...down by the beach. It even offers a bench on that lowest branch. "Have a sit," it says. "Stick around awhile."
I was a nineteen-year-old university student when I met Sally, a white-haired, bandana-wearing woman in her sixties. She was pursuing an MFA in painting. She was so exuberant about creating art that she inspired me to decide I would become an artist, too, once I came closer to retirement. Forty years later, it’s time. As I climb an intentional learning curve in art, I share these posts to keep myself accountable. May my efforts inspire others the way Sally inspired me.
Monday, December 30, 2019
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
Shouldn’t I be working?
I really should be working.
But it's persimmon season!
Okay, three versions. Now, time to get back to work.
Monday, December 16, 2019
Who Says Cali Doesn't Have Seasons?
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Caught
Favorite Tree Watercolor on Arches 100% cotton w/c paper |
Between a realistic approach vs. a simpler, more expressive approach.
Between an idea of how I wanted this to look and, to paraphrase Frank Conroy, that "pure idea" destroyed by "impure reality" -- in this case, my lack of skills.
Between wanting to stay on this learning curve and wanting to abandon it because, now that I'm trying harder, it seems like the art gets worse instead of better.
And so it goes.
I've encountered this phenom in my writing life. Why should the painting life be any different?
Sunday, December 1, 2019
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