Tweet Two

Twitter Poem: Two squirrels, leaping from tree to ground and back, gathering fall goods. I feel a quiet joy, the rightness of life, past links to future.

Charcoal and Newsprint Fix

I'm still working on figuring out how to get more meaning in my artwork. I want to get to the place where my artwork is meaningful to me and also to viewers who see it. Although I think its better that I just need to get my meaning into it and not think of how others will see it. Lets see, it's not just "meaning" that I'm trying to accomplish, it's about getting to the core of myself, putting more of myself into it. Not just another pretty landscape, even though people like those. Where is my life's meaning in a landscape? Right now it is not there in my artwork. I will find it, though. I've gone back to the beginning in art education and right now I'm working everyday in an 18 x 24 newsprint pad, with charcoal, just working out of my head to try to grasp some inner insight to what topics or images or style of working would be stronger for me.

Need to Be Happy

I was just thinking this morning that everything you need to be happy is already there inside you.

Twitter Poem: Nature's language spoken by orchids: simple forms express shape wildly divergent. Sexy lips of lovely colors shout welcome to all in beauty.

Wow that's bad poetry-hee hee hee.

Tweet Breath of Fresh Air

Twitter Poem: A breath of fresh air, the warm autumn sun bathes my face, a gentle breeze rustles the yellowing leaves. Now I relax in peace. Life is good.

Wildfires

Wildfires are breaking out everywhere. The plains and the foothills canyon are especially vulnerable. Though fires are part of a natural ecology, there are so many houses now in these areas that almost every fire has loss of structures and sometimes people. The world is so crowded. Such a big change over even my puny lifetime.

Twitter poem: So dry, grasses crisp beneath my feet. Touch this unpleasant, mournful plain? Dormant still looks like death. Dream, so, the verdant dreams.

Tweet Listening

Listening to Beethoven and drawing nuts. Life, so ironic, cannot be imagined, only lived. Who can say what paths we do tread? It's all good.

Painting in Washington Park

Slow down, you move too fast... Had the best day painting in Washington Park. "Feelin' Groovy" was running through my head the whole time. (and who do I have to thank for that?) Three wonderful things happened: 3) a gaggle of geese swooped low and landed on the pond, 2) I looked up just in time to see a young man on his knees proposing to his surprised beloved on the other side of the pond, 1) girlfriends of the beloved on this side of the pond shook-up and sprayed bottles of champagne, right into the pond! Still Feeling Groovy!

Art is Broken

I came across Art is Broken many months ago. It makes so much sense and I have been struggling with the questions since. In my studio in front of me at all times, I have posted in large letters:
Why do I paint this subject?
Why do I paint the way I do?
Why should anybody care?

I'm still trying to answer these questions. It's tough, but until I do, I think MY art will be 'broken' and not do what I want it to do. I've tried out every which way to paint, in many mediums, I feel accomplished in working and can do what I want with any materials. But the art has no meaning, it feels unconnected, and doesn't capture people in a strong way. It's like--oh it's one more pretty landscape out there. I mean boring! Then I start to question Why do I care about my art??? I can do it and just enjoy the process, but I feel the need for it to mean something more. I can't seem to find a topic or subject or purpose that continually works for me. So Why do I exist? So if anyone has any comments or suggestions as to how I can better make my art have meaning both for me, and for other people, I would love to hear it!!!!

Art is Broken

I came across Art is Broken many months ago. It makes so much sense and I have been struggling with the questions since. In my studio in front of me at all times, I have posted in large letters:
Why do I paint this subject?
Why do I paint the way I do?
Why should anybody care?

I'm still trying to answer these questions. It's tough, but until I do, I think MY art will be 'broken' and not do what I want it to do. I've tried out every which way to paint, in many mediums, I feel accomplished in working and can do what I want with any materials. But the art has no meaning, it feels unconnected, and doesn't capture people in a strong way. It's like--oh it's one more pretty landscape out there. I mean boring! Then I start to question Why do I care about my art??? I can do it and just enjoy the process, but I feel the need for it to mean something more. I can't seem to find a topic or subject or purpose that continually works for me. So Why do I exist? So if anyone has any comments or suggestions as to how I can better make my art have meaning both for me, and for other people, I would love to hear it!!!!