FINDING A VOICE - and using it

For quite some time now, I've wondered if I have "a voice", something that distinguishes my work from others; that elusive 'something' that immediately says that this is a Heather Anderson painting.  It can be hard to know, because I am up close to the painting and the inspiration behind it.
I've come to the conclusion that now I can say Yes, I do have a voice that makes me an individual, not just one of the crowd (where ages ago, we all started out).  My animal paintings are consistently light, bright, and even the ones that are filled with action, have a sense of peace or fun. 
Recently, there appears to have been some ridicule directed towards me because I choose to use a lighter hand with color - light and bright as opposed to vivid, and because I choose to draw my images instead of tracing them.  Vivid is good, it's exciting, and I long ago accepted that many people prefer to trace. If that's what feels right, do it. It doesn't feel right for me.  I need to draw the image in order to feel connected with it and I need to create a light, bright, clean image  where, when it comes to color and detail, less is sometimes more. ( This doesn't mean I don't use many layers of color or that I don't love using detail - it just means I'm selective about which details I use and which colors I put together and how intense I let them become.)  I was always taught to leave a place for the eye to rest, and even when I'm painting action, I make some small peaceful spot to rest.
  I know where I'm going, and I like the path I'm on.  I have every right to be here and talk about my art journey.  In short, I'm comfortable in my own skin and painting with my own voice. And really, isn't that what it's all about?


The painting I've used to illustrate this blog is APPALOOSA SPRING, a 14 x 18 watercolor on Arches 300 Hot Press.

Renewing the Focus

Sometimes it's a good idea to remind myself what it is I am actually doing when I sit down to paint. It helps  to re-affirm my focus so that I stay on track with what I'm painting and why, and hopefully it will help the viewer to understand what my paintings and I are about.  It's no surprise that I love painting dogs, cats, and horses, and I love painting my home valley and the animal events that take place there. I want to portray these creatures and scenes with the love and respect I have for them and hope that I can share it with you, the viewer.

When I start a painting, I keep in mind that one of my main goals is to portray the relationship between an animal and a human, because that is something that is SO important to me. I love that we can relate to another species, often without words, or in a dual sort of language that we have worked out together. I love the non-judgemental acceptance and unswerving devotion.  And it just blows me away that a thousand pound horse quietly, willingly, and gently does what I ask him/her to do. 

I also focus on the relationship between animals - I love to watch them interact.  We can learn so very much from them - patience, pragmatism, and the way they will use just enough clout in the herd/pack to get the necessary thing done, what ever that might be. For the most part, greed, jealousy, and aggression for the sake of it, does not happen.

And as shown in the first image in this blog, I take delight in portraying the animals in harmony with their surroundings.  To me, they always look as though they belong in whatever scene in which I find them, no matter where it is, or what the weather. 

I've talked about this bond, the interaction, the harmony, and my enjoyment of painting the English Riding events and the Western -type lifestyle  that co-exist around here in interviews, in my blogs, and on the social media, but it never hurts to sit down and remind myself why I'm painting what I paint.

RACE YA HOME!

Early one crisp November evening, just around moonrise, we were driving home. I (passenger!) caught a movement out of the corner of my eye,  and looking around, I saw some horses running along in their field, almost as if they were racing the car.  They were headed back to a barn that I could see a ways away, and obviously, were looking forward to their dinner.  It was a magical moment to see these guys thundering past, and we slowed the car to keep pace with them for the few seconds it took before their trail turned away to the barn. This moment has lived in my memory for several years, and I knew that sooner or later, I would paint it.  So here is my memory painting - "RACE YA HOME" , an 8.5 x 10.5 watercolor on Arches 140 Hot Press.
Heather Anderson
http://www.heatheranderson-animalart.com/

GUARDIAN

Shelties have beautiful, lush coats that come in a variety of colors. This painting is of a Sable Sheltie, and sable itself has lots of variations. A sable Shetland Sheepdog can be red-gold, pale blond, a warm sandy brown or a dark, rich mahogany, all with a snowy ruff and the darker ones usually have lighter blond on their faces and legs. We've had several Sable Shelties over the years, and each one has been different in color.
Shelties are herding dogs, and as such, they have an instinct to act as gentle guardians of their "flock", whatever that flock may be comprised of (from sheep to humans). We have found that some of ours have had a more pronounced sense of guardianship than others.  Piper was one of them.  He always felt he knew best, and the really irritating thing was, that he was often right!  I've based this painting, "GUARDIAN" on his sense of confidence and assurance. He was a wonderful, faithful, and reliable dog and we miss him every day. His wonderful memory lives on in our present Shelties.
"GUARDIAN", an 11 x 14 watercolor on Arches 300 hot press.  Original available ~ $625.  Small prints ($38) and note cards ($14 for 6) also available.
Heather Anderson
www.heatheranderson-animalart.com
anderson.animalart@sympatico.ca

