It’s been a very long while since I posted anything. We’re well into the New Year. It’s a difficult year for me personally, because I’m nuts and take the madness in our country personally. Painting is definitely what stands between me and a total breakdown.
I’ve started the new year with a promise to move my art into a new direction. It’s one thing to think it and quite another to do it. I can’t explain what it is I hope to accomplish, but more like I’ll know if I see it. Or do it. What I’ve learned from my wonderful teacher, Lola del Fresno, is how to see things. Really SEE them. It’s amazing how long it takes to see properly. Or see or the facets of any given image. The only problem is now I see every painting I’ve done and see the things I don’t like and want to fix them. I tried it on one painting and, naturally, now I don’t like it as well as the original. And I can’t see to get it back.
That happens as a writer, as well. You rewrite it so often, you write it away. I’m struggling to get away from a literal interpretation of what I see. And I really feel the lack of my art education. My background is sorely lacking. I haven’t had any of the classes people with artistic aspirations take in or outside of college.
I always return to one theme. I’m doing this for ME. Not you. Sorry. I’m delighted to have you look, enjoy and possibly even buy. But the effort and time I put into each painting gives me joy. Pure joy. So every painting belongs to me whether it hangs in my home or somebody else’s.