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In the Canyons of My Mind

"In the Canyons of My Mind," Original Painting of a dreamscape in pastel over watercolor in intense, vibrant colors by Kim Novak
In the Canyons of My Mind

Pastel

 

A friend sent me a photo she took that looked like a horse running in the clouds – and soon my daydreams took over.  I journeyed, and painted the canyons of my mind where I found my young stallion at the corner of my mind’s eye,  waiting to take me out of this world.  I was able to see myself lying back low along his hind quarters; my hair sweeping against his hocks seemed to spur him on. Hoofs pounding and feathers flying, we joined others on a golden bird that took us on a flight beyond Earth’s boundaries and into the Heavens!

~ Kim NovaK, Artist

 

Horse Heaven

"Horse Heaven," Original pastel painting of a Haflinger horse rolling in a field of forget-me-nots by Kim Novak
Horse Heaven

 

Pastel

 

Over so many years I have lost too many four-legged loved ones that I thought I could never live without, yet I survived. Maybe being married to a large animal veterinarian helped me to accept the inevitability of their loss as part of the cycle of life. I was able to move on, trusting that the time and place would come for all of us to be together again. It has never been easy, yet I was left with all those incredible memories to relive in my mind…and the possibility to paint them!

This pastel is of Hunka Hunka, my happy Haflinger driving horse and good friend; he thinks he is living in the pastures of Heaven right now.   I painted him rolling in a field of wild forget-me-not flowers…where I shall always, always picture him forever more!”

~ Kim NovaK, Artist

 

The Magic of Music

Original Pastel Painting by Kim Novak, created for the 2010 Britt Music Festival. Copyright 2014 Kim Novak. All rights reserved.
The Magic of Music, created for the
2010 Britt Music Festival

Pastel

The 2010 Britt Fine Arts Poster is a print of Novak’s original pastel piece “The Magic of Music.” She describes her approach to her work, saying “Much of my art consists of surrealistic storytelling. Sometimes I like to paint pictures of trees with human faces and bodies whose gestures suggest images of my fantasies or a dream.

“Often while attending the concerts that are held under the stars by southern Oregon’s ‘Britt Music Festival’, I allow my mind to wander off into the forest that surrounds Jacksonville. I think about the trees and imagine their reaction to earth-shaking percussions, and the voices and musical instruments as they echo through the valleys and over the hills. I wonder how the forest and its creatures could not help but react with feelings and emotions as they witness these concerts?

“This painting, ‘The Magic of Music’, is where my fantasy has taken me, to a place of happy harmony – a place where music blends the folklore of the woodlands with pure freedom of expression.

'The magic of Music', original poem by Kim Novak: “In my fantasy, the fine tuned fingers of a wise old frog create music in a stream; While a rabbit keeps time, thumping her foot on a log. She beats on a drum, for all creatures to come, who believe in the magic of music. Haunting refrains swirl in the mist, stirred by the tail of a mystical bird, Whose rhythm is such, that a family of trees, excited to please, begin to bend and twist. They forget their inhibitions and free their intuitions…these trees decide to dance! For that moment in time, nothing else matters except the Magic – the Music - and the Harmony it brings to our land!”

In My Mother’s Arms

"In My Mother's Arms," Original Painting in pastel on watercolor by Kim Novak
In My Mother’s Arms

 

Pastel over Watercolor Underpainting

As I painted ‘In My Mother’s Arms’ I was thinking back as a young girl when my Mother refused to let me leave the nest – An older boy with piercing eyes brought me a dozen roses and asked me for a date – but she wouldn’t let me go.  I  pouted and watched the flowers wither and fall as I sat by the window feeling like a prisoner. I wanted to experience all of life that night and couldn’t understand why not.  I remember the feelings clearly and I wanted to paint my feelings, and so I wrote:

She built her nest around, me and wrapped me in her arms, One day you’ll understand, she said, To guard your precious charms. Original poem by Kim Novak, actress and artist. ©2014 Kim Novak. All Rights Reserved.

In the watercolor under painting I formed the long drips to give the feeling of the prison bars that kept me in…the carefully woven nest was my caring mother.

~ Kim NovaK, Artist