The phrase "starving artist" just came to mind. I understand the nature of the expression, but really? Starving? An artist?
In my experience, "starving" paired with "artist" seems like a complete contradiction in terms.
I am continually fed and nourished and fueled and fortified and sated by playing with art. Never has my belly been so full.
If ever I was starving, it was before I picked up a paintbrush, that's for sure.
Today I continue to think about sketching, about painting abstractly, about starting with no external information at all, about creating from within.
When I think of sketching, I usually think of making quick rough lines to represent something I see. Today I decide to sketch without looking at anything, and without trying to represent anything, not even something in my mind's eye.
Not easy; not easy.
But, I'm telling you, art offers a feast from soup to nuts.
4 comments:
I completely agree!!!
: )
I have to say, I'm hungry right now, not having been able to paint for several days and literally having had to take apart my studio.
Happy feasting :)
Thank you! Savoring it all : )
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