Saturday, September 5, 2015

September 2015


The locusts are buzzing, the tobacco fields are harvested and the queen anne's lace is curling up. My son started Kindergarten on the 1st. We moved to a new home at the end of July, and I am looking forward to the earth slowing down a bit. It's a bittersweet time of year as we all brace ourselves for the long Wisconsin winter. But I need some quiet and winter is good for that.

I'm as nostalgic as they come and lately I've really been missing life without all the electronics. I'm happy to have lived during a time when we didn't have Netflix and "smart" phones. I hear myself saying to my son "when I was a kid, we didn't have cell phones that could play movies, music and games." My child, much to my dismay, has seen SO MANY MOVIES in his FIVE years on this planet. Five years. I can hardly pick up a chapter book without him saying he has seen the movie.

I am overwhelmed at how much there is to *know* about our earth, and how very little time we sit and listen to it and learn from it. Our world, a meadow at sunset...if we stop and pay attention, is very entertaining. But that's a hard sell to a five year old who is mesmerized by the screen.

15 years ago, in another life, my ex and I spent time on an organic farm/ apple orchard in Vermont, as apprentices. We lived in their barn for 6 months. No running water. An outhouse. (They are dear friends and our son is named after them) I look back to that time and compare it to now. No cell phones. No internet. I had a stack of books I read that summer and I filled up a few journals. I used the landline to call my family. I took photos with film. I think about how different my experience would be now. With my cell phone camera and my instagram. I just think about how it has all changed me. I think it's more difficult now to truly be alone.

Anyway. I'm thinking out loud. Just sitting in my studio, listening to the locusts, the whirring of the ceiling fan, the sound of my fingers on the keyboard. I just finished a new painting and I'm thinking about where I want to be in the next 5 years and how I can be the best influence possible on my son's life.

That's a good place to be.

"The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there." - Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Friday, May 8, 2015

The Ass in the Lion's Skin

"Clothes may disguise a fool, but his words will give him away." New work going up at Wendigo tomorrow! 38"x50" Acrylic on paper. #nataliewrighthome #AesopsFables

This new work, inspired from Aesop's Fables, will be on display at Wendigo in Stoughton, Wisconsin. For more information please contact me at nataliewrighthome at gmail. 38"x50" acrylic on paper.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Sometimes, things aren't what they seem. #nataliewrighthome

Sometimes, things are not what they seem. 38x50, acrylic and gouache on paper. 

Friday, March 20, 2015

Sometimes, things are not what they seem.


The other night Oscar and I walked to the park after supper. It was unseasonably 72 degrees at 5:30pm. At the park there were two moms sitting on the bench and 4 kids playing and running in a pack. Oscar ran right up to them and asked to join them. They broke off into teams and made all kinds of strategic plans behind bushes and shrubs. I stood next to a small tree, Oscar's bike under my feet, the sun on my face, the warm breeze on my skin. I was within ear shot of the two women and I caught myself listening to them pretty intently. They discussed their homes and one was about to move into a new home, with a three car garage and lots of closet space. I shifted my weight, listened to the kids play and smiled at Oscar's extroverted ways which are so foreign to me. It occurred to me that these women are my age; two kids, a husband, big homes with lots of closets and room for more than one car and I had one of those "how did I get here?" moments.

I've always been one to have a vision. I knew what I wanted when I was young and I set out to get it. I wanted to live a life full of art and travels and I wanted a life partner. I was 19 when I met my ex-husband and for a good 12 years we did live a life full of art and travel. The only thing missing in our relationship was love. But like all dysfunctional relationships, you keep going through the motions. You don't talk about what is wrong. You hold in your anger. You don't fight. You just keep going. And like a leaky faucet eating away the enamel; drip. drip. drip. Corrosion. You don't even realize it is happening until the damage is already done. Until 13 years later, the earth stops spinning for a few seconds while your husband is saying "I never really loved you" when you are holding your two week old child and you are sick from mastitis. Then you scramble like hell to fix it because you've spent your entire life building it. It's all you've ever known. But it's over. The lies and anger have all come unraveled and the life you were living is over.

I stood in the park, oversimplifying the women on the bench. What-ifs rush at me and I just wish I could start over. Hit reset. All those choices. I want to go back. Go back to the day 15 years ago when Miriam Patchen and I ate Sara Lee cheesecake in her kitchen and she asked me to move in with her, but I told her I couldn't because I was moving in with my boyfriend.

I yelled for Oscar that it was time to go. He surprisingly said Okay and ran up to me and got on his bike. We headed home to begin our nighttime routine of bath and story time. The sun made everything glow. We listened to the birds and motorcycles and chirping squirrels.

