Karen SCHNELL-CHISHOLM peintre Miami Florida USA

Karen SCHNELL-CHISHOLM
Peintre Miami Florida USA

Mixte média, aquarelle et collage sur papier format raisin américain, encadrés sous verre. 325 € pièce.

Envie 2

Envie 3

Envie 4

Envie 1

ENVY
Four Watercolor paintings created in one night while listening and working to Sacred Love (Sting). One (I) becomes (became), raw, enough, to confront, truth, in order to paint in this manner, It becomes negotiable as to what, exactly, is the movement which drives the hand. It is far deeper than colour and paint and paper and pencil. One drives into the night in the vehicle of art, willing to crash and burn or to arrive….home.
The rose is a constant muse for me. A metaphor. Rhythm, line, and colour, associations between the petals and the leaves, the stems and the bones, the thorns and the sorrow, drive these pieces.
“Inside the doors are sealed to love. Inside my heart is sleeping…Inside it’s colder than the stars…Inside you’ll never hurt me…Outside the worlds still burning.

Inside my heads a box of stars I never dare to open. Inside the wounded hide their scars… inside this song’s about defeat. Love is a violent star. Inside the failures of night. Inside the memory of your face. Love is an angry star. Love is a violation. Love me like an only child’…………….

“Whenever I say your name. Whenever I call to mind your face. Whenever your memory feeds my soul. Whenever I’m filled with doubt lead to doubt that we will be together .Whenever I kneel to pray, I’m calling out you name. Whenever I say your name, I’ already praying, Whenever I hold back the tears I’m crying. Whenever I say your name, I’m already praying. No matter how long it takes, one day we’ll be, together”
Yes,

GRATITUDE

Three Watercolor paintings created in the following night, still listening to Sting,” Sacred Love”, hearing, “it”, feeling “it” , in a new fashion. Becoming one, with, being satisfied. Feeling gratitude. Not wanting more, than that which belongs to ones self.

“I keep walkin’ as the days turn into weeks and years, as the years turn into life times. Walk away in emptiness, walk away from sorrow. Walk away from yesterday. Walk away tomorrow…walks away from life itself. Walk into the rain. The shadows fall, when the hand of an angel, led me to this place. Sweet rain of forgiveness. Now I am walkin’ in this grace.”

Gratitude 1

Gratitude 2

Gratitude 3

Heaven

heaven is everything and everywhere.

heaven is

everything

and

every

[where..

one

finds

it.

(heaven is love).

It is February. Valentine Day month.
How can one not regard the subject of love?
Consider it, meaningfully.
Love in all the word invokes.
Love.
Love.
Love.
These two paintings, two hearts, speak to me, of, heaven.
I was in heaven when they painted, me.
I chose these, above far many more, as I am exhibiting with my (ex) husband, and our son.

The heart is, indeed, a lonely hunter, although, in rare and precious moments, cupids arrow aims sharp and correct, resulting in spectacular beauty.
Bravo Marcel!
Shine on you crazy diamond!

Hell is a nightmare. (l'enfer est un cauchemar)

HELL

This was a difficult subject for me to personally address, both as a creature of love and as an artist.

I do not believe there is a place called “hell”.

We either create our own hellish world and behave in a hellish fashion, doing crazy, despicable deeds, or choose to live in the hell others place us.

That is where the title was born. Beauty is ever abundant. It has the power to distract.

The giving over to beauties subtle distractions is the awakening from ones nightmares. I imagine clearly, how very many, evil and cruel acts, could have been, diffused, altered,

had sanity been restored through a moment of recognizing, beauty

I cannot, at this moment in my life, paint “hell”. I thought long and hard about this and just did not want to move to that place.

I chose a piece I did the day the Everglades in Miami were on fire. So much land was burning that it was “raining” ashes on South Beach. Everything smelled of smoke. I was pregnant with my, then, husband, Pierre Marcel and I, second child, Colette. I was terrified that the air I was forced to breathe would harm our child. I stayed inside and painted. That day felt like hell. Dark and smokey. Chocking. Heavy.