WINTER DISTILLED

It's one of those typical winter days that happen more often than the sparkling, bright days that turn winter into magic. The clouds hang heavy and grey, and the world seems to be painted in shades of black and white. I think of it as Winter distilled - the very essence of winter. And it has a beauty all it's own, so I wanted to celebrate it in a painting.  When I saw this group of horses that were so completely in harmony with their surroundings, I knew I had my painting. Actually, there were two groups of two black horses and one group of two black and white horses, but this painting needed to be simple, so I was selective in what I put in.
The whole painting is deceptively simple. It's more about knowing what to leave out as it is about what to put in, and that takes experience and skill. I've been painting long enough to have achieved those things. I love detail, but sometimes, the advice of Thoreau must be followed: 'Simplify, simplify'.
This recently completed painting, "WINTER DISTILLED", is an 11 by 14 watercolor on Arches 140 hot press, and it is available.  $625.  Also available are notecards and small prints.
http://www.heatheranderson-animalart.com/
anderson.animalart@sympatico.ca

EAST, WEST, . . . Love 'Em Both!

How could I ever possibly choose?  The nice thing is, I never had to.  I live in a part of Eastern Ontario where there is lots of English riding activity.  We have shows for Jumping, Hunter-Jumpers, Dressage, horse show classes for Saddleseat, Arabian Native Costume, and Driving, and lots of stables that teach proper English Riding skills.  We also have a little Polo, as well as Fox-less Hunting. So many marvelous equine activities to enjoy! And I enjoy painting them all!
One of my dreams, (along with having a horse of my own), was a pair of shiny black English boots and a black velvet hard hat.  When I achieved both dreams, they were even better in reality, even though I had to trade my velvet helmet in for an upgraded, safer model. I still have the velvet one though!
But once I began my horse adventure, I quickly learned that there was a large alternate Equine culture in the Valley and surrounding areas.  My friends (and home barn) all rode mainly Western, and I quickly slid into that laid back, companionable way of riding and became aware of the thriving Western culture around here -  Quarter Horses, Paints, rodeos, Western classes at horse shows, Western Games,  friends gathering for a trail ride with maybe some music after, and a great Western tack shop. We even have a large number of beef cattle farms.  They are not ranches and we don't have  prairie or desert, or huge tracts of grazing land. And although we don't have cattle drives, I've often ridden through a herd, and followed along when my friend was rounding up some cattle that had crawled under a loosened wire fence and strayed down the road. (Have you ever seen a cow crawl? Hysterical!)  For years, many of our  country young people have headed out West to work on the ranches for a time before they come back to work on the family farm or start their own related business.
I fell in love with this aspect of the Ottawa Valley and from the beginning, I've loved painting it.
I have wondered for a long time why we have this in our area. Then recently, I read that the great painter of the West, Frederick Remington came here to paint in the Pontiac Hills, a range of extremely ancient mountains that have been worn down to craggy, stern, and very beautiful hills.  We live a short ten minute ferry ride across the river from these hills, and I have been able to see them in the distance all my life.  Did Remington bring the Western way with him, or did he come here because it was already in place?
I guess I'll never know, and in the end, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that we can enjoy both worlds here, and while I still enjoy watching the English way of riding and the shows, and I'll never part with my elegant black English boots, you can see by their battered appearance that the Western boots were used far more often.  The only thing still holding them together is love and great memories.

Heather Anderson
http://www.heatheranderson-animalart.com/

FIND A QUIET CORNER

Everyone needs one now and then - a place to sit quietly and contemplate, or just sit and "be".  For me, the barn was always a place of peace and a refuge from the worries of life and the madding crowd.  Once there, I was surrounded by non-judgemental horses, dogs, and barn cats who welcomed me into their world for a while.  Sometimes the barn cats even served snacks - I was  presented with a juicy mouse on more than one occasion. I always found the animals waiting, but I have to say, I never did come across a good looking cowboy snoozing in the tack room! (That tack room always held both English and Western saddles and bridles, as I live in an area of the East where there is a strong Western Tradition, but that's a topic for another blog.)
This painting shows a set-up not unlike my home barn.  There, the tack room was not as big or bright as the one I have painted here, but I could stand in it among the grain bins, the saddles, and other horsey accoutrements and look across at my horse as he dozed in his stall, waiting for me to get his saddle so we could go for a ride together. I could take as much time as I liked to soak in the peace of the barn, and I always left renewed and refreshed.
FIND A QUIET CORNER is a 12 by 16 watercolor on Arches 300lb Hot Press paper. In a few days, I will get a price on it and put it up on my website. But for the moment, I have it set up where I can look at it and enjoy the memories.

http://www.heatheranderson-animalart.com/