Day 23

Feeling reinvigorated about paintings after the success of using photos as a basis for my cityscapes, I headed out today to finally print off some of the amazing photographs mom took when she and I went on a cruise in Europe this past fall. It was a fabulous time and I’m so blessed that mom took me with her. She has a great eye for compositions and took extra care to snap some shots of cities and night scenes for me to paint.

One of the most interesting cities we visited was Istanbul. I think I found it so fascinating because it’s a place that encompasses opposites. The city presides over the borders of two continents, it welcomes a multitude of people and faiths, it is both ancient and new at the same time.

As our ship pulled up, we were serenaded by a band and dancers playing traditional Turkish folk music on the pier, a couple hundred yards or so in front of the Museum of Modern Art. Several minutes later, invisible men sang Ramadan prayers through the PA systems of gorgeous, sculpted minarets surveying the great quilt of architecture covering the hills between the Black Sea and the Mediterranean. Red flags with a white crescent moon and single star waved welcome to us as I leaned over the bough; my unintentionally matching tattoo on my bosom and I waved back. It was surreal and amazing.

When I was 13, my mom took me to a tattoo parlor. This fact shocks most people that know my mom- she’s pretty straight-laced in general. But she shared that she had wanted a tattoo so badly as a teenager that she ended up getting it done in a living room (it looked pretty good actually, and it was a clean situation so no worries). Her mom found out when an article about underage tattoos appeared in the newspaper shortly thereafter- with a photo of my mom getting her ink done on some dude’s couch in it.

Mom didn’t want me to do the same thing. Knowing I carried her willful genes, she took me in that day (back when you could get a tattoo at age 16 as long as a parent was present, yes I said 13 up there, thanks for fibbing to the dude with the giant snake in the lobby, mom!), probably expecting I would freak out when I heard the sound of the needle, but I didn’t. I picked a small crescent moon and single star for the left side of my chest. I didn’t know it was the same symbol as the Turkish flag then (thanks, California’s public school system!) and little did I know I’d be enjoying an unforgettable time with my mom in that country 14 years later.

So today I worked from one of the harbor photos of Istanbul. I’ve done a few really successful San Francisco inspired cityscapes in the same manner before, but it’s been awhile and I almost forgot how frustrating they are. My eyeballs get lost in all the lines and I get to the point that I have to break off and quit looking at the photo and go from there to make it work. I hated this one right up until the last few minutes or so, and then I liked it a lot. Whew. Thank goodness. I have a glass of Lindeman’s Lambic Framboise getting warm over here.

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5 thoughts on “Day 23

  1. I am officially inspired to get off my duff and do some drawings and cut paper pieces of city-scapes! I’ve been wanting to do some of Portland and San Francisco but have been dragging my feet out of fear of failure.

    Love this one! Nice work!

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  2. bluebicicletta says:

    What a great story—and so much rich visual imagery. Your mom sounds like one cool lady. My dad had always wanted to get a tattoo of a butterfly on his chest—since he was 18. He never got it until a few years ago (when he was in his 50s) when he and my mom were traveling in Prague. My mom got a tattoo of a rose. Here’s to cool parents! My parents are cooler than me, really. Anyway—back to art. I love all of the layers of buildings in this painting—something we don’t get to see so much in this country, but abounds in Europe and beyond. Can’t wait to see all of these paintings in a show! It will be amazing! Keep it up!

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  3. Sorry for the LONG post, but there’s a lot of story there. Mom kindly notes I forgot to mention the baby in the high chair at the same table she was getting inked at as well as the dog wandering around. 🙂

    Nicole, glad your parents shared that experience together!

    Malea, so glad this has inspired you to do your own cityscape! You MUST show me when you’re done.

    Jen & Betty- Glad you like it, ladies! I am actually really enamored with it as well. 🙂

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