I Am Not Afraid

For seven years I lived in a striking landscape. Mountains shoot from the valley floor. Rivers run as clear as air. I was too afraid to stand in it alone. I was convinced that the grizzly wildlife would strike me from behind, streaking my canvas with blood and immortalizing me in all the wrong ways.

I got past that last week. I was back in Teton Valley ID for a visit. I had just launched the biggest project of my career on a crowd-funding platform and I was excited to see it succeed. I had been consumed by it. I dreamt about it for almost 20 years. I put in the hours. I focused all of my energy on it. I spent money we didn’t have. I put potential FingerSmear jobs on the back burner. I wanted to rock the clubhouse with this philanthropic gig of a lifetime.

I am not one to tout the pains in this world. They are there. A blind man can see them well. My life and my art are about the beauty that lives, and the world that I believe is possible. Through it, I will connect a generation of girls. I will inspire them to be stronger and more fully engaged in their future. I will tell them to forge the future THEY see – not the one that others see for them.

I have dedicated my life to art and this collaboration is possible because I’m taken by the power of it. My drive to communicate through paint is vital to everything I have to offer this world. For me, everything I do in art – teach, collaborate, FingerSmear, or paint in the solitude of my studio – must all coexist together. They all go hand in hand. They are more powerful together than they are alone – just like mighty fingers…

I drove out to the end of the road, to that same valley floor where I’ve seen the wild life roam many times before. I set up my easel and I painted. I ignored the phone and worried not about the bears. My mood turned from anxiety and exhaustion to peace. The shifting of colors absorbed me. The quiet covered my fearful mind, and I was gone.

I am working to raise funds for my project that I know will shift life for the girls that participate in it. My paintings will help me move Mighty Fingers Facing Change from one place to the next. My art is what makes this project possible. It’s what gives me the ability to think that I can take this canvas around the world, and the strength to make it happen.

I can stand alone in the wilderness. I am not afraid anymore. But the fact is, most of the time I prefer a bit of company.


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Kelly, I just read your Blog posting and immediately after while still reading for inspiration I read this quote:

Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.
Steve Jobs

Wow – how fortunate for me – cause I am crazy enough! Thanks Nancy. I think this is one of my favorite quotes of all time. I think I will blow it up in big print and hang it on my studio wall. I can always refer to it and site it as an allowance for my distaste for rules. And if ever I should be caught up in a disagreement – I shall point to that genius line – I’ll be fine as long as I don’t have to spell it! Much love to you. I miss you and hope that your making music every day.

I love your painting, your story and the project Kelly…and i also have to interject regarding Steve Jobs marvelous quote for his genius company…always wonderful and always true….here’s to you Kelly Sullivan!

And the universal and boundless incarnation that transpires when dreams beget reality.

So Kelly, some may say that you’re a dreamer. But you’re not the only one. I hope someday they’ll join you. And the World will live as one.

Your art, generosity and inspiration ensures that you will never be alone!

hmmm… 🙂 I hope you are correct Marlasioux. Thanks for the post.

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I’m a Square Peg

I’m a square peg. Occasionally rectangular. Every so often, a triangle. But…never round – it seems. Regardless of my shape-shifting, my perception was always an ill fit. It’s gotten better with age. Gravity and experience have softened my edges, coming slightly closer to round I guess. In addition, I don’t care so much about being square. My oddities have turned out to be powerful. And some of the most interesting people I’ve met in life are the kind of people that my conservative Mother would refer to as “strange”. I have a different vocabulary. I appreciate their eccentricities and I applaud their bravery.

In my late 20’s (twenty years ago) I produced a hands-on arts festival in San Francisco. I made a lot of noise about cuts in arts education. It was an important issue. There were young square pegs out there that needed to communicate, damn it! When I look back with a bit more insight – it was likely not their well-being that drove me. I was aching for more square pegs; validation for my own odd shape. I needed to prove that I and all the other funny pegs were capable of great things. I did that, I think. I was successful. I rallied great artists, secured sponsorship by Haagen-Dazs and The Fort Mason Foundation, and threw a wildly fun event. I was written up in papers. I was invited to speak on cable TV shows (that was big stuff back then, very edgy). And, for the hundreds of kids that it touched, it was powerful. I know that.

