Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Friday, September 07, 2012
I got an idea from the paintings I saw at the Center for the Arts last night, when my cow made its premiere on a foreign wall, to let my paintings be more primitive, less finished looking. So, I dippy-dabbed away and then quit. Some parts of this are as they were when I first put brush to canvas. Some have been refined, but only minimally. Don't know if that is okay, just know I like the looks of the finished product, kind of edgy and less sentimental. And these horses are not beautiful, though they have these windblown manes. I think they are elegant though, with those long, long noses. Some non-local color here and there, it all just seems to work in a less futzy, more artful way. I think. Oh, hell, I just like it.