Life continues to be busy. I wish I had more time to post and share things with you. I've been working on a lot of cool stuff. I wish I had more time, but time escapes me. Like trying to sculpt with sand.
Maybe it's my lack of willpower to resist pinterest and facebook.
Maybe it's just the dissonance created by the messy, shrieking, please-excuse-the-mess realities of life.
It's hard to be creative, it's even harder to share that creativity.
So it's time to climb back on that pony and keep on keeping on.
Insert mindless cliché here.
Back in the beginning of the year I chose the word Grow as my word for the year. Little did I know that instead of growing as an artist, I would be growing as a person. When we're kids, we have growing pains. My daughters complain that their legs ache. Sometimes my youngest wakes up in the night and I have to massage the pains out of her legs. Adults get different sorts of growing pains. The internal sort that cannot be so easily massaged away. I won't go into the details, we all have our own problems, needless to say, mine are not unique.
So here's a photo of a painting I've been working on.
I'm interested in the interaction of earth and sky right now, the horizon between the two. I've been studying clouds, and I'm hoping to do more sketches of them. Sometimes my work seems so hopeless. Real artists paint every day, sketch every day. Spend hours on their work every single day. I dabble, but it's the best I've got.