The story of Mayamie

Gepubliceerd op 19 september 2023 om 16:28

My blog starts on Saturday September 16, 2023. It's my first blog ever. The idea arose while building my webshop. As time went on, the desire to blog grew and now that my webshop has been published, it is a good time to get started.

Six months ago I had a lot of free time and didn't always know how I would fill my days and add some color. That suddenly changed after accidentally watching a video on YouTube. I watched with fascination as someone created a work of art with Acrylic Pouring. The result was nothing short of breathtaking. The colors used, the technique and the composition approached perfection. I then watched other videos and the impact was always wow, so incredibly beautiful.

That day I decided to make acrylic pouring my hobby or at least give it a try. I didn't hesitate and bought paint, canvases and everything a beginner needs. I started experimenting with colors and every time I was surprised by the result. I made one piece after another, every day, and got more and more into it. I had found a hobby that brought me great joy, and that too in the world of art. Who would have thought? I have always loved art in the broadest sense of the word, but it seemed almost impossible to me at the time that I could create works of art myself.

Perseverance is one of my qualities and despite less beautiful results (in my opinion) I continued to persevere to create more beautiful works of art. Practice makes perfect, everyone knows this statement and that's how it is. My exercises are almost innumerable, always done with the same enthusiasm and concentration, not to mention a considerable portion of joy. During the past few months, my hobby has become my passion. It still amazes me every day, but I can't help but be happy about it. I will tell you more about it in a next blog. If you want to ask or tell me something, you can write it below. All feedback is welcome. Best wishes.


Sunday September 24, 2023

The past week has been turbulent, producing gusts of wind that nearly blew me off my feet. It was near wind force 10 but I still managed to hold my ground. There is currently no wind and that is nice. The sun is shining its rays and the sky is sky blue.

If you look at my artwork you will see that a series of new works have been added. I made them all last week and, as always, it gave me peace of mind and body. I still enjoy it just as much as I did about 6 months ago. My husband sometimes asks me if I don't get tired of always doing the same thing with a canvas and different colors. I then look at him and tell him that it is never the same because that is simply not possible. Never, ever will I or anyone else be able to conjure up the exact same work of art. Perhaps at most something similar in terms of color choice, technique and composition, but it will always be different. When he asks if I'm getting tired of it, I always answer negatively. How can I get tired of something I enjoy doing so much. I put my heart and soul into my works of art, so to speak.

I'm sure everyone has a passion. Only one thing often goes wrong. We think we have to find it. WRONG. You have to learn to SEE it. It is already there. We just no longer see it due to the continuous flow of impulses and choices that exist. Coincidentally, one fine day I discovered my passion by watching a video on the internet. So I literally saw it and I don't rule out that it was already there, but I was not aware of it.

You can be interested in something, sure, but interests come and go and they are also for yourself. You have an interest in something that you enjoy, but you also shouldn't have to think about doing it all the time. A passion is something that you feel like you want to spend almost every moment of doing. That's how strong the drive is to do something with it. A passion is something that is bigger than yourself (bigger than the ego), has a higher purpose and comes naturally to you. It gives you energy, puts a twinkle in your eye and is the difference between 'just fun' and 'FANTASTIC!' I am happy to say that this completely applies to my person. I love it.

Sunday October 8, 2023, 4 p.m.

Great news! My son Lennart married his beloved Anna last Friday, October 6, 2023. The ceremony took place at 1 p.m. in the Dendermonde town hall. It was a hellish ride because the GPS didn't work. We arrived on site at 1:01 p.m. Just in time. Bride and groom looked radiant. They said yes to each other and their happiness radiated to everyone present. Afterwards everyone was offered a drink and then we drove towards Hof Ter Meyghem at a beautiful location just outside Dendermonde. The sun was shining its rays cheerfully. Everything was prepared down to the last detail by Anna and it was a unique day to remember. Sometimes it was also emotional because being able to experience and experience this as a mother brings up so many emotions and also a tear, but only of happiness. Lennart and Anna are the perfect match in every way. I am proud that I can now welcome my daughter-in-law into my life and my heart.

There hasn't been much free time to make works of art this past week, but I did make some in the late hours. I will add them to my collection. My passion for acrylic pouring has not diminished, on the contrary. The marriage of Lennart and Anna has inspired me in many ways and fueled my enthusiasm. The intention is to reflect this in my artwork. Anna loves all shades of purple and that is also my favorite color. Very soon I will be attending another workshop to learn new techniques. I'm looking forward to it. Tonight when everything is calm will be a good time to express my joy and happiness using carefully chosen colors that reflect my feelings.

Sunday November 12, 2 p.m.

It is a period when my heart overflows with feelings of love and hope. This translates into the creation of works of art in the shape of a heart. The atmosphere they create is subjective. For myself, they are a reflection of the mood I am in when I am working on them. Many are made with vibrant colors that I carefully choose before pouring them onto the canvas. The order in which I pour the colors is also important because some colors are more opaque than others. During a blow out, the colors mix and the transparent colors remain visible through the other colors. When I use a cell activator in the last color, the colors underneath rise and form cells. This is also the case with the 'swipe' technique. I usually use a dark paint mixed with a few drops of cell activator. While 'swiping' with, for example, a palette or a piece of paper from a kitchen roll, a pop-up of all the colors on the canvas occurs. It's a spectacle I don't want to miss a second of. Swiping requires concentration because I stroke the colors very gently, as it were. If I press too hard, I wipe the colors away and if the palette or a medium-hard plastic does not come into contact with the colors, no cells come to the surface. It takes about 30 seconds to a minute before this phase is completed and a beautiful work of art is born. I still find it breathtaking to look at. At this stage I do nothing but watch with wonder and admiration and I will continue to watch until the cell activator has done its work.

There are days when I empathize with how other people are feeling at a certain moment. The path that I and others walk is not always strewn with rose petals. The colors that I then pour onto the canvas are not always cheerful, although I often use a limited amount of a bright color. You can compare it to a dark sky in which a ray of light appears as a sign of hope. Hope is the only good that all men possess; those who have nothing else still have hope.

Monday, December 4, 2023 at 1 p.m.

The last month of the year has started and yesterday it snowed. I had to go to the store and went there on foot. The snowflakes fluttered down and the snow crunched under my shoes. It's a sound I like to hear and I enjoy it. While walking I looked at the footprints left by others. Some have a beautiful pattern with ribs. Others are simply flat. I also saw small footsteps that were closer together. A child walking in the snow with mom or dad. Pure nostalgia.

In recent weeks I have made a series of hearts again with great pleasure and enthusiasm. The Christmas markets are already in full swing and I have reserved a sales stand at 3 locations. I have no experience with this at all and it is the first time I have ever offered something for sale at a Christmas market. You can call it a leap in the dark and nowadays that is around 4:30 p.m. when the day gives way to evening and the lights of the cars are turned on with the turn of a switch.

The first Christmas market where I will be present with all my hearts is the WZC Puthof in Borgloon. My sister has been living there for about 2 months now. From 2 p.m. to 6 p.m. I will do my best to bring my works of art to the man or woman. I'm very curious to see how it will turn out.

The second Christmas market takes place in the Chapel of Cicindria in Sint-Truiden from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. It is a fantastic location and, so to speak, just around the corner. A sales stand in a large chapel, or may I call it a church, is quite special. There will undoubtedly be moody music played that immerses people in the Christmas spirit.

The third Christmas market is set up from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. in the WZC Meiland in Sint-Truiden. I came in here a long time ago to transport patients as a volunteer. There is a very large room where all kinds of activities take place and I suspect that the sales stands will be set up there.

This week I have a lot to do preparing for Sunday. I look at my works of art one by one to decide which ones I want to sell. If they are approved for sale, I will place a small signature on them in the form of a stamp with the text simply Mayamie in a nice font. Artists also sign their works, right? I may not be a professional, but what I make is also one of many art forms.

For the rest, I will make posters, sort all sizes of canvases and put them in boxes, check whether my garland lights are on and make a list of the things I should not forget to take with me. Enough work to be done to fill the weekdays. Optimistic as I am, I hope the sale will be a success.


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