Composed

I don't always feel composed.

But a post by Jane Davies grabs my attention, lights me up, and gives me new fodder with which to think about composition.

“Throughout my process of painting, I am engaged in the act of composing. The visual elements and their relationships to one another change many times during the course of creating a painting. The composition is in constant flux until it isn’t. The composition of the finished painting (if it finishes, which not all my paintings do), is an unknown until it reveals itself through the process of composing.”

Life makes a mark; I respond. Throughout the process of living each day I am engaged in the act of composing, engaged in call-and-response, always in flux.

I don't always feel composed.

I am always composing. 

Yes.

The Friend Who Asks to Paint with You and
Drags You into Your Studio
4 x 5.25" postcard; acrylic, ink, oil pastel, and collage on card stock
abstract 2021

Watering and Currying

Slowed down to a four-beat walking gait and headed back to the stable for water and grooming.

Great ride.

The First Time This Happened, I Was Twenty-Eight Years Old
12x12"; acrylic, latex, India ink, and water-based and oil pastels on canvas
abstract
2018

Still in Giddy-Up Mode

Climbed back up on my Virgina weekend horse and gave it free rein again.

Romped over hills, ducked under branches, felt wind whipping my hair back.

weekend canvas, work in progress