The road to authentic art is through the self. More specifically, it is through the heart, not the head.
Feb 13, ‘15
Brilliant sun today along with high winds and low temperatures. It’s almost noon and the high temp so far is 9 degrees. The best thing about the weather today is the brilliant sun. Today is a good example of what it’s meant by ‘wicked bitter cold.’
I worked in my sunny spot this morning. Albert left his warm bed and came with me where he found a spot in the sun and went to sleep on a pile of paintings I’m working on. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I spent an hour or so working on the painting at the top of this page, a painting I’ve titled Unknown Clunker.
I probably started Unknown Clunker when I lived on South Lake St. I love to do drawings of flowers, leaves & stems and it appears that I attempted doing a painting, as well. Sorting everything out in a drawing is mind-bending. Sorting everything out in a complicated painting is overwhelming. But, since I don’t exactly know what this painting is about, my imagination is free to create possibilities and that’s what I’ve been doing. Working on this painting has been like driving down a road in thick fog. I can almost make out a landmark, but not quite.