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.
Thursday, September 06, 2012
The process, it's a bitch...
There is a moment in the creation of a painting when it is fresh, virginal, and to go beyond that moment is to turn it into just another old painted whore. This one is not at its virginal prime yet. I managed to stop for now, so I can look at what needs more explanation or refining, without marring the looseness and elan I want to leave on the canvas. Yes, working on canvas again. It's a new world here in the little yellow house, one where there is a real artist in residence. Convinced that this is really my calling, and, with persistence, I will improve and become a minor but evident force in our local art world. Uh huh. Now off the the opening reception of the Salon Show, where the purple cow is gracing the wall. Oh, just get over myself!