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Saturday, April 11, 2009
. . . lost my way?
How can I not be inspired when I look at a picture like this that I took last summer? Line, color, texture. . . what more could I need? Beats me. Yesterday I spent the rainy early part of the day applying paint and more paint to the piece I have started. In the end, after a couple of hours, it was right back to where it had started. . . I scraped everything off. What a waste of time and paint. Or call it learning what not to do. I spent the sunny second half of the day looking for some out-of-print books at the secondhand book store, with no luck. Spring must be here. . . last night my neighbor and I had our first gab session on the porch out back, although we wrapped ourselves up in quilts and blankets to keep warm and we only lasted about an hour. Part of today will be filled with yard work; I don't think I can put it off any longer. And I'll try again on the painting. . . perhaps while I'm doing mindless yardwork, a thought will float into my head on how to finish it.