With Jim being retired and bent on making every day vacation, then my cancer diagnosis, I have neither sought out or taken many commissions this year.
But I recently finished one. Referred to me by my Facebook friends in my former town of Medford, NJ, it felt like a good one to do. A lovely picture to work with, the dog had a sweet face, and the three words they gave me to describe her were, childlike, empathetic and loving.
For a few days, the finished painting graced my studio. The Noodle Stage I call it. Letting it sit in a prominent spot, where I will review it as I walk by. Waiting to be certain, there’s nothing more I feel it needs. Waiting to be signed, photographed, matted, and shipped.
But, frankly, I found myself wondering how that painting got there.
I have a system, a checklist. Drew my sketch. Stretched the paper. Transferred the drawing. There’s even a scrap of paper with color combinations and notes on which combinations would give me the zing I wanted. But did I really just paint that dog? Or did it fall off the brush? Almost as if someone else snuck in, wielded the brush and painted while I vacationed in creative land.
For me, when I paint in the best possible of situations, a shift occurs. Nothing else is there. A life of it’s own, a concentration. A freedom. Dream like. Intuition as to where to go next. Hardly remembering any of these decisions, there was now a complete painting in my studio.
Painting is such wonderful gift. When I looked at the painting I was happy. Happy it felt good, happy I have the gift.
Hoping the wonder of the Season is filling your days with happy also.
“Did You Art Today?”