A LONG, LONG TIME AGO, I dabbled in oil and came up with this small painting of a portion of my grandmother's crazy quilt. That patterned piece a little off center is a piece of my mother's wedding dress. We never thought anything of the rendition and it was hidden deep in a cupboard somewhere until the big move when Tim came upon it and claimed it. The other 2 larger paintings I did long ago found their way to the Goodwill Collection Center.....they were class assignments in high school and not worth keeping around.
|painted on half of a postcard|
|I recall the feeling when I drew the shadow on the column.|
It was an Aha! moment.
|Drawn on a tiny scrap of paper|
|It was in October that we arranged to spend a couple of days in the Sequoia National Park and got caught in a heavy snowstorm. I, in my Birkenstocks, without a jacket!|
I wonder where our urges go when they disappear?
"Very few people possess true artistic ability. It is therefore both unseemly and unproductive to irritate the situation by making an effort. If you have a burning, restless urge to write or paint, simply eat something sweet and the feeling will pass."Fran Lebowitz