Overcoming artistic doubt…

Author: gwendoline  |  Category: Concepts

Artists everywhere experience artistic doubts.  Their work is never good enough for them, not quite what they wanted to express.  The feelings they had haven’t been conveyed enough in their work.  They are looking for a style, or a trademark which will make their work their own.   Does this sound familiar?

If you are having trouble believing in your ability to achieve your goal, try taking yourself out of the equation and focus on your original goal.  What did you want to see happen?  Let the passion you envisaged during the concept of your work, fire you up again to take action.  Dont put limitations on yourself, there is no right or wrong.  The thing is, it’s ‘your ideas’, no one else knows what they are, or whether they actually worked.  It’s just your dissatisfaction which makes you doubt yourself.

Think of it this way –   One of the nicest things to observe and experience is an artist developing their work over a period of time, and this rarely happens fast. Looking at the early work of someone you admire and realise the time it has taken them to get to where they are, can put your own ideals into perspective. Try going back to your own early work and compare it to your most recent.

If you want something badly and persevere with it, you will get there.  Add a little bit of talent and it will probably happen a bit faster.  If you try to keep moving forward, you will get closer to what you want.  Doubts are natural, just keep them in proportion and remember, the journey is what matters.

Journey continues…

Author: gwendoline  |  Category: Uncategorized

The people’s restaurants of Hanoi are very different to what we know in Australia.  Alfresco dining for the locals means sitting on a small plastic stool on the pavement of a busy street, delicious smelling aromas tantalising the tastebuds, while the frantic world goes on around them.

  It’s winter in Vietnam and the north is feeling the chill, everyone is rugged up against the lower temperatures.  Pho, the local soup is a favourite and delicious.  The makeshift restaurant cookers, are often a small wood fire built on the pavement, the chef coaxing the flames with a fan, smoke billowing, adding to the smog of the city which is covered in grey haze.

While walking around Hanoi, one needs to stay alert.  Motorbikes travel on footpaths as well as roads and crossing a street is nerve wracking, as rules seem non existent. 

The architecture is interesting with very narrow buildings squeezed together, which was a way in which people could avoid tax in the olden days.  The facades have been added onto, as have the top of the buildings.  Aluminium garages have been added to rooftops and you wonder how they ever got some of the structures up where they have.  If you let your eyes strip the extentions, you can imagine how it may have originally looked.

It’s a very fast city and not all that friendly, unless you are about to part with some money.  A city on the move, the pace is relentless with alot more cars here than Ho Chi Minh city.  The boulevards and lakes are very pretty and have an exotic oriental feel about them with enormous Jacaranda trees draping the lakes edge.  The Parisan style cafes are fabulous and are very chic.


Descriptions from my journey…

Author: gwendoline  |  Category: Painting Trips

Entering the old town of Hoi An, Vietnam, it immediately embraces you.  The buildings of Chinese, Japanese and French influence have seen much weather.  They look ancient, battered and stained, beaten by extreme sun, drenched by rain and flooded with the rise of the nearby river.  The golden yellow facades have an alluring charm that makes you fall in love with it all.

Doorways and veranahs are graced with brilliant coloured lanterns, that come to life, as the sun goes down.  The blemishes on the buildings are subdued in the evening glow, as the interiors of the buildings come to life for the viewers in the street. 

The cafes and restaurants are thriving and the warm evening air encourages alfresco dining.  Bicycles and motorbikes are parked along the footpaths, as cars are banned from the main streets of the old part of town. 

The haunting trill of traditional flutes is aired through street speakers, as well as the occasional musician, sitting casually in a shadowed doorway, playing an instrument of intigue which delights the ears and adds to the soul of this town.

It is a very lived in city and only sleeps after midnight, until the first cock crows around 5am.  Then it begins all over again, with a new set of spectators.

I have photographed the cafes and restaurants at night and would like to portray the ambience I felt whilst I was there.  Perhaps a little series of oils?

Cheers, Gwendoline