It was a tremendously stressful time that was full of extreme work and anxiety. I had fears battling faith over my ability to pull it all off. I was young and I was trying to show the world what I could do. When I was in it, when the kids were there, I was fully alive. But when it was all said and done – the day after the event closed – I crashed like nobody’s business. The artists that I worked to surround myself with all went home. The kids went back to school. The press went away. And I was alone, wondering why I did it at all. Did I do it for the kids? Or did I do it for me? Was I trying to bring attention to the issue, or bring attention to myself? Did I want to find support for them, or for me?

I was the proverbial squeaky wheel. I have learned a few things over the years. That kind of noise inspires action, but the intent is to shut it up, not make it sing. You can cause a great stir, but the ripples might wash your community away. You can put yourself in the spotlight, but if you don’t share it, your hair will catch on fire, and that smells really bad. You can celebrate your squareness more fully if you’re not afraid to soften your edges once in a while. Community and the need for it will always exist. An egoless immersion into it will yield the highest return – membership.

I am in the throes of developing my career opus. A global project. The opportunities and anxiety of its production present themselves all over again. I will produce it this time with a similar thirst for community, but with a calmness and confidence that only age and experience has provided. I realized somewhere along the line that community comes in many forms. You must participate in it, and, reciprocally, it will provide more than just round holes.


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That’s Kelly. Amazing woman discontent to continue her heartfelt endeavors without soul searching and learning from past experiences. A bit too hard on herself perhaps, questioning whether she can transcend her own ego and humanity in an effort to garner ever more for the good of the whole. Kelly has it all. Both Community and nourishment of her ego, hand in hand, guarantee her continual and increasing success. Self-examination is healthy; but abolish the whip. Without ego, there is no humanity. Kelly, the square peg, uniquely equipped by nature to genuinely think outside the box. That’s my opinion and I celebrate this artist.

Geez… I blush. Thanks Marla. “Without ego there is no humanity” – hmm. I will think on that a while. Ego is defined as a persons sense of self esteem or importance. I suppose if you do not value yourself, you will not be very effective at inspiring that feeling in others. This was a vulnerable blog to put out there. How do you say “I was driven by ego” when perhaps that is still the case? We wish our intentions to be more pure, and we pray that our efforts will prove themselves to be so. But still, bread needs to be on the table, and paint needs to be on the palette. Neither of these “luxuries” are free, so we must find a way to keep them there. If we can blend good will and ego, then we shall celebrate, and likely in fun company with above average wine. I will question my existence and ponder over it until the day I can no longer. Thank you for your post. You give me more to ponder…and paint.

Yes, absolutely vulnerable and heartfelt response. Exposing yourself, questioning your motivation, aspiring to and praying that your intentions are pure, your integrity intact. Kelly, it seems to me that by engaging so ruthlessly in introspection, you’re demonstrating in and of itself, your pure and genuine nature. You worry about self-interest and then develop Finger Smears. A singular endeavor of collaboration. By definition, dependent upon the marriage of community and ego. I love Finger Smears, both in concept and in practice. An invitation reliant on community and partnership. The awareness that richness is a product of the whole. The generosity of it! Surely, Kelly, it exemplifies your mastery in blending good will and ego at its best. I want to see more of this art form; I want to see it everywhere. And finally, since when did bread on the table and the unbearable thirst to express your talent become luxuries? You frustrate me and take my breath away.

