it is cold and blue this morning. shivers and frozen breath. the steam coming off the top of my coffee is bright white.
the first thing i saw this morning when i stumbled out of bed was the big oil painting i worked on almost all day yesterday. what a beautiful sight to behold first thing! it's weird- that might seem like a really egotistical thing to say about one's own work but, the maid portraits in particular, feel like other beings to me... like recognizing and appreciating another person's beauty. i don't mean it as a self-congratulation at all. when i look at them i want to just do my best. slow down, listen, be attentive, and move in the direction they point. it's a series of work that comes and goes and works best when i don't try to make them move in a particular direction... actually, all my work is kinda like that. and it isn't intuition so much as trust. a call toward belief. faith almost. a chase.
i need more coffee.
2 comments:
I always like your works.
I always want you to be as you are.
respect art.
coffee is the strong substance.
;)
you put a very big smile on my face.
"i always want you to be as you are"
thank you for that. :)
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