I suppose all of us have different missions in mind for ourselves. For a very long time (30 years!) I was involved with nature restoration efforts. I did everything from teaching and leading workshops to cutting down brush and helping collect and spread seed. Naturally, I assumed my art should reflect that passion. I thought that if I showed people the nature that was present right here, where they live, they would want to go out into it and want to protect it. What I found was, I couldn’t change anyone’s mind. And my paintings mostly went unsold. Why, I wondered? I began to suspect it was the way I was painting. I was failing to connect with people. My paintings had become dry and predictable, with not enough of me in them.
Then a debilitating illness came along and I found myself sidelined. Even short walks became quite painful, so I’ve had a lot of time to reflect. What, I asked myself, drew me to painting in the first place? COLOR! Oh yes, I remember 5 year old me sitting on the lawn drawing a robin, so maybe a naturalist in the making. But mostly, it was color. How I lusted over those BIG boxes of crayons. You know the ones~ with rows and rows of colors, and a sharpener on the side? Delicious.
For the past year or so I’ve been wanting to change how and what I do, but not sure exactly what that was going to look like. I think, with this one, I’m getting close. I can feel something inside loosening up, like a muscle that has been clenched for too long. “Oh yeah”, my inner child exults. This is why I paint. I still maybe want to switch to oils, but I really like how I can layer in squiggles of color like this with acrylics. I simply wait a few minutes for a layer to dry, and then try a new color on top of it. If I put all of the colors on at once they would turn to mud.
Can hang-gliding be far behind? …actually, yes. I don’t like heights.