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.
Saturday, October 24, 2020
Excited
Sunday, October 11, 2020
Like a Rubber Band
So. You try a new style in the vein of someone like Frank Francese, whose quick, colorful, expressive paintings you admire. You learn a little as you try to make those quick strokes and operate more intuitively, but your own style pulls you back like a rubber band. The end result isn’t Frank, at all. It’s you.
You can’t even articulate what your own style is. Yet. You see each effort as a whole jumble of mistakes.
But way back in the inner recesses of your heart, your own style is there, just waiting to be embraced. By you.
Tuesday, October 6, 2020
Flying Above It All
Thursday, October 1, 2020
Strong Like a Rock
More About the Sally Project
I met Sally forty years ago when I was twenty and she was the one in her sixties. I was a waitress at a Howard Johnson’s restaurant on...