I Paint, Therefore I am.

It's been a while since I wrote a blog post about my life as an artist. No excuses, just living with blocks, burn-out, and every other pedestrian cop-out for stepping aside from my blog. Realistically, I fill my mind with so many images, so many concepts, that I get overwhelmed and stuck in the maze. And I start to cook something. Like food. Ah yes, a new year approaches. 2018. Wow. That was fast. I think I should make a resolution to create, post, blog, write, pot, paint, repeat. So you have my word on this, I will be back. If not with a vengeance, at least with a tweet, a post, an image, a comment or some other vacuous social media interaction. No really. I will be back. (Pardon me, Arnold). Wishing you all a happy and healthy and art-filled 2018.

Marks, Water and Mystery

LIQUID LADDER- Watercolour on paper by Hannah Reim-Artist

There are times that inspiration for a painting is buried  deeply in the unconscious creative mind. I look at the sheet of paper before me. Nothing. I wait. And wait.

Then I release the images floating around and decide to free the beast. My hands have a life of their own and I throw down. Literally it is a battle royale  between the mind and the spirit. And voila. The brush moves itself in the most mysterious directions without any conscious  input. A construct of pure movement and a tango  between the hands and the brush. And the paper. And the paint. And water flowing, flying, splashing the walls. You are jealous, right? 

My ability to zone out intellectually is my gift to myself. And sometimes to you.

The resulting image is a mystery, a collision. And ultimately, the exact feeling I was looking for all along.

The Distillery Series, Photograph

This is one of the buildings I found most interesting to paint. I just thumbnailed a portion for the composition. The small door is a coal port, not a mouse door!

Why painting drives me to abstraction

I have decided that my instinct is to make the viewer feel by images which are not easily identified. Sometimes the viewer reads the painting on a deeper level than the painter. Who am I to judge?
Some of my abstracts are quiet, some are explosive.
What I am sure of is that when the painting is done, so am I.

Tell me what you see in this painting.

hannahreimartistca: Blah, blah, blog Part Deux

hannahreimartistca: Blah, blah, blog Part Deux: "I have always created something. Until I was in my late thirties, I thought I was a writer. Using words like tools. Constructing, persuading..."

Blah, blah, blog Part Deux

I have always created something. Until I was in my late thirties, I thought I was a writer. Using words like tools. Constructing, persuading, and finagling through language, I made my way through the corporate maze of marketing, advertising and finance by putting pen to paper. Yup, that was then. People wrote with a keyboard attached to a typewriter or in a pinch, paper and a pen.
The last decades of my life have been dedicated to the translation of words into the visual.
After studying ceramics and fine art at several schools, including George Brown College and Toronto School of Art, I have transformed myself into an ARTIST. What a loaded word... and a loaded profession. I still write... but now it's limited to FB comments and Tweets.
The above painting is entitled, "How Do You Feel Now". I think it says more than reams of paper, don't you?
My work is for sale, various venues carry my ceramics and my paintings. If you are interested in purchasing anything you see here or you wish to visit a gallery of my work, please email this writer!!!