Endy asked, 1) Why do you paint?
2) If there was one event or thing you could effect in your life (past present or future) what would you pick? (Would it be simply shaping something a little more thoughtfully, differently or actually a change
I have always been an indindividual who sought an outlet for what mulled inside the little noggin. Writing was(and remains) a passion that I believe I just "came with"...I found an ease with pen and paper. That my words were solid. Heard. Real.Painting was something. Something that I dabbled in. Yet, never really ventured in as anything serious. I compared what I created with those that are incredible artists. I spent much time, green with envy. Wishing I could paint as those I admire. I wish I could sketch like Escher.
All the wishing in the world will never make me an Escher, an O'Keefe, or a HeartSong. And then something clicked inside. I didn't have to BE them. When I received an absolutely beautiful painting in the mail from Judith HeartSong, I was mesmerized. Lost in the colors, the subtlty of the hues...and the eyes. A painting from her Light Series, which represents so much of what is in my heart and the mind, all captured right there.
...through her mind her art her driven emotion and abilityto express...
As I sat one night in my little studio, I caught myself staring at the eyes in this painting. For whatever reason, it was as if Judi through her mind, her art and her driven emotion, had the ability to express all that was inside.
That was it!
I know it would appear to be something simple. Yet it wasn't about someone else's art at that moment. It was screaming out, It is just what you have inside, like the pen for me, just a different medium.
THen I began to paint more, and with intent. Not just throwing paint on canvas. Each one has a meaning, to me. Whatever anyone else reads from the paintings, is even better. Yet I can tell you the song on the radio while I was painting that particular painting. I can tell you the weather. Each petal in the big sunflowers/daisies, each has a personality of their own. Each with an expression of their own. Some centered, grounded, some askew.
They are a part of me. Its the seeking of another outlet. A new medium to put thought out there, just not with ink and a formed sentence...through hues and lines. Similar, yet different.
I began painting ear
ly, yet I do not acknowledge then. I place more acknowledgement on the current/most recent, there is a life to them now. Before they just were....They just were. I let judgement of "others" stand in my way.
A pattern of me. A vivid history of allowing.
A sense of breaking free of th elables. Free. Now I venture out into that abyss. To take a step up from where I have been, to go beyond, and accomplish something new. That is why I paint.
The longer question is the shortest answer. :D
I wouldn't change a thing. I lived through all that I have for reasons. Some I can explain, some I still seek. Yet I acknowledge all my experiences. I have no other choice. Then was then, I exist in the now. I can't change choices I made or what I allowed, yet I do have today and the next day. I have no regrets. I have no wishes of yesterday. If I were