The scritch and friction of an old brush I haven't used for over a year.
Visual surprises on my canvas.
Drips of ink.
The tactile satisfaction of smoothing a piece of collage in place.
The patterns my body traces in space as I move through my studio while painting—an ephemeral companion piece to the one on canvas.
The sanctuary and solitude.
The collaboration of mystery and magic.
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| free canvas #2 8x10"work in progress |
10 comments:
Your expression of the time spent in the studio, your feelings, your actions, the physical and the emotional, all are things I also experience but have no words for. I am so glad that I can feel and see you in your studio, the light coming through, a brush in hand. I see contrasting combination, blues and oranges, tactile and smooth, paints and pastels. I can also see a storm brewing!
Carol, thanks so much for the music of your comments and the specifiity in your annotation of visual content in response to my words and canvas : )
You are a poet and an artist! I really like the movement happening in this piece...I can almost see your body tracing the patterns...
thank you and thank you and thank you! I always love when I tune in to the movement/dance of my daily actions—the choreography of preparing a meal or doing laundry or painting or shopping for groceries and so on : )
Wonderful description, as always, Dotty, and I love the softness in this piece. Banner is AWESOME!
Hey Laurie! Thanks for stopping by : )
Banner comes from a 100 layers of paint challenge that stopped right as you see it at about layer 23. I knew to stop and haven't regretted it once.
I could sit and watch this sky for days.
Awesome! Thank you, Sheila! Music to my ears : )
You know you are a poet, and you proved it once again ;-)
I love your description of painting, it is a mystery, and indeed, it feels like coming home.
Simone, thank you for your kind attention to my poems, which I think of as word paintings. I'm glad that my description resonated with you.
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