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.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Back in the saddle again...
Sometimes I go on an artist hiatus. I never really plan to do this. It just sort of happens, and I look up and say, jeez, I haven't painted in so long. And I wonder if I can still do it. My walls are laden with my work. Surely that should stand as incontravertible proof that I can. And it doesn't because I forget the experience of the painting, and no amount of framed oeuvres are going to convince me. It takes getting out the pastels, taping the Tiziano paper to a board, choosing an image, and beginning. And then, there it is, again. Most of what I hoped to get is there, on the paper. It is an amazing thing, over and over again. God I love doing this.