Yellow
Blue was a self portrait, Pink was a self portrait. It was beginning to be too
much of ‘me’. My focus with the first two was body acceptance, self acceptance,
positivity, and love. Blue also had meanings connected to mental health. But I
was only representing a very minor part of the population as a young, white
female. At this point, Black Lives Matter was rising again, the media was
beginning to flag up names and statistics and People from all over the world
were speaking up.
While I didn’t wBlue
Lockdown was just starting to ease up. Like most of the world, I'd had enough of
pacing around the same living space, so I started taking myself on solo dates.
Trips to spice up my life, enjoy my own company, explore things I sometimes
didn't have time to go and see while I was studying. And so on one rainy day I
went to Bath.
Why did I go to Bath? Well here's the important back story..
While I was painting my A-Level final piece through lockdown, the lady who
cleans our house agreed to continPink
Pink was the one that set Siana's Canvas going.
Not really, not entirely, in reality Siana's Canvas has been brewing all my
life. The creative edge waiting to blossom and follow all sorts of different
paths.
But this is the painting that broke the nervous seal. In lockdown 1 back in 2020
(after a creative dry spell) just following A-Levels, I decided then was the
perfect time to pick up my paintbrush and just paint what I wanted to paint. No
brief, no "you haven't done enough research" or "wHow is Social Media really affecting us?
“How does social media affect young people’s mental health- in particular, depression and anxiety?”The piece of art that made me want to talk
Vincent Van Gogh's oil painting: 'the potato eaters', also known by its Dutch
name 'De Aardappelters'. Painted in 1885 in Nuenen, Netherlands, one of the many
accommodations for Van Gogh during his lifetime.
"Aardappel", the word for potato, translates literally to "Earth Apple" which
perfectly reflects the worth of the potatoes to this family, it is their own
fruit straight from the earth which they work with.
I first came across this painting on a trip to the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam
anMoon
A reflection of a sunlight we will never see, someone else's sunlight, sunrise,
sunset.
A reflection of another world, a ball of fire turned cold,
silver night, a magical shiver of moonshadow.
A glimmer of mystery from a mass of rock and iron and..
cheese?
Iron that casts metallic orbs across our everynight, our night cloaked
in darkness, yet advertising a glimmer of hope.
A glimmer of hope of tomorrow, the sunlight a new day will bring, or perhaps the
beauty of yesterday?
The remaining blanket