As long as I’m imprisoned, I’m determined to make the best of it. I’m in the throes of a final phase in a very ambitious painting of New York City. The painting includes things I struggle with most: lines, perspective and more lines. Even with a ruler, I find it difficult to draw a straight line! How is that possible, you may ask. Trust me, it’s possible.
I can’t post a picture yet because it’s a gift to a dear friend and former screenwriting student. She knows she’s getting a painting of NYC but no idea what it is.
Painting is so meditative. When I’m painting I’m transported. It’s a glorious feeling, particularly at a time when I have to struggle with not going out of my head because of I’m terrified we’re slipping into facism. I sometimes think there’s nothing I should but paint – and, of course, work to defeat the maniac running the country.
During these extremely stressful times, it’s essential for everyone to find some outlet, creative or in some other way emotionally rewarding, in these incredibly frightening and dangerous times.