I love being an artist! I never bore from the constant struggle to find my place or purpose in being "Artist." I really do take it serious. My problem is focusing on one thing at a time. I love to get caught up in my surroundings. In my mind things converge, become one. I constantly think or envision my memories and my imagination communicating with my current experiences. As Artist, I'm also the Translator of this world in my head. I'm not sure I can make since of it, but maybe I can make it something of interest for others to experience.
I think I have the answer to my question, an then something changes my way of thinking. I'm almost there. I think. Not that I'm in a hurry to be there. I'm just anxious to see what's next. I've been wishy washy on what my next work of art will be. I intend to create what I feel the most passionate about. It seems when I get inspired from another artist or from everyday life; it changes my thinking. Either way it looks like mixed media, memories, and my imagination will control the outcome of the body of work to come. It will just have to wait until I get through preparing for the holiday art shows. check back for updates on my current events.
Thank you for reading my ramblings.
This is what I wrote while trying to work through some ideas for a new series of work. Maybe it will make since once the work is complete, or not.
"Do you remember that place?"
Not the place on the map; the place just out of site. You know, over in the corner, or maybe in some inconspicuous spot on the ground, or just above your head.
It’s not an obvious place. Just an area you walked right by. Never noticing how beautiful it was. Maybe it was rusted, corroded, weathered or worn. That’s what makes it beautiful and gives it life.
I noticed that place! I actually look for it. Sometimes I find a new shiny place; full of vibrant colors and sharp edges. I try not to stare. I just look out of the side of my peripheral vision and try to imagine what kind of place it might be.
I remember that place! Everything was going on; my life happened, and that place just sat there quietly waiting for me to notice.
I remember that place! Maybe it doesn’t exist. Maybe it’s not even a place. Ether way I remember that place!
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