Thursday, December 17, 2015


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We had to rent a truck to take the giant painting to its new home. I never got a chance to be with it. To look deeply at what actually manifested. It was too big for my studio to view.

Inviting Thought is just where it should be. It's perfect. It brings a new life and an amazing energy to the room that only an original painting can do. Like seeing an original Van Gogh. The spirit of creation is captured visually for all time. You can see it and and feel it within you.

The new owners, Sharon and Paul Dillon, have met their new painting. There are similarities of meeting a new baby. The appreciation and personal meaning deepens with time. I am grateful to have been on this journey for them. I have learned more. My faith in the process deepened. I have been an instrument of creation.

This whole painting thing goes way past the creator. When we're done we're done. The painting now has its own life. I have an inner knowing that a deeper meaning and truth will be revealed for those who spend time with it.

Tara Funk Grim

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The giant painting is finished. I feel flat neither joyous or sad the journey has ended. It was the toughest. We have spent a lot of time together. Quality time. Painting to artist. Sealer has been brushed on by hand to protect it for the future. A new life birthed. We are done.

This is what keeps me painting. The journey. The ah ha moment of discovering how the content, the original idea for the painting, contemplation in this case will manifest visually. Life has come forth from the place of creation. It is something that I have never seen before. I never could have seen the ending at the beginning of the painting. I showed up, did the work to the best of my skills, and made artful choices based on my intuition and experiences. Some call it the Hail Mary moments. There were lots of them.

I am amazed.

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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

SOS, Persistence, and a Beer

It took an SOS to dear friend Morgan just to validate I might be on the right path. She was there in a flash. Creating is lonely. I have never seen what is manifesting before me layer after layer. 

Where is the structure? The meaning? It has to mean something. It just can't be a painting of techniques layered upon itself with a nice little section over here and another one over there. Thinking and looking, I ask what do you want to be? Morgan suggests this and that possibility. I am clueless but encouraged. Someone has seen the painting and possibilities. Sometimes you just need a friend to share your journey even for a few moments.

In the doing of the painting the content emerges, very slowly.  I work a smaller section of the painting in the upper corner just for some direction and possibly a clue. The giant painting is upside down on my easel. Drips and merging of washes produces beautiful passages. Hours are spent like this, painting and wondering and asking. Just doing .... And in that an inkling of discovery. The meaning can only emerge in the doing of the painting, not thinking, researching, talking about it. I have a clue and am so grateful. I think it might be an "ah ha" moment but a quiet one.

Another visitor at the last of the day. This is most unusual. Grant stopped by to work on his chandelier. An interruption and I am possibly wide open in the flow. I offer him a beer for his work well done. We talk over the beer artist to artist. I have no idea what we said other than it was worthy of the moment.  Art talk at the end of the day is beautiful and satisfying.

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Sunny regards, Tara Funk Grim

Friday, December 11, 2015

Gifts and masterpieces

It's so funny. I haven been writing a blog about gifts and masterpieces since 6 am.  it was heartfelt and thoughtful and worthy of reading. 

I accidently deleted it. I guess that happens in moments of creation. This could be  the moment now for recollection or maybe a better truth. I have to believe that. It's much easier to walk away, shed  a few tears over lost time and lost message. Even if no one ever reads it.

Maybe masterpiece comes from pure inner determination and persistence in manifesting personal truths.  And from failure. Everywhere. In dreams, goals, daily lives. 

Gifts? Yep, we all have them. Mine is not writing for sure. My heart is wide open in this giant painting journey I have been on the past month or so. It is always present and has reawakened my connection to creation. I am tender everywhere.

 Some inklings of bliss would be welcome now even for an few moments. 

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Journey into the Unknown

For the past month or so I have been working on the largest painting I have ever done. It is also totally abstract which I have never attempted AND it is a commission. That's three things.

In the pursuit of painting, I have always loved the journey into I the unknown to discover more and to rely on intuition and experience and see what is revealed and what I have learned. This is the longest time I have worked on the same painting, weeks in a row. Everything in my life is immersed in the state of not knowing.  I have forgotten how it feels to be totally lost in bring a painting to life. All my attention is directed to the painting.

The painting looms large in my studio. All I have to do is continue to show up in the studio.

Geez..what is the meaning.....just keep working....

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Another hanging idea....

For those of us with limited space for paintings, the National Portrait Gallery has already solved that problem.

 Accordion style with 2 of the 3 artists, Polly Stark and Corrie James!