Now. Supermoon Solar Eclipse Equinox. Oscar and I spent the day celebrating this amazing line-up by working in the garden, cleaning up and prepping it for new growth. A few days ago, Pixie Lighthorse posted the following questions on her Instagram page. "Who are you becoming as a result of what you're willing to release? How can you illuminate your divine path on this earth?"

This is exactly where I am. Letting go of things that no longer serve me, so that I may grab onto things that give me strength. I am a mother and an artist. How can I be better at both? Patience with myself and patience with my son. Lots of deep breaths and confidence that things will get better.

The other day at the breakfast table, Oscar asked me "Mom, are we dreaming?" I just smiled and said  "I think it's quite possible, because sometimes, things are not what they seem.."

Sunday, February 22, 2015

february in wisconsin


We are approaching the end of February and hopefully experiencing our last below freezing wind chills. I have not done much writing here in the past year. Looking back, loosing my dad, my uncle, being in a car crash, I could safely write about these experiences. Post divorce issues; not getting along with my ex, loosing a family because of divorce, loosing my home because of divorce, these are not easy topics for me to address. Attorney's and court rooms and obligations not met. SO MUCH emotion and anger and past regrets. So many times in the past year, driving through these beautiful country roads, I ask myself "How did I get here?" There is so much of this that I don't want. I just want things to be simple and they are not, and never will be.

My parents divorced when I was 3, the same age my son was when his dad and I "officially" got divorced. Although it was well over much before I was pregnant, 10 years of co-dependency and bad habits. When I was growing up my families lived in the same small town. My mom got along with my dad's parents, and would often be invited in for pie and coffee. There was never any negative energy. My families spoke fondly of one another. And the best part, I had both my families. Everyone lived in the same place. I spent every other weekend with my dad. My parents didn't hang out, but they also didn't avoid one another. Of course, there was no facebook, no cell phones. If you wanted to contact someone, you called, and left a message on the answering machine. And then they called you back.

I live in Wisconsin. This is where my ex is from and where his family lives and that's why I am here. This is where our child was born. So this is where we live. I'm lucky to have good friends here. This world can be a mean place. I'm damn lucky to have good friends, a powerfully supportive mom, a strong, honest man who loves me, and a few paintings to finish. One of the best joys I have right now, is when I bring my son home after he has been away with his dad, and he says "Did you make a new painting while I was gone?" as he walks over to my painting spot to see for himself.  I think he is my biggest fan. 

It's going to be a big year. My son and I will move to a small apartment. He will begin kindergarden. I will continue to paint, drink too much tea and probably spend too much time wishing things were just a *little* different.

My mom, dad's mom (grandma Mary) and cousin Philip. 1980

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Have a commissioned portrait done of your furry friend this holiday season!

I am offering a discounted price to those who commission me to paint a portrait no later than November 24. This is in celebration of the body of work I have created in the past year. I am so thankful for those that have given me the opportunity to do something I love. Please contact me no later than the 24th to get details! 

The above is a portrait of a famous Irish Terrier named Wuss. Here is the great review I received from the owner:

Natalie, the portrait arrived today and as I thought, it's even more beautiful in person! Your detailing is astounding. I love the use of golds that highlight it. Also, you can feel the tension in his body which gives the impression that he is about to pounce! Wuss crossed the Rainbow Bridge this past August so this means a lot to me. Thank you again...

If you are in the Madison area, you can see my work at Johnson Public House and at Wendigo in Stoughton. My work is also up at the old post office in Charleston, Illinois and I have an upcoming exhibit at the amazing Vault Arts Collective in downtown Tuscola, Illinois, this January!

Monday, August 25, 2014

Art on display at new restaurant in Stoughton and new pet shop in Charleston!

Sneak peak!

I'm super excited to announce the opening of the new restaurant Wendigo in downtown Stoughton! I'm double excited to announce that my wild animal portraits are adorning the walls! For more information and to make reservations, check out the Wendigo Facebook page.

If you are in the Central Illinois area, I am sharing display space with Lumbering Behemoth at a new pet shop called Fetcher's, located in the old post office in Charleston, Illinois. Jim, my super talented and loving boyfriend, is the talent behind Lumbering Behemoth. He designed the columns and arches for the new store *and* he is displaying his beautiful handmade furniture and lamps. 

Lumbering Behemoth & Wright Home @ Fetcher's Pet Supply

Lumbering Behemoth & Wright Home @ Fetcher's Pet Supply

I wanted to share this photo Jim took of our work together at the new pet shop in Charleston. Isn't this table amazing?!