During a visit with an artist friend, I took note of this canvas leaning against her wall. When I asked her plans for it, she said she had none as she prefers to work within a smaller frame. She then offered this blank vastness to my imagination.
While she made dinner for us in her outdoor kitchen, I set up my easel nearby. Inspired by the ominous sky in the east and the setting sun casting shadows from the west, I began painting color onto its white. The beginning of a composition looks, well, elementary as evidenced by this photo. But with tenacity, shape takes form and beauty results. Art reflects life. We begin a task that appears elemental in light of our efforts. But as we put our hands to the hard work, our skill set develops. And as we persevere, what emerges is reward beyond imagining.
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AuthorGrowing up the oldest in a household of six children and raising four of my own, I felt grateful when time allowed for a bit of quiet. But, somehow I never quite grew accustomed to spending too much time alone. Solitude and creativity are synonymous if productivity is the goal. I confess, it requires acts of discipline on my part in order to live creatively. The decisions I've made over the last several years, both professionally and personally, work to free up more time for my writing, drawing, painting and other artistic ventures. And the sacrifices I've made for this quieter, creative life are well worth the effort as I grow to enjoy a solace that produces outcomes from long-held creative dreams. Archives
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