| Maggie is progressing slowly; graphite, 6 x 8", TMDD Series.|
There's lots of measurement lines and fine innuendos with this Dame.
Look close, you'll see them.
The only place we have ultimate control in our lives is on the drawing or the canvas in front of us.
You know how many years it's taken me to figure that out? For decades, I couldn't--no, wouldn't--accept I had very little, nearly no control over anything. As life hit me with its ho-hums, joys and sorrows at times that couldn't be predicted and were often inconvenient, I gradually got the message. I admit, I was a slow learner. I didn't want to know. I rebelled. I used my art for that and slashed away at canvases saying I was expressing myself--painting intuitively--giving my impressions of what was going on. Art released tension. Art was therapeutic. It took me to another place where I was in command and my command was "let's see what happens when I do this?" Free association restored balance and produced some curious things, original things that were strictly mine.
|The abandoned landscape I pulled to paint on as|
the mood struck. The carefree kid is bound to wake up
at times and want to play.
The knowing, suddenly very clear, is what got me back into my studio yesterday. Ruby is ready for painting in. I have a subdued variations of aqua mixed for Erin's bathing suit. I have a painting to fool around with when scumbling gets to be too much. Like the work I choose to do, I am a work in progress--and that's why we never really finish a painting; our viewpoint is always changing.