a gift from someone who knows me very well
A BIG three foot by five foot BRAND NEW canvas is a splurge I would not have given myself so close to Christmas. Who has the time to “waste” painting. I have classes to teach, articles to write, stories to pitch, laundry to do, kids to shuffle around and a host of other life stuff to attend to – nonstop- I am also trying to include the three girls of my friend who recently passed away into our life. The youngest is spending the night again tonight …. hear me clearly, I am not complaining, this is an honor…but it is also a constant reminder. Not just of her sudden departure, but of all the friends I’ve lost- and what I did not do in response then, out of sadness, fear, insecurity and a sense of insignificance
-regret reigns supreme-
this time though
I have been forcing myself to choose love, action, change, growth….
but couldn’t quite find the spark.
thank you. i completely forgot the spark was found at the end of my paintbrush.
While I ‘paint’ and create all week – as an art teacher and writer, there is something entirely different about painting just for me – for the deep part of me that was lost in the piles of life.
“To paint is to love again, and to love is to live to the fullest.”
the first layer of gesso and paint was applied with my terribly neglected palette knife an hour ago
or should I say, “tool formerly known as palette knife.”
It will now and forever more be referred to as The Magic Wand
note, the finished piece will not be gold and purple
I just plan on applying layer after layer until the deep magic has done it’s work
“Painting isn’t an aesthetic operation, it’s a form of magic“