An experiment in love

amor, paintings, portrait, process

This new painting revisits my interpretation of romantic love by experimenting with the space of being in love. I was programmed to follow societal, parental and cultural definitions of the way love should progress. If it doesn’t go in this fashion, quick are we to dissect each other in shortcomings and failed expectations, however nuanced they are. When we follow this linearity, it becomes almost second nature to explore feelings of scarcity and inadequacy. With this painting, I’ve decided to flip that entire scenario and create an alternative space to contemplate love. I want to sustain a different consciousness where we can nurture the gift of love in whatever quantity or capacity it appears, without the need to define it. Here, the painting itself becomes a totem to this new approach, and the very act of painting becomes an exercise in pausing, to serve as meditation about all the ways love becomes a contribution. And when we amplify this path, unexpected avenues may appear.

Reception for new painting October 20th, 2018 5-9 pm

The Hideout, 1500 Boren Ave, Seattle, WA 98104

Happy Birthday

Americana, amor, animals, painting

Happy Birthday!, acrylic on canvas, 62 by 50 in. Emilia Kallock, 2018

I drew from various points of inspiration for this piece, starting with it being the year of the dog on the Chinese Zodiac.  The dog is red, like Clifford, the big red dog from school storybooks, and adapted to look like a Labradoodle, which I’ve sometimes considered as my totem animal. Dogs in general to me are creatures of play and protection, and I like them because they demand fun if you want to make them happy and are loyal companions.  Mixed in its fur are Japanese paper cranes and flowers symbolizing peace.  There’s rain in the background because I live in the Pacific Northwest of the North American continent, where it rains a lot.

I saw her on the metro, and other romantic musings-

amor, sketches

On the way to Incheon airport on the Seoul metro, I only caught a glimpse of her face, as it had been mostly buried in a book.  Her clothes and suitcases were earthier in style than the de facto black jackets and white sneakers that most everyone else was wearing.  Her luggage seemed heavy but she moved it effortlessly.  In that moment I fell in love with her, and then the doors opened and we all hustled away in the crowd in different directions.

Young stylish father with two sons on vespa in Hanoi, Lunar New Year 2018

A continuation of the romantic mood.  How should time be spent?

THREE LOVERS ON A RIVERBANK IN THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST: A SMALL ADVENTURE

amor, northwest art, short story

It was late summer. The summer the great forests burned throughout the lands North and West. We got in the car after some deliberation, after a sense of unease, after a feeling that the ghosts of the morning may not loosen their grip on the rest of the day, but I got in the car anyway. Bridge (we’ll call him that for all intents and purposes because lately he’s been a bridge between the light and the heavy) really wanted to explore the delta. The river spot had called to him for years. He had always imagined looking across the rail road tracks over where the tall trees grew, where the river called to be explored. I said, “Wow I’ve been thinking the same thing for years also!” which was true.
Now we are walking, on the foot trail atop dike that contained and paralleled the river. We passed an older couple who didn’t engage until I said hi. Bridge looked tall, and good, and confident. Different to whom he had been previous the encounter with the optimistic wise woman. We continued on, seeking to break from the deafening trains and highway noise. This lead us over the decayed rail road bridge, and past the two teenage party spots, and further along the gorgeous river bank. The trail made it’s way through deciduous woods and then a clearing and began to disappear and reappear, to the left and then to the right. We had to duck numerous times under blackberry bushes that caught our hair and our clothes. We continued this way until at last Bridge found a spot where he was content. He was looking at an immense log jam stacked by the currents into a near traversable mass on closest branch of the river.

I laid out my homemade neoprene picnic blanket (the traditional red checkered square pattern) on the bank and we munched on organic chips and carrots as Bridge Google-Earthed the delta. Sure enough, the log jam was against a little island on which he was determined to set foot. I sat in the cool shade and watched the immense volumes of water swirl deceptively slow, sparkling, reflecting dark and quietly. The trees rustled in the cool breeze, and yet still, in this idyllic spot, I could not stop thinking of Lights. (We’ll call him that for all intents and purposes because he still manages to illuminate my thoughts.) I hadn’t seen Lights in years, and we only communicated in a strange pictoral and telepathic way, indescribable because I had never experienced anything like it before.

Bridge began to build a bridge. Precariously jumping between two long fallen trees, across a sizable gap of quiet, fast moving current, Bridge proceeded to balance, carry and throw 70lb plus logs to build a traverse back to the riverbank where I sat. I watched this as if watching a movie, detached and consumed by thoughts of Lights and his sublime influence, and of recent social theories adding beauty and nature to innate human needs. I soon snapped out of it and realized what a fun little adventure it would be to cross Bridge’s bridge, which I did. Then we jumped cautiously from log to log and emulated tightrope walkers across another by holding long branches.   Once on the island, as our footsteps sank into the soft sandy bank, the beauty and privacy of the location began to take hold. I thought how Lights would also cherish this river landscape.   We found a flat sandy spot near the banks with a generous vista down and up river and I laid my head on Bridge’s lap where he massaged my head and helped me focus my thoughts. Allow for receptivity, my mind repeated. Let this day on this riverbank be a gift from paradise, a gift from nature. We were both there at that moment, on a Friday, mid afternoon. We weren’t on a highway. We weren’t at work. We weren’t in our homes. I reached higher, higher, reaching for full receptivity. I quieted my mind and allowed for the gift as day. We took our clothes off, laid down his coat and made love.

Americana, amor, sketches, watercolor

The first painting is an illustration to the following poem from the 1200s by a woman from Antwerp.

Knowing love in herself.

I do not complain of suffering for Love,

It is right that I always obey her,

For I can know her only as she is in herself,

Whether she commands in storm or in stillness.

This is a marvel beyond my understanding,

Which fills my whole heart

And makes me stray wild in a desert.

 

The other sketch is about control, and the last two are about people coming together to talk about exciting new ideas.

 

 

 

 

amor, human figure, painting, watercolor

Two new paintings before heading off to Cascadia.  I updated Él with more color, handprints and glitter. In my opinion, much better.   Pictured: Personajes, watercolor and glitter on paper, 18 by 24 in., Él, watercolor and glitter on paper, 47 by 43 in. 2016

amor, paintings, portraits
Emotional Man in The Rain, oil on board, 16 by 12 in. Emilia Kallock 2016

Emotional Man in The Rain, oil on board, 16 by 12 in. Emilia Kallock 2016

This painting is about breaking up, and the heartache felt with departure from a relationship.  It’s a painting of my x, but it’s also a self portrait in a way.  It’s a figure crying in the rain, broken as to why two people can’t stay together- I chose pastel and bright colors, turquoise, pinks, peaches and yellows because despite the loss of what was, I can still remember the breathtaking beauty of the times spent together.  Those colors usually only surface in those types of works.