Mend. Painting. Treenuh Art. Trina Hall. New York. Wax. Pure Pigment. Needle. Thread. Buttons. Feminine Power. Female.

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Mend by Treenuh
Mixed Media 5×7
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This piece began with a thin layer of wax applied with a palette knife and then iridescent pure pigment was applied with oil directly to the wax.  The texture was given to the wax before the pigment was applied so the pigment would settle into the grooves smoothly.  I then threaded a needle through the thickest part of the wax.  The signature used two buttons similar, but of slightly different hues.

Who typically mends in families?  Clothing and hearts and skinned knees?  The women.  Who mends the women?

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Mend. Painting. Treenuh Art. Trina Hall. New York. Wax. Pure Pigment. Needle. Thread. Buttons. Feminine Power. Female.

Letting Go. Painting. Treenuh Art. Trina Hall. New York. Feather. Button. Wax. Pure Pigment. Lin-Manuel Miranda Candle. Alex Gandy.

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Letting Go by Treenuh
Mixed Media 8×10
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I love making pieces that have multiple layers because you never know when they are done.  Sometimes you take a big risk of “ruining” a piece if you cover up something beautiful with something a little too weird but part of my creative process is allowing whatever unfolds to unfold and learn to appreciate it and love it (a mirror imagine for my life). I love making pieces that take time and have a quality of the very moment in which they were created.

This piece began with a drawing and then I added a layer of yellow pure pigment mixed with an iridescent pure pigment that I adore.  I light a candle every time I begin work in my studio and after being in here all day, the 3-wick candle had a substantial amount of wax so I poured it over…

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Letting Go. Painting. Treenuh Art. Trina Hall. New York. Feather. Button. Wax. Pure Pigment. Lin-Manuel Miranda Candle. Alex Gandy.

My Studio. Trina Hall. Art. Church. New York. Painting.

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img_0658My studio is across the street from an old church and they renovated it most of this past year.  Workers were giving care to its aged stone and wood, seemingly pouring their talent and love into every pore of the building almost every day.  I came home from a series of trips to find they had taken down the scaffolding and the church’s new facade was revealing itself to the elements.  Thankfully, their skills left the church aesthetically the same but made it structurally more sound.

Sometimes I find myself looking out the window at the bell tower that has sounded for every marriage that began in its womb.  It makes me think of how many people have gone to this church to lay down their burdens and give themselves to a higher power.  They’ve lifted their voices in song for hundreds of years and the collective echo of all those…

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My Studio. Trina Hall. Art. Church. New York. Painting.

Trina Hall Treenuh Yoga Dallas. One Arm Handstand. Stevan Koye Photography.

Some things to know about this picture:

1. Yes, that is me. No, it is not Photoshopped.

2. Yes, I am on a ledge. No, I did not pee in my pants.

3. Right after this shot, I stuck out my tongue at the photographer, Stevan Koye, and I fell and almost busted my butt.

4.  Yes, it was worth it!

Thanks to the incomparable StevanKoye.com for the amazing shot and thank you for not publishing me biting it. 🙂

 

 

Trina Hall Treenuh Yoga Dallas. One Arm Handstand. Stevan Koye Photography.

Yoga According to Treenuh Yoga. Trina Hall. Dallas Yoga. Private Lessons Musicians Artists.

Sometimes we make important life decisions based on what we think we should do.  The “should” can become a barometer for being loved or accepted by others. Much of my life was spent as a purposeful outsider… Never wanting to be adopted into one group, I joined them all. It is like how I can’t choose my favorite color – wouldn’t green get its feelings hurt if I chose pink?

While working in an art gallery and at a museum, I found yoga. Finally, something pure enough for me to want to dig my teeth into. I said my vows, got my membership card and thought of how to best serve yoga itself. I wanted to give people something to look up to… I wanted to be a leader. I wanted to be heard.

So I traded in my vintage hat collection for an ascetic life, trying to free myself from desires and craving.  I cleansed. I purified. I tried to honor what the yogic teachings offered me. Glamour and elegance no longer mattered to me. I wanted to embody the perfect yogi.  As a girly girl who started wearing high heels before she could ride a bike, it was a stretch to stop wearing make up, but I did.

I became obsessed with my ideal of what I thought I should be. My self-esteem was garnered from an external perception and I somehow always fell short.

All this did is isolate me further from my own truth: anything other than following your heart is a form of self-deception.  I was too truthful outwardly to others but little by little, I lied to my heart.

I’ve embraced more of myself – who I am beyond archetypes and titles – and my art is now reflecting my heart instead of my issues.  It’s ok to be in love with who I really am and at the end of the day, I’m the only one who is keeping score.

I don’t want to be an ascetic. That isn’t the key to happiness. Happiness lives in the space. Happiness lives in gratitude… Fall down on your knees kind of gratitude. Find the things that make your heart smile and do more of that. I don’t want to be a part of anything less than helping people remember this. We all know it, we just need to be reminded – everything is cool.

Score one for me – I can finally put on my cocktail dress, open a bottle of champagne and do yoga in my favorite pair of heels. Ok so it wasn’t the most comfortable of endeavors, but you get the point, right?

I’d rather stand on my head than talk about the weather.

Yoga According to Treenuh Yoga. Trina Hall. Dallas Yoga. Private Lessons Musicians Artists.