It really feels like the end of days still the sun is shining. My modest 401k has gone away even as the snow turns back to ground. Finance and health aside the stretching days are filled with light. Thankful this didn’t happen in the darkened depths of Fall.
Nature has no emotion, making it feel very cruel at times. The natural world has and will always be my inspiration, the world is a beautiful place.
I am always intrigued by light and the ethereal nature of clouds.
Straight on photo of this painting sitting on my largest easel.
This is the third painting in this little series. The painting is my favorite of the group because I am a fan of interesting mark making and simplicity. Creating something seemingly minimal and effortless is often incredibly difficult. This is where all of my years of painting work in my favor.
A simple little study in preparation for grander pieces.
A small cloud painting that is a bit of a counterpoint to yesterday’s post.
I have never been an optimistic person. In grade school, learning vocabulary, the teacher asked us if we were optimists or pessimists. A girl I had eyes for said, “Oh, we are both optimists.” She was a bit smarter than I was, but as she explained the difference, I knew she was horribly mistaken.
For some odd reason, I am filled with an unrealistic optimism for the new year. I am making my living painting, it’s not easy. My days are only getting shorter, never mind. I have a vision for my work, mastery of my materials. For the first time in my life I know my greatest work is ahead. I am excited to make it.
I hope you all find passion and meaning in 2019.
