I’ve made a few prints of my original intuitive abstract art pieces. They are all 8″x10″ and printed on a matte white art paper. I love the way they turned out.
$25 each as is | $7 shipping each in the U.S.
$35 each with an 11″x14″ matt included | $10 each shipping in the U.S.
If you’re interested reply here or send a message to tania@taniapalermo.com
This abstract, intuitive painting is ready for a new home. And a name.
16×20
Acrylic on wood panel with a matte varnish
$160 local pick up
$190 shipped in US
You can contact me by replying to this post or sending an email to: tania@taniapalermo.com
Other images can be viewed on Instagram @taniapalermostudioonmain
“Ode to Sue’s Pillow” and “Leave Room in Your Heart” have both been sold to a private collection.
I’d become attached to them both and it was easier to let go knowing they will be well loved. It was fun to talk to the new owner and hear what they saw in the paintings. It’s often different than what I see – which is something I love about intuitive abstract work. It can speak to whoever the viewer is and whatever they need.
Also – I don’t do commissions perse, but was shown a pillow for color ideas and that’s how the first piece came to be. It was so fun to create and I am very grateful to everyone who supports my art!! ♥
Both pieces are 18×24, acrylic on wood with a matte varnish. Most of my abstract art is shared over on Instagram @taniapalermostudioonmain – I’d love to interact with you there. :)
I take a 24-hour respite from the news but continue to hear of more devastation, loss, grief, anger, confusion. The stories reach me in many ways and play over and over in the back of my mind as I meet a friend for coffee; do the grocery shopping; fold the laundry.
I’ve been trying to write all day and the words will just not come. Or, they will come, full of angst and wanting to start a fight. A friend sends a video of her walk outdoors and tells me the rivers and trees are calling out for me to come walk there too, with her. We’ve been talking a lot about community and connection lately. The one giant rock that looks more like a small boulder does grumble lowly as she walks past, and tells me – it is angsty too – which makes me trust it immediately.
Painting would help, but I cleaned the kitchen yesterday, (my makeshift studio), and need to let it have at least one day of rest before messing it up again. The table has lost its fight and is decorated with splotches of many colors but the floor still has hope it will survive the creativity without needing to be scraped and refinished.
It makes me feel small, the not knowing what to do. Or how to hold onto hope in the face of the suffering I see. Or wanting to make things change but feeling powerless to do so.
I scroll through old photos to distract myself and listen to music and keep breathing and know that I AM small and cannot do much for the far away friend who asks me to pray for her daughter, other than to witness her and acknowledge her worry and pray for her daughter and decide, again, that I will do just that, over and over. Not close my eyes. Witness and acknowledge and offer kindnesses and hold doors open and share the bread I make and sit at the doctors’ offices and watch the friends’ dog so they can escape and recharge, and maybe all these little things will matter. Maybe trickles of light will seep in, grow, and start to take up more space than the grief and despair and the feelings of rage at the injustices done. Maybe any action is better than no action and even though we feel small and powerless we can make a difference. And maybe to believe otherwise gives the ‘darkness’ power it does not deserve.
Today. Cloudy & cool. My favorite to hike in. Years taking photographs, seeking saturated colors & interesting skies, living in the PNW, have converted me to favoring an overcast day. Conversation with a friend. She’s experimenting with her diet. No dairy, sugar, gluten, grains. A disordered part of me wants to join her. I’ve weighed myself recently & saw the highest numbers of my life. My body continues to change & get bigger despite feeding it vegetables, taking it on walks, joining fitness challenges. Another friend texts to say she loves IF. I told her about it & no longer practice. A strong impulsive desire to join her too. The tracking app is still on my phone. A lifetime spent practicing disordered eating. Years in undiagnosed orthorexia. My mental health would suffer if I tried again. Another friend texts to say she hasn’t lost weight post a serious surgery & wants to use my fitness pal to track her food. I feel tired for her. We’ve spent too much time focusing on numbers. Cosmetic outcomes. Too little taking care of our bodies in weight neutral ways. Moving for the sheer pleasure of it. The afternoon is spent searching for the file with the spreadsheets from 8 years ago when I kept track of everything my body was doing. That year I moved towards a plant-based diet. I required myself to walk, jog or hike a minimum of 5 miles every morning. Just to earn the right to exist in my body. An entire year: no alcohol, caffeine, sugar, anything processed. I ran races, lifted weights, felt strong – but isolated, full of anxiety that one chocolate chip would throw me completely off track. Many compliments on my outer appearance, but rarely felt internal peace. I came across random photos while searching for the ‘body file’ & sent one to a friend because she looks glowy & happy. She replies “you are stunning.” I say “we were both beautiful & had NO IDEA.” She says “well, I knew you were, but you never believed me.” I feel tired again: for the stories we believe about ourselves, the missed moments, the constant chasing of ‘life will be better when,’ the not realizing we are lucky just to be alive. And the not believing that we are enough. Just as we are. Right now.
