Pushing paint around, stirring feelings, responding to emotions.
“Less green, more orange in the grass.”
“Move the moon a bit higher, and fewer stars”
Brush feeling a bit stiff, a gentle touch needed now.
Sunlight rakes the tree tops, not much longer till dawn.
The porch light, a gift of yellow
Yet the paint will not sit down.
Confusion is setting in as the moonlight fades.
Paint smeared on the stirring wheel,
Should go home now
When will I get a full moon again?
I love the blue of the sky and purple of the street.
Headlights add interest and tail lights add color.
I really nailed that red pickup
Rain predicted for tomorrow - speed up!
I use to be able to capture a scene with ease
Guess I’ll fix it in the studio tomorrow...
Taking in the world around us while placidly tuning out the noise of confusion and accepting who we are with joy. Smiles and tears are all part of art, and submerging a subject with colors of emotions and experience. Voices past and present are always with us as we paint. The noise of confusion distracts as it creeps back with each bit of progress, doubt is a seed ever present. The road trip through ideas and knowledge is a rough one as a painting grows. Even a scene I see every evening on my way home from the studio still gives me problems…
