yes. a couple highlights here and there, softly, softly, yes, and then the below painting will done. sometimes i need to see it photographed, see it smaller, to know what it needs, what it's missing, what it's thirsty for.
the rain is here and it is dark. but today i'm thankful for it and not anxious for the clouds to move off. the bad weather brings a great many blessings sometimes- unforeseen. entirely unexpected.
today i'll stretch more canvas and line all those sweet virgins up in a row. i'm so drawn to large-scale painting right now. completely. anything smaller than 44" x 38" feels too small. not enough land. i need a large expanse of white to spill my oil on and slide and smear around, wrestle inside of, ache and moan and yell and beg.
i've had such a heavy influx of ideas lately. excited and fast and steady. it feels beautiful and i am grateful. the fertile land of fairy-tales, Alice in Wonderland, Cadaver Dogs, The Bloody Chamber, and my very own notebook have been good ground for me to stand on. i am surging. and these short days don't supply me with enough good light to cater to all my ideas and leanings and cravings, but it gives me time to sit and read and write and play inside my own imagination. and that play is where all these wonderful wants and concepts have sprung from. it makes me re-think my new year's resolution... maybe instead of a drawing a day, i'll read everyday. something new, something i've always wanted to read but didn't or couldn't. it's just such a deep, beautiful well and has always broke my mind wide open: reading.
writers have always made my life so much better, fuller, deeper, more sincere, more thoughtful, more beautiful, more.... MORE! i'm thankful for you- all your hard work and struggle and the resistance you display to the dumbing-down, fizzling out, cynical onslaught of cultural laziness and lethargy. i am indebted. quite. and so i do my best work for you in return. beyond era or circumstance or recognition, i do my best work for those who inspire it and for those whom might be inspired in kind.
2 comments:
I love hearing about your process. It was very fascinating to hear me say that you need to see your work photographed to know where it should go next...I think I know what you mean.
I almost never write poems by hand--I need to type them to see them onscreen, in their typeface.
Artists need eachother, this is true!
yes, i've become so used to typing things out here on the blog that, a lot of the time, my thoughts seem more fluid when i'm pounding them out on the keys. my journal is fairly scatter-brained. ;)
we totally need each other. art given and recieved, back and forth, back and forth, in all its gorgeous forms.
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