"Lie To Me" © 2009 Janice Tanton.

Lie To Me” © 2009 Jan­ice Tan­ton. 60x40, oil on linen.

No coin­ci­dence that the first day of my res­i­dency at Leighton Artist Colony at The Banff Cen­tre was planned on the tenth anniver­sary of 9/11. Tragedy occurs across the globe on any given day, to all cul­tures and beings.  With tragedy, as with great for­tune, change is the accom­pa­ny­ing and per­haps less illu­sion­ary companion.

Ten years ago, the events of 9/11 led to a trans­for­ma­tion for me which I con­sider serendip­i­tous. Because of  9/11, I met my soul­mate and my life changed dras­ti­cally although not with­out pain and a period in a my life where I did not paint or cre­ate. I was sched­uled to be on a plane to Tibet for an arranged trek into the King­dom of Mus­tang on horse­back on Sep­tem­ber 12th. 9/11 changed all that. I can­celled the trip to be home with fam­ily, and as a result, met the love of my life four days later. Trau­matic and beau­ti­ful in so many ways. Our daugh­ter Grace would likely never have become…without 9/11.

With 9/11  came the real­iza­tion that we need to be explicit. Explicit in what we like and don’t like. Explicit in what we love and what we do not love. Explicit in how we use our time. Explicit in spend­ing time with those we love and telling them each day and each moment how impor­tant they are.

It is also no coin­ci­dence that I planned for the last day of my res­i­dency to be on Thanks­giv­ing Sun­day. All thoughts of a glut­to­nous turkey feast aside, I want to remem­ber each day how thank­ful I am for those around me who sup­port and care for me, my fam­ily and the world and who help me create.

The res­i­dency has gone well. The first week, I spent in a flurry sketch­ing out and get­ting some under­paint­ings done that were just wait­ing to bust out. No less that 20 new works tum­bled out of me in those first few days. After that, things got a bit rocky with a ton of vis­i­tors in and out of my space. Don’t get me wrong. I wel­comed the sup­port, input and visit. It can get a bit freaky when you’re in the mid­dle of the woods with your music and your art for any extended period of time and talk­ing to some­one other than you and the many peo­ple that inhabit your mind.…is a good thing.

Now in my third of four weeks, I’ve pur­pose­fully and explic­itly kicked every­one out and am busy devel­op­ing up some of the flurry of new­borns that started this jour­ney with me. Chris Isaak seems to be stick­ing with me — this must be the 1000th haunted time I’ve played “Wicked Game”.

I’m feel­ing a bit badly this morn­ing. Yes­ter­day, I did some­thing new in my work that I’ve never done before and it came out quite suc­cess­fully. I left after a marathon 12 hour day and returned this morn­ing to see if it was really as good as I thought it was when I left yes­ter­day. Upon arriv­ing at the stu­dio, I went to check it out imme­di­ately (and yeah…it’s frick­ing GREAT) but I imme­di­ately noticed a plethora of lit­tle bugs had com­mit­ted hari kari in the wet paint. Closer inspec­tion revealed an area where a large moth landed, got stuck and then obvi­ously could not get out. The flut­ter­ing left moth-dust every­where in one sec­tion of the piece, and I daren’t touch it until it’s all dried. I feel badly because the moth and the other lit­tle bugs died in the paint. Nor­mally, I think I would be quite peeved and more wor­ried about how to fix the darned paint­ing but because of the sub­ject mat­ter in the paint­ing, it struck me deeply. (And no…I’m not going to tell you what it is, it’s that pre­cious to me. Once the full body of work is com­pleted, I’ll share — but not until then.)

Upon a morn­ing of reflec­tion, I know how to fix the painting.…but the thought always that some­thing new that I cre­ated also meant the pass­ing of some of this world’s crea­tures is some­how very sad to me. A reminder again of how fleet­ing life is — any life. How impor­tant it is to be explicit. How the events of 9/11 can change one’s life.… and a Phoenix can arise from the ashes.

Explic­itly?.….I’d be per­son­ally pleased to kick the bucket in a paint­ing, but I’m not vol­un­teer­ing yet.

–Full Time Human Being

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Wicked Game — Chris Isaak

The world was on fire 
No one could save me but you. 
Strange what desire will make fool­ish peo­ple do 
I never dreamed that I’d meet some­body like you 
And I never dreamed that I’d lose some­body like you 

No, I don’t want to fall in love 
[This love is only gonna break your heart] 
No, I don’t want to fall in love 
[This love is only gonna break your heart] 
With you 
With you 

What a wicked game you play 
To make me feel this way 
What a wicked thing to do 
To let me dream of you 
What a wicked thing to say 
You never felt this way 
What a wicked thing to do 
To make me dream of you 
v And I don’t wanna fall in love 
[This love is only gonna break your heart] 
And I don’t want to fall in love 
[This love is only gonna break your heart] 

{World was on fire 
No one could save me but you 
Strange what desire will make fool­ish peo­ple do 
I never dreamed that I’d love some­body like you 
I never dreamed that I’d lose some­body like you 

No I don’t wanna fall in love 
[This love is only gonna break your heart 
No I don’t wanna fall in love 
[This love is only gonna break your heart] 
With you 
With you 

Nobody loves no one 

 
  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=712162324 Karen Joy Gimbel

    Can’t wait to see the new work, Jan­ice! And, look­ing for­ward to talk­ing about life, art, tragedy, ‘angelic inter­fer­ence’, etc… Bless­ings on the next cou­ple weeks!

    • http://www.janicetantonblog.com Jan­ice Tanton

      Thanks Karen. Glad you enjoyed!

  • Vanessa Turner

    What a won­der­ful read Jan­ice. You made me laugh when you said “talk­ing to some­one other than you and the many peo­ple that inhabit your mind….is a good thing”… that’s hilar­i­ous and I can totally relate because artists work in soli­tude most of the time and we often need that break even if it’s not by choice.
    Very inter­est­ing how art keeps relat­ing back to life’s jour­ney. Things come and go, they have to, but the process isn”t easy. Can’t wait to see your new works. It’s already evi­dent that they res­onate deeply with you which will show in your work. Keep it up girlie! Luv your blog!

  • Vanessa Turner

    What a won­der­ful read Jan­ice. You made me laugh when you said “talk­ing to some­one other than you and the many peo­ple that inhabit your mind….is a good thing”… that’s hilar­i­ous and I can totally relate because artists work in soli­tude most of the time and we often need that break even if it’s not by choice.

    Very inter­est­ing how art keeps relat­ing back to life’s jour­ney. Things come and go, they have to, but the process isn”t easy. Can’t wait to see your new works. It’s already evi­dent that they res­onate deeply with you which will show in your work. Keep it up girlie! Luv your blog!

    • http://www.janicetantonblog.com Jan­ice Tanton

      Glad you enjoyed, Vanessa. The one thing I admit lik­ing about talk­ing with all folks inhab­it­ing my head is that at least I can silence them with­out too many reper­cus­sions. ;)

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