So, this trip through my book cases is yielding no end of distractions. Today, I rediscovered a commission that was never brought to fruition. Not by my hand, this time. This was long before I had denied myself permission to make art. It began with a...
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In My Ashes, I Am Forged
It's been too long coming, but it has come. The realization that I feared my art, thus the reason for not creating. There are circumstances beyond my control that contributed to stepping away from the art...and I no longer felt the solace that it had given me in the...
Letting Go of the Work
Here’s something I’m curious about:
Something I Notice Happens…
Something I Notice Happens…I’m painting away and get to a spot that needs a very light hand…pretty thin lines and they need to be precise.
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