***Note – this was originally written for Instagram and therefore could only have 2200 total characters. I’ve left it that way for consistency, though I know it would benefit from paragraphs and better wording. I wrote it raw and left it that way. ♥***
This abstract painting is looking for a new home. It is often in the photographing of the piece that I begin to see it more clearly. Or, see it beyond what my original intention was and more as what the painting itself wanted to express. Through the lens of my camera I saw the likeness of a person walking forward and pushing through a wall of some kind – and a sort of shadow self of that person just behind. Sometimes I hesitate to share what I see though – because I don’t want to influence what you see reflected in the image. I’m happy for you to claim it as your own and find your own meaning in the work.
11″x14″x3/4″
Acrylic on wood panel sealed with a matte finish
$85 local pick up
$105 shipped in the U.S. / shipping outside of the U.S. can be calculated upon interest
Contact: tania@taniapalermo.com
UPDATE – no longer available. Sold to private collection.
Looking for a new home. :)
This intuitive abstract painting, ‘Tea Time’, is now available.
10in x 8in; acrylic on mixed media board.
$40 for local pick up.
$10 shipping in U.S. ; shipping outside of the U.S. can be calculated if interested.
If you have interest or questions you can email: tania@taniapalermo.com
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I’ve been doing a lot of writing this month. I joined a challenge to write a book – or 50,000 words, in 30 days. It has been in the back of my mind to write about some lifetime trauma and struggle – often started and stopped due to the voice in my head that insists no one will be interested. In October I came across this quote from Sandra Cisneros – whose first book in 28 years was being published – she said, “I’d throw my poems under the bed, like Emily Dickinson,” she said, ” One of the things I learned from Emily – Miss Emily, I should say with respect-is that you don’t have to publish in your lifetime, but you have to write.”
That completely freed me. I never have to share, but I do need to write. Words and memories have been pouring out of me. Each old wound up for re-examination, for feeling and letting go of, and hopefully, to earn a new narrative once I’m through processing.
This painting was made during the first 15 or so days of the writing process. It doesn’t look like my work to me, and I’ve been curious to see what shape it would take. A friend and I examined it one morning – and we both began to see a figure on the right hand side of the piece. I saw an owl, a caldron at the feet of the figure, some hands, and a discarded mask in a corner, and my friend said, ‘oh – that looks like your liver and a bunch of your insides…and that’s your third eye falling off the side of your face looking at the guts you’ve taken out…” We both got goosebumps and saw the expression of the writing process making its way onto the canvas.
The intuitive art making experience is so cool. I did start off with an idea for this work, but it quickly disappeared as I added colors and shapes randomly – and then the painting revealed itself
16”x20”x3/4”
Acrylic and other things on wood panel
$175 local pick up
$200 shipped in US
UPDATE – THIS HAS FOUND A NEW HOME – THANK YOU! :-)
I’ve become attached to having this one hanging on my wall . . . but it’s now varnished and ready to find a new home. It has changed ever so slightly from the previous post so these pictures are the final painting.
All photos have been taken in natural light to show the true colors to the best of my ability.
Acrylic and oil sticks and other things on wood panel. SOLD
18″x24″x3/4″
$230 local pick up
$260 shipped in U.S.
Tania Palermo [Studio on Main] 