Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Saturday, August 03, 2013
Thursday, August 01, 2013
Sometimes I don't know what the story is. I just like the colors, the
shapes, the brushstrokes, and I don't know why. But then sometimes the
meaning comes to me when I least expect it.
When I have a new painting, I often hang it on my bedroom wall. I look at it
when I'm not thinking too hard. When I don't have a brush in my hand. When
I'm not trying to impose something onto it. At those times, the painting
will tell me what it needs, or I'll see something new, or in a new light.
There was a painting of white pines on the wall by my bed, and the more I looked at it, the more one particular branch looked like a fish. I couldn't look at it without seeing a fish. So I painted the fish into the branch. That's how the whole fish in trees adventure began.