Art for me is always an internal struggle of how do i put on paper what i see so clearly in my mind's eye? Yet, like many other things, Art is also the thing that gives me the most pleasure. I sometimes forget how happy being creative makes me...
And like all conundrums, art is either when i am most alone or most integrated into community. Alone in my head, in my studio, in prep, or embraced in a group class, workshop or trip to a museum. Bouncing ideas and questions off people who's opinion you value.....
My latest work seems very alone.
January tree seems to be cold and apart. And yet I see it as waving to my son as he drove past it one January morning on his way to Wisconsin. And whats more alone/apart than an apple outside of the bucket?
Artists see differently.
isnt that great?