I miss seeing new posts of your gorgeous paintings! I always seem to relate to the thoughts you share as well… hope all’s well 🙂

Hi Lisa, thanks for the note. I MISS IT TOO!!!! I am consumed by the production of my latest project and find myself at the computer and on the phone for endless hours. I have not been into the studio to paint in over a month and it’s beginning to make me sad – but this project is so close to launch, and it has so much potential to be great – that I can’t seem to tear myself away, as there is ALWAYS one more thing that I need to do. I am at the computer now and I was giddy to see a post – it was like a flash from a too distant past. I miss it beyond words, but I can’t stop yet. Once I get it lined up and launched I will, if it is successfully funded, I will be able to travel, help inspire girls from all over the world, and paint, paint, paint. Oh, I get misty over the thought of it. Soon, soon. Thank you for the post. Check out what’s keeping me away
www.MightyFingersFacingChange.com

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The Lilac

Lilac. It’s a ‘bisexual’ plant that symbolizes love. I didn’t know that. Only that it smells divine and will not last long if you cut it down and expect it to live in a container. Fitting I guess. On the vine, it flourishes. In a jar…a rapid decline.

I assume anything that is a bit off beat and vibrant by nature would react the same way if expected to conform.

Perhaps just a bit of tending. Water. Sun. A general acceptance for its unique beauty. That would allow it to flourish. Blessed be the non-invasive gardener. Blessed be the lilac of its love.


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I also did not know that Lilac is a bisexual plant, and if talking about your art that is an awesome painting. Your art work is great.

Thanks! I appreciate the post. Have a great day.

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Resting Venus

To all enthusiastic students, whose efforts, failures, and victories I applaud. “Don’t be shy with the paint,” my grandmother used to tell me. After so many years of trying to figure it out on my own, and a couple of years of studying with a few great painters, I believe her advice is as strong as the day she gave it to me. Don’t be shy with it. Let it excite you like your first taste of love, lust after it like something forbidden. Play with it like a home science kit, and respect it like Mother Nature. You will figure it out. And it will help you figure yourself out.


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You are one awesome artist!! I love your “people”…..right on always and so much personality coming through. Keep it up!

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Always nice to see it in print…

Kelly Sullivan
On the Artistic Road Less-Traveled

When it comes to obvious definitions, it’s a challenge to fit Kelly Sullivan into any easily delineated category. Straddling the line between painter, patron and educator, the Lambertville
artist isn’t shy about sharing the creative world she’s built. In Sullivan’s work, she paints from life, photographs, introspective journeys and natural inspiration. She creates in her studio,
on remote islands and in concert with hundreds of other people. But no matter where or how you might find Sullivan, the singular philosophy that defines her work is always evident. “There is
a search for community in everything I do,” she says. “I look for the things that connect us. If I can suggest or encourage that connection, I feel like I’m headed in the right direction.
The beautiful thing about paint is its ability to be suggestive. It’s not all spelled out.”

A visit to Sullivan’s workspace exemplifies the creative fires in her. With multiple ongoing projects on the easel and a wall of framed, completed works, it seems Sullivan has plenty on her mind. Travel, a longtime passion, is evidenced from the work she’s produced during artist residencies in places such as the British Virgin Islands and the Umbria region of Italy. From these trips as well as more local jaunts, Sullivan has developed a solid body of en plein air paintings, capturing rolling sea and landscapes, trees and brief moments of sun cast against shadow. “These are a challenge to paint,” she explains. “You observe something and it quickly changes. But the design must remain the same on your canvas whether the sun does or not.” On other pieces, we meet the Faces of the Earth, a series of portraits Sullivan paints from live models and people she has encountered in her travels. “Some faces just scream, ‘Paint me,’” she says. “When that happens, I just ask people if they would be willing to sit for a painting.” Sullivan, born and raised in Hunterdon County, has even found inspiration in her own backyard. “I am working on a series of oil portrait sketches from the Lambertville area,” she adds. “There are a lot of characters around here, and I feel more home here than anywhere I have been for a long, long time.” Her series will be used as a portfolio presentation at next month’s Art of The Portrait Conference, produced by the Portrait Society of America, in Philadelphia. As a predominantly self-taught artist, Sullivan is always pushing beyond her creative comfort zones. “We are never done learning,” she says, “All hard-working painters know that.” Sullivan recently challenged herself to create the Simple Pleasures series: one painting a day for 30 days to reflect on our collective tendency to overlook the simple things in a world of increasing instant gratification and a growing dependence on technology. The project led to a solo show and an invitation to paint at the Bitter End Yacht Club in the Caribbean for two weeks. “I am very project-oriented,” Sullivan adds. “It starts with an idea, which is carried out for a certain period of time, and then it’s done. And a new one begins” Take Sullivan’s collaborative project entitled FingerSmears. Conceived over 15 years ago in San Francisco, these lively representative works of art on life-size canvases are created under Sullivan’s direction as hundreds, sometimes thousands, of people dab their fingers in paint and add to the work. Initially developed as part of a hands-on arts festival she produced in the 1990s, it grew as Sullivan learned more about the growing trend toward trimming arts education in public schools: “Self-expression is a basic human need. We can either teach our kids a productive way to express themselves or see it played out in less-attractive ways.” After securing financial backing through grants and sponsorships and using her own money, from humble beginnings the first FingerSmears grew into many. To date, almost 70,000 participants have been willing to stick their fingers in paint for the greater good, including celebrities like Bruce Springsteen, members of the Rolling Stones, Carol Burnett, Willem Dafoe and Harrison Ford. “Yes, I get to fingerpaint for a living,” Sullivan says, a smile revealing the obvious joy she has in her work. “That’s pretty cool.” These days, Sullivan is working on the development of a global FingerSmears project, a dedicated practice of classical oil painting and her newest endeavor: teaching at the Robert Beck Academy in Lambertville. “I’ve learned so much over the past several years, and I can see a massive shift in my own work,” she explains. “I’m excited to share it with it anyone else that is so inclined.

” For a complete look at Kelly Sullivan’s body of work, go online at kellysullivanfineart.com.

”  The beautiful thing about paint is its ability to be suggestive.” – Kelly Sullivan

 

 

 

 


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COngratulations, how wonderful!!!

Thanks Mimi! I hope you are finding some time for the paint too.

I agree! Fantastic! Very well-written, giving you the praise you have earned. So satisfying to read and applaud along with the author.

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Four Weeks Post-Op

A wrenching chapter, but relatively short in the span of a lifetime I guess. 15 ½ months of angst & guilt, fear & eventual concurrence led to a spinal fusion. She is in her fourth week of recovery. We are on the other side. Perhaps light duty when held next to some, but this is all I know, and it was hard.

Every day, she amazes me. I was not an easy child, so I am told. I challenged everything, boldly and without grace. My path to this place could have been smoother, but my decisions did not always support forward motion. Her success, like her recovery, comes in record time. She doesn’t bully her way to the other side. She quietly analyses her options. She assesses the situation. Armed with information she charts a course. Perhaps the most beautiful and powerful detail in it all, is her state of ‘self’ and the decency in her heart.

“If you can capture her….” he searched for the words, “…eloquence and strength…that would be amazing,” he said.

I am humbled by her every day. We are blessed to have her… every day.

I thought I would give it a try. This…is just the beginning.


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Kelly dear, This is absolutely beautiful. My beautiful Aidan, I feel like I could reach out and touch her.

absolutely stunning portrait of an incredibly fine young woman. my happiest wishes to Aiden.

Kelly, that is an absolutely beautiful portrait of Aidan. mm

That is stunningly beautiful.

Kelly, She is tremendous and strong and beautiful, you have captured it. I am not surprised as you helped create all of her positive attributes. And I might include, her brother was and continues to be quite the star throughout this entire experience.

A breathtakingly beautiful show of grace, depth and beauty,in the portrait and the words; both are equal to the situation. Facing this challenge is an example of the strength all close to Aidan have shown.

Beautiful!

