i've been painting shapes and patterns. again. some i like more than others. but when i see them all as a whole they begin to feel more visually cohesive.
when i started moving the brush around and making these grey zig zags i looked up at a rumpled taped magazine page that has been on the wall above my art table for around 2 years. it's of a matisse painting that i found in a doctor's office. and i stuck it up on that wall with yellow tape long ago because i wanted to study it. find within it the thing that attracts me. i've been wanting to recreate it in my visual journal ever since, thinking it had something to teach me. so today i did. finally i did.
and now i am turning mental somersaults thinking of the matisse book from the library i'm going to check out tomorrow and come home and find more matisses to paint in my journal. because there's things i want to know about painting. and i think matisse can teach me.
i'm looking at towels and sheets and pillows and bowls and glasses. my representations of course do not resemble those things when i'm done, but i'm fascinated by the patterns and shapes around me.
and mostly i love knowing that i don't have to stop. i can just keep going. keep sitting at my table in the morning sunlight listening to birds and cats and coffee dripping into my cup.
and KEEP GOING. keep going. keep going.
today when i drove out to the beach and had my taxes by my quirky wonderful tax fellow of the last ten years...he said, "isn't it great to be alive? isn't life amazing? we're on a planet that is whizzing through space...going i don't know how many miles per hour...and"
i didn't want to interrupt and say, 'hold on let me get out my notebook and write all this down!' so i'm a little fuzzy about the part after us whizzing through space, but i really understood the joy he was trying to convey. i really really did. the end.