I am partial to cats, circles, and half circles, when feeling sort of off or not quite right I always revert to areas of comfort such as painting what seems to come without frustration. Nothing like having something started to work on, even several somethings now and then.
Who doesn't like him? Seems to me there is so much passion in his work, not just the amount of work, but what the paintings speak to the viewer. So a piece of Klimt designed fabric and a bit of my own work and there is a feeling there, maybe not so much passion, but in a way yes there is passion also if only for compostion, and color. If you feel that stirring in your mid section and it has to do with paint, then what else could it be but passion.
At least I am going to claim there is, the difference between excited and boasting. It isn't often that I do something I really like, sort of like, or feel Ok, and I didn't really like this at first, but I like the faded face.
This is digital art, fabric, paintings, hand written words, in collage. So excitement and good feelings.
For the time being I also used it as my cover on Facebook.
The Smudged Look, for some reason java script won't let me do a title,
will see when I do a preview. Painting has been slow, working slowly, just fussing with the work a bit, mostly evening painting. trying to leave some old habits behind, noses and lips less defined is what I have thought about lately. Also seems I have lost focus, art motivation is oneof the most fickle things. Frequently I can regain some focus by attending art shows or visiting galleries and I did that but then that faded also.
Because blogger is not acting quite right this morning, I will post the photos and not write a lot.
Today I was thinking about faces and people I know, thinking of how a shadow can cross the face without there actually being a reason for a shadow. I have noticed that they eyes seem to act as an awning. Seems like the eye lids are a shelter that protects our feelings. The face can actually darken just as it is when a cloud passes over the sun. So it is with this face, shelters and awnings that protect a vulnerable time.
Acrylic with colored pencil and bits of paper.
While gardening I was thinking about the neck, mostly becaue I had just looked at my own and it seemed to need some pressing. Also I think of them because I am never sure how to paint them. Light and shadows have a way of confusing me, that is why I was looking in the mirror. Mirrors don't lie.
I wonder why the neck shows signs of age, maybe not before legs, legs have a way of looking quilted.
The neck has a lot of stress, gritted teeth, straining, giving you a stiff upper lip, and keeping your head straight. Maybe is it just telling me all that it has been through.
Tracey Lawrence sings a woeful song about time, a story he must know something about or couldn't write such.
We all have a story and a mere change of words and the song could ours, we cold hold on to the refrain for the stability or the uncertainy. The art work changs also and there are times I would like to capture what I did two years ago and it is gone.
Days are also more complicated now, if you experience that you know about loving the change, but trying to find you're more settled self. The garden is an old thing but still complicates things as it ia have to being also a want to. I would think with an adult mind that doesn't alays feel very adult it would all work and it does, but time marches on.