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.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Healthy pride, coming up...
After learning to be all humble, like, God does the art, not ME, my therapist thinks I should now take pride in the art. Well, I did this in about 20 minutes yesterday (black paper, it's a real time-saver), just because I had the time, and I was tired of diddling with another image, and, as usual, I was sure I would not be able to get my conception on the paper, but, lo and behold, there it is. Art is so elusive for me. I get lazy, don't want to lay a palette or drag out the boxes and boxes and boxes of stuff, it all just seems so overwhelming, and then, there's THIS. I did it to be a companion piece to my tiger, and these, I will never sell. They are to absolute epitome of the divine process. I am thinking now of doing a wolf, too. Such nobility in our wild creatures. I just want to honor their beauty, and love my own gift, the one HP gave me, and honoring it, honors Her, too.