Since January first, I've painted and cut and painted and cut and painted and cut, and today I work on another 4x5" piece that greets me with layers of acrylic, ink, torn-tissue collage, and torn hand-painted collage. Where will I go with it? Where will it take me?
Yesterday I see the transcript of an interview Brené Brown had with artist Nicholas Wilton (I've followed both with no prior awareness that they had a connection!) and this bit resonates:
There just seems to be so much dizzying beauty and stupendous design that exists in nature that it just makes me want to, in a small way, try my hand in making something too. However, none make me want to paint these actual things but they do make me want to taste again some small miniscule aspect of what I had seen or more importantly what I felt. Can I make a painting feel, and that is the operative word, like the spiral of a perfect white shell?
I also rediscover Carol Nelson, to whom I was first directed when I got absorbed in painting abstractions of rocks.
And now, look at this fun piece, finished on the front steps in warm warm January-thaw sunshine!
|Salt of the Earth|
4x5"; acrylic, ink, torn-tissue and hand-painted collage,
and oil pastels on canvas paper