I can’t find anything on my shelves because they grab, prod and remind. They are constantly reminding me of Leonard Cohen biographies, poetry, PMS charts and a few schoolbooks.
I am reminded how heartbroken I can be and feel loss more acutely. When something means more and more, then discover it is lost; it hurts.
There is a fear in the depth of despair.
From shape to shape, the natural and machined, bend my eye. Nothing escapes the attraction of curve, fluid mass and void.
Even though imaginative color is applied by you, the beat of a hand touching paper goes on.
The artist never stops to admire a “perfect sketch”, because none exists.
Restless minds cave to desire.
Thank you for every message, kind words and encouragement. The surgery went well and am now home recovering. (https://www.spine-health.com/treatment/spinal-fusion/acdf-anterior-cervical-discectomy-and-fusion)
While in my hospital room, the first thing I did was grab a sheet of paper and a pen. Even though the sketch was not up to my standards, the pain-free experience was. My right index finger still has a little numbness on the very tip, but everywhere else is back to normal.
Not having created any art for over a month has been difficult for a variety of reasons. Because illustration is one of my means of speaking, I felt mute the entire time.
Let’s see what is in store tomorrow. I want to challenge myself, but I want to be realistic.
Thank you again for your well wishes and warm comments.
I have a backyard full of hostas. They are in full sun and shade, marked by the variegated and non-variegated versions. I like them for their ease and how they fill an area with green. Plus, they are a living sculpture to watch, as they move in the wind.
To dream in soft, wisps of cotton. In light, air and shadow. Who have you touched and tied in thread?
Above the light. In shadow.
This is Ozzy and has been with me since he was 7-weeks old. As a Blue Heeler, his job is never done and has more energy than the sun. In fact, I am not certain if he actually sleeps, but my wife has observed him with eyes closed.
There is an intelligence with his breed that most dogs never reach, which makes training him a task. In fact, I can’t. The vet says, “all really intelligent dogs are difficult”.
Oh yeah. He’s difficult. He reminds me of me.
An interpretation of shape with color is what your brain understands it to be. Is it?
Is it a cutout from opacity.
This is my safe place for mind and art. In this place, nothing invades unless I allow.
You may not see it, but I do. I remember the threat of more rain, a wet seat and muted color.
Lines here, lines everywhere, but Saturdays are best.
The Louisville Free Public Library hosted a Harry Potter party last night. Neither my friend Kathy nor myself knew about it, but were thrilled with the discovery. Even though I didn’t attend, there was plenty of time to see the exhibits and sketch the main entrance of the library. The curves, candles and discovery almost got the best of me.
It is very cool to have such a fine piece of architecture this accessible.