THANK YOU! for all the great comments. I am so excited to see how she wraps up – in life and on the canvas 🙂 I will get a full day in on her on Monday. She will be back in school, and I will be back in the studio. All good stuff.

K: I was moved when I saw on Tuesday where you had taken Aidan’s portrait but even more moved by your words and the love for your daughter that they conveyed. You’re a special lady. <3

Bravo. I think this is your best work yet!

Breathtaking….just like her! XO

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Flying Without Wings

It’s as close to flying as you might get without wings. From my deck I watch them flip around. An unsuccessful landing takes a serious slap to the side of a body. They splash back up, whooping and hooting over the thrill of it. I wish for younger days, before the fear of injury. That perceived invincibility, and stronger knees. Yes, then I would be out there for sure! Maybe not flipping, but a nice pace. Yes, a speedy clip for sure.

You know, I’m not that old. On second thought, maybe I’ll go to bed early and eat fruit and granola tomorrow, and … ohhhh, but they might have eggs benedict again. Maybe I’ll go home, get in really good shape, and come back next year ready to rip it up. Yes. Rip it up – next year. That is the plan.

Then I looked back at my palette on the deck. “I am ripping it up” I thought to myself. Artistically speaking, it doesn’t get much more ripping than this.

I have already begun to concoct future trades. I want to get my family back here. I want to see my kids sail a little boat. I want them to drink virgin Pina Colada everyday. I want us to snorkel and talk about the fish we find. I want to act like all the other lovebirds and look longingly into my husband’s eyes over the moonlit North Sound. I think that if my son gets his hands on a kiteboarder, he may never want to ski again. No, that’s not likely, but he’ll dig it. I think my daughter will be taken by the local flavor, and we might not be able to get her back home. I think my husband will reignight his desire to sell everything and live on a boat. Based on the size of some of these boats, I might reconsider the idea. It has been a pleasure. I have missed my family, and I have worked hard. I’m thankful for the experience. I’ll be back…to rip it up in all-new ways. Cheers.


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You’r not that old..(I’m older), but we surely can still rip it up! I’ve enjoyed taking this journey with you Kelly! Your heartfelt writing brings you right there and your paintings are delicious.
Bravo my dear friend.
Love you!
Leese

HI Leese! Thanks for the post. I was happy to ‘have you along’. Yes, we can still rip it up, but I don’t think I would try kite boarding without some real physical work up. I’ll be more prepared next year. I’m in the airport in St Thomas – exited to see my family, return to the gym, and do a little detox… Love you too my dear ‘old’ friend.

Beautiful Kelly – And I agree, you are ripping it up..See you next time?? Cheers, Scott

Thanks Scott – yup, we’re all coming to see you next year, one big family kite boarding lesson.

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The Lonely Rooster

I am a bit lonely. I guess that can happen, even in paradise. I am happy for this painting intensive and I am giving it my all,

but I would love a little squeeze from my beauties. Tomorrow is our 16th wedding anniversary.

My husband was going to join me here for the last few days of this residency, but we had to change those plans.

I’ll be sad to be here without him tomorrow.

I am surrounded by lovebirds, and my rooster is a bit far away ;(


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Harbor Lights

It gets dreamy around here when the sun goes down and the boat lights come on.

Its like looking through windows on a city street, and imagining the life happening inside.

I have to assume that around here, it’s peaceful for the most part. A pleasant disconnect, for whatever the duration.

9″ x 12″


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Zacchious

Great, strong face. There are so many of them around here. Perhaps I need another week or two…


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We’re all oohing and ahhing!! Nice!

Mom this is so cool! Your amazing.

He looks like he can play/sing a mean blues tune.

Peace.

hey thanks! He just flew out too. A quick two hours – it’s always nice when that happens. I think I’m starting to get into the groove here – but I miss my sweet family in a rather wicked way!

One of my very favorites!!!

Hi Ginny – thanks! This landscape would be so great for your color palette! I hope we can paint together sometime again. I hope you are well.

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