mixed media painting and thoughts on stuff.
Busy weekend hit two canvases. Actually the culmination of two weekends. Feeling more and more at ease with the acrylics. First one is "Back to the Garden" second, "Some things Go On" back to the Petty lyrics.What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
-- William Wordsworth
A fellow artist once told me that we'd never paint
anything as beautiful as the written word
when I read this poem, I know he is right.
Back to feeling overworked and under-appreciated, like half the rest of the world. But, painted all day. Created some nice work on my own time and feel really good about that. I feel like every girl gets a little closer to what I'm trying to achieve. Starting to put polymer gloss on the pages. Feeling the value, the need to preserve. So I've got to be going in the right direction artistically. Now if I didn't have to spend half my life going to school and work, I really might get somewhere as am artist, but I do feel like I'm moving in the right direction. Maybe getting just a little bit sassy about it too. Took a chance on a far out hair color and loved it. Hopefully moving toward individual style. Night....
I changed this. She is broken. I love the word broken, it says so much with one word. My girl has been broken, by life, a lover, a family member or a circumstance. So, like the song, what becomes of the brokenhearted? Do they heal, and if they do, what heals them? Time, anger, work, love or space? The swirling lines suggest questions like these. Where do you go, which road do you take to get back from broken and lost?
"Walls"
I love pink, pink skies, pink icing on cupcakes, pink fingernails and toe nails and pink mist.
Say hello to Uncertainty. Taking a stand is tough. Especially when you stand alone, and the stakes are high. Letting go when the costs are steep, and you know may live to regret it. But how much of yourself are you willing to give, blindly, to someone bent on self-destruction? So you get angry, you get frustrated, you get sad. Then you are made to feel badly because you had the nerve to express your own feelings of frustration. 