Again, the roses. This time falling across the cities skyline, some burnt. Others that alizeron crimson, which is so close, so very close, to the colour of blood. As a pregnant woman, weeps upon the rocks of despair, as those ashes mercilessly, fell and fell.

Hell is the nightmare to ever awaken from.

It is the path which leads one to the dream of heaven.

Hell is a nightmare.

bad

dream.

non

(sensical.)

a place

where everything seems

wrong.

dakrcoldalonefrightenedbewideredalonedarkcoldunlovedbewilderedfrightenedaloneagitatedrestlessconfuse
dangryalonedarkcoldviciouslyandviolentlyapartfromlogicnonsensicalmetaphoreswhichrageinatroubledmind
givingonesheartnopeaceasfiresraindownashesofwhatoncewasorwhatcouldhavebeenleavingonealonefrightened
bewilderedinthedarknessandthecold.

hell is a nightmare.

…one can

[ awaken

from

gratitude.

at,
exactly,
(seven something)

[therisingsunkissesthecrystalwhichihavechosentohangonthecurtainrodofmysoutheasternwindowinmybedroom
whereisleepanddreamalone.amiricleofcolourandlightproducesadancingrefractionacrossmywalls.itisexactly,
around,justabouthten,thatiunderstand].

gratitude.

it makes me late for work.

it captures my attention.

it makes me forget that, which brought me sorrow.

(before

yes, the singular,

i),

remembered…

the grace in gratitude.

remembered…

to smile.

…envy

the

sin

[ my

…sin]

. the one i shroud my heart.

the

desire

simply

matter.

enough.

have

one

( just….

one).

to…

[want].

{enough},

…me,

{enough},

to…

stay.

envy.

Mixte média, aquarelle et collage sur papier format raisin américain, encadrés sous verre. 325 € pièce.

Envie 2	Envie 3	Envie 4	Envie 1
ENVY Four Watercolor paintings created in one night while listening and working to Sacred Love (Sting). One (I) becomes (became), raw, enough, to confront, truth, in order to paint in this manner, It becomes negotiable as to what, exactly, is the movement which drives the hand. It is far deeper than colour and paint and paper and pencil. One drives into the night in the vehicle of art, willing to crash and burn or to arrive….home. The rose is a constant muse for me. A metaphor. Rhythm, line, and colour, associations between the petals and the leaves, the stems and the bones, the thorns and the sorrow, drive these pieces. “Inside the doors are sealed to love. Inside my heart is sleeping…Inside it’s colder than the stars…Inside you’ll never hurt me…Outside the worlds still burning. Inside my heads a box of stars I never dare to open. Inside the wounded hide their scars… inside this song’s about defeat. Love is a violent star. Inside the failures of night. Inside the memory of your face. Love is an angry star. Love is a violation. Love me like an only child’……………. “Whenever I say your name. Whenever I call to mind your face. Whenever your memory feeds my soul. Whenever I’m filled with doubt lead to doubt that we will be together .Whenever I kneel to pray, I’m calling out you name. Whenever I say your name, I’ already praying, Whenever I hold back the tears I’m crying. Whenever I say your name, I’m already praying. No matter how long it takes, one day we’ll be, together” Yes,

	GRATITUDE Three Watercolor paintings created in the following night, still listening to Sting,” Sacred Love”, hearing, “it”, feeling “it” , in a new fashion. Becoming one, with, being satisfied. Feeling gratitude. Not wanting more, than that which belongs to ones self. “I keep walkin’ as the days turn into weeks and years, as the years turn into life times. Walk away in emptiness, walk away from sorrow. Walk away from yesterday. Walk away tomorrow…walks away from life itself. Walk into the rain. The shadows fall, when the hand of an angel, led me to this place. Sweet rain of forgiveness. Now I am walkin’ in this grace.”
Gratitude 1		Gratitude 2	Gratitude 3