I often wonder what it must be like to not love art… to not love creating. I can’t even imagine it. People seem to think i am part yoga hippie,part crazy cat lady, and part health nut. I have no idea why people think I’m a health nut. I had a raspberry danish, two cups of coffee, a glass of root beer, and a large handful of m&ms today. The other descriptions are pretty accurate i would say. A day of fun for me would be a few hours at the flea market, another few hours painting in my studio, and another hour or two doing yoga and belly dance.
I was thrilled to spend a few hours in my studio this weekend. As I worked on a couple of paintings, I found myself asking, “Why do I love art so much? Why do i long to spend all the hours of daylight in my studio, sketching, gluing, painting…
I haven’t figured out exactly how to answer that question. But i decided (for once) I would not judge every stroke, and second guess every color choice, and worry if my paintings would be good enough, or if they would have anything worthwhile to say… I would instead simply enjoy each stroke, and notice the juxtaposition of colors and shapes. I would just get lost in my paint and let my brushes speak what is in my heart.
These are some close-ups of the series i’m working on for my living room. I love the way paint and canvas unite to make the most interesting patterns and textures from the close-up perspective. More to come i hope. Happy Monday!