Blue Coffee

November 14, 2012

Blue coffee tastes much like regular coffee. The same for red coffee. Yellow too.

I’ve tried them all and, while colours haven’t caught on with boutique coffee haunts, I wonder if someday the experience will be available to everyone. If so, the colours will hopefully have a source other than acrylic paint from tubes as my coffee spectrum involves.

Coffee is my companion in the studio: not sure of its role in the creative process but it seems to have opinions. Acrylic paint is water soluble and in this there no preference on water source. If the mug is too close to the palate, a paint brush inevitably will be swished in caffeine for cleaning rather than the clear water close by.

Creativity moves my thoughts to places unknown and a clean brush, when you need one, is a clean brush. The solution is to cover the mug.

Imbibing rainbow coffee happens often at a cafe I enjoy. People go to cafes for lunch: I go to this cafe to paint, make new friends, and joy the coffee as I’ve done for many years.

The small round cafe table means a paintbox is essential for supplies and as an easel. All this in a confined space seems so unavoidably aligned for coffee colouring. A go-cup with a lid is essential.

Given the options available, my favourite coffee is black.

If Not, That’s Cool . . .

November 12, 2012

Many weeks have passed since my last blog post. I’m back to sharing again.

There are reasons for this: none of which involve me being overworked or far, too far, from a keyboard. Simply, I needed to think about the whole experience with blogs.

I realize now that technical issues took the fun out of things.

Not sure where my head was but, in trying to make the blogging experience more effective, I asked some experts for help. While their intentions were very sincere, what I got was a list of “must always do things”, as well “you will never do this” instructions as the quest to be #1 on Google slowly drained all creativity from my being.

Somehow professional help left me out of the equation. It all felt so contrived and my blogging came to a grinding halt. I lost inspiration amidst an experience lamely mired in technical need lists.

Rather than write from my heart, I focused on finding links to hyper. And then, I must have words that are key and very, very searchable. Where’s the art in this. Did Shakespeare have such confinement?

Here’s the thing. I’m an artist, a landscape painter, and I love flowing with each moment into the unknown. Give me colours, a canvas, a brush, and blessings happen: there are no hidden links in the image nor are there “key” colours for scanners somewhere to find in a search. I have endless conversations with a canvas and we literally party.

Examples of my conversations with canvas are on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/JimPescottPaintingsinDots

More information and examples, especially if you don’t have Facebook, are on my website http://www.jimpescott.com

It has taken a while and happily, I’m here to blog again. I will blog as I paint: from my heart, just as I do in conversation. If a search scanner somewhere happens to find something, bonus. If not, cool, I’ve released thoughts to the air currents.