Mar 25, 2010
how quickly
i am deep inside one of the maid portraits this morning. oil sliding sliding sliding. i have 3 big canvasses in the final stages that have been waiting patiently for my attention for almost 2 months, breathy sigh and all. i took a long break from my ladies because i realized i was putting too much pressure on them, on myself, to be something they aren't. and so, with all these weeks of drawing, thinking, writing, reading under my belt, i'm seeing them again as they are, as they are meant to be, no pressure, no assumption, no expectation, no ridicule, no mean spirited judgement. and so i go and blend blend blend their skin, their dresses, their aprons. they sigh and whisper under the brush. they bend and nudge and allow their nuances to be found. such love. my lovely ladies. beautiful beautiful.
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I love to hear this. It makes me happy. I am zero art these days. Writing is too intense for me to stop. I love Blackland. Always each and every incarnation. It makes my life feel more complete.
love,
Rebecca
thank you, my sweet friend. i know for sure it is a land you know and have roamed as well. that is a great comfort to me.
and i love to know that you are writing writing writing, rolling in that tall black grass. such a beauty.
I love to read about your lovely ladies, Angela and to hear that they are stirring into new life.
thank you, elisabeth. i had to let them go (or my ideas about what they should be) in order to come back and finish the paintings. i painted long and hard on one of the big oils yesterday and i felt amazingly good about what i was doing the entire time.
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