grand adventures through LA, Long Beach, & Playa Del Rey.

Then, one evening while walking along a beach front community to a friend, a soul sister, one of my art patrons home… to deliver a painted portrait … the setting sun glistening across the ocean…I tripped UP a curb and fell forward onto both hands.

Right (painting) hand, radial head broken in 4 places. Left hand, 1 broken wrist bone.

The love and care from my besties, soul sister and patron got me home. I had no use of my hands.

Once in Nebraska, surgery. 22 stitches and a plate and 10 screws later…

It’s been 4 weeks of physical therapy for both hands. Left hand is now out of the brace. Right hand has a compression glove, compression sock & a custom fit ortho brace. The physical therapists just started to passively move my wrist. It’s swollen, hurts and I can’t move it myself.

I’ve missed being in front of my easel.

I tried painting this last weekend… with my left hand. That was a disaster. I held the paintbrush in my right hand and made a few paint strokes… OUCH.

Time and rest will tell how my wrist will heal. My bestie crafted stories of light weaving and love infused images on canvas in my future.

Until then, I’m a sun flower chasing the light.

Hello My Creatives! Delighted Spring!

 

Winter has faded away into the distant crevasses of our memories and summer is almost shining strong.

 

Spiraling updates to get you back into the cycle of compassion again.

 

I finished another year of college classes and am ready for a summer off to paint.

My mother died this past November and now she joins my father who died 23 years ago. Jes had his cervical discectomy with fusion on c5-c6 April 2nd and continues to recuperate.  It is his hope to be back in front of his easel in the coming months. We rescued a 5week old Silver Pinsche puppy. He is now 6 months old and his name is Lego.

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The paintings from The Light of Nebraska are ready for showing. However, over the winter months, our local library experienced devastating water damage from broken water pipes in the ceiling. They are currently serving the public on a limited basis from another location. Now I am in search of another venue for a showing and then distribution of the paintings to the corresponding county libraries. As soon as arrangements have been made, I will make a formal announcement with all the details and pictures.

 

Stay tuned my Creatives for refreshing updates on our website at Ewers Fine Art and new pieces. Currently select pieces are available for purchase now on our site.  Also available are canvas and paper prints of our entire collection through Fine Art America-Lou and Fine Art America- Jes

 

There is More Love than Hate- Nebraska shows Newtown it’s Love!

There is More Love than Hate” toy drive for the surviving children in Newtown ,CT. Continue reading There is More Love than Hate- Nebraska shows Newtown it’s Love!

Thank you

Thanks to some generous bidding, this piece, ” Compassion of Souls Lost,” raised $250 at auction for “Frank’s Fight.” The Awiya Project is proud to come to the aid of this wonderful deserving family, and deeply thanks the compassionate giving of the bidders – both the winning bidder and those who’s bids did not. We are dedicated to compassionate giving, paying it forward, an aiding those in desperate circumstance and need…

Jes Ewers Co Founder of The Awiya Project

Silent Auction

FRANKS FIGHT

Lets show Frank some Love, Bid on this Gorgeous painting. All proceeds go to Frank & his fight for a liver transplant after his insurance denied him coverage due to Pre-existing conditions. Frank & his family are attempting to raise the funds themselves. Click the link “Franks Fight” above & make a bid today.