Hello, almost spring! This winter was an exploration for me of a more abstract body of work. My urge was to work organically ... making one thought, then another.
I remember the days of my youngest "students" - preschool and kindergarten aged children. They really were not the students, though, but rather they were the teachers.
I watched them unfold their thoughts one step at a time. Enjoying each mark. Not over-thinking. Sometimes working so briefly their work looked like a modern stroke from a famous conceptual contemporary artist. Other times, working so long their work was a soupy ooze from corner-to-corner.
Sometimes when the soupy ooze would drip to other parts on the easel, they would continue to paint the drip on the easel. All the while really only watching for what happens to the paint being pushed by the brush.... never watching the paint being pushed for a goal of satisfying an expectation of a potential viewer (the parent or adults in the room).
The biggest gift at that point in my art life was the gift of being lucky enough to watch their process. Now, finally, at this stage, I feel a true freedom to "make". Why did it take so long?
If you want to come by for a conversation, please, do! If you want to make art but have a few fears, please, come and sit and watch.
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