The eyes of the beholder(s) will not be mine—how can I possibly know what I "should" paint?
As the phrase that has stuck with me from high school Latin points out, de gustibus non est disputandam, i.e. there's no accounting for taste.
I can't guess what others will like.
My part is no more and no less than to shine this little light of mine out into the world. Doesn't matter what I paint. A landscape, scribbles, a still life—doesn't matter.
Have fun, for Pete's sake!
With gentle rain tapping on my skylight, I pull out yesterday's work in progress, along with wax and oil pastels. And I play. I move past yesterday's edge, venture into the unknown, have great fun putting oil pastels on top of the crumpled tissue paper.
|Hanging Out Together|
7x5", acrylic, ink, wax and oil pastels on poster paper with glued tissue paper
tail end of process
|where I stopped yesterday|