Before What’s up, what went down:
major in life and training in university. At first I did a lot of cute doodles, which, over time lead me to the genre that interested me most, portraiture, candid portraits of people going about their business. I relied on my camera and worked primarily from the photographs I shot on the paparazzi sly.
After finally finding my niche, Donald J. Trump was elected President and my interest in art dropped to a
rare sketch. Painting was of little interest. My head turned. My country was in trouble. Where they had never interested me before, Politics became a priority. Keeping up with various news sources, writing opinions to various legislators, reading all the books
being dashed out by politicians, political analysts,
Historians and journalists took my time and turned off
It wasn’t his issues I disliked so much, as it was the man
himself who made me gag and step from center right to
center left. And then the pandemic descended upon us and
knocked the country totally flat. Never was there a darker
time in my memory. And it’s still with us! However.....
Either I’ve adjusted to turmoil, or I’m tired of it? I think
tired. I’ve had enough. I’ve started to draw again more
frequently in the last few months. Self portraits mostly
in the last year to the degree I am sick of looking at myself
in the mirror, but as the weather warms and buds begin to
open on the trees, I have started to make plein air plans. I’ve
cleaned my studio. Washed brushes. Swept floors. Cleaned
paint tubes and palettes. Restored order. I’ve set up my easel
on the patio in the back of the house facing Hillpoint Wood.
Outdoors, I’m feeling upbeat after four years of glum. I will be
even more upbeat after my second COVID 19 inoculation
tomorrow—so energized, I may even blog again?