Little did he know he was penning what would become a frequently-invoked and highly-valued stock family sentence for ending any kind of missive when one reaches the point, no matter how early in the game, where there is nothing else coming to mind.
And that is all I have to say.
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| I Can't Change Where I Come From 3.5 x 5" postcard; acrylic, pencil, collage, and pastel on watercolor paper abstract 2019 |
11 comments:
Ha ha ha. Family quotes. Gotta love'em. First thought on this was tracks in the snow. But we are having a major storm so don't go by me. LOL :) Love it Dotty. Makes me think of camping, and trees, and fresh air :)
Love love the card! Blues, tints of yellows black accents and scribbling along with bits and pieces of inspiration! What more would one want in a small card. And that is all I have to say!
Sheila, it IS fun to think about family lexicons, isn't it?
Thanks for your interpretations of this piece—I'm continually fascinated by the way representational can show up in nonrepresentational, by what might be expressed subconsciously by an artist, by the gift of a piece's potential to reveal something to each viewer.
Carol, thanks for sharing what caught your eye. Your enumeration lets me paint the piece all over again color by tint by contrast by scribble : )
Touché with your closing line!
Like Carol, I love the colors in this card. I’m having a problem with what I see, though. Your title is “I can’t change where I came from” and what I see in the right side of the picture is two eyes and a frown. :(
(LOVE that you used Stuart’s infamous quote!)
Joje, first, I knew as I was writing this post that you would appreciate Stuart's infamous words : )
I had fun with these colors—my starting point was mixing up that grayish green, inspired by the turtleneck I was wearing. From there, having no choice but to paint "where I came from" in the moment, I expressed myself wordlessly through color, marks, and texture, responding moment by moment, without any intention of identifying what appeared in front of me on the page. It wouldn't surprise me if there was a frown somewhere in my psyche that found its way through my brush.
Speaking of frowns, please be amused that I wrote this whole response one time through using Safari, forgetting that it wouldn't publish. Seems fitting that that mishap took place in writing to you, given all the times you've have trouble posting your comments!!!
Fitting, indeed!
I love the painting and the story! Bye!
what a gorgeous postcard! And that is all I have to say. :)
Simone, glad the painting and story struck your fancy!
Thank you, Jen, and I'm glad Stuart and I have given you a tool for life!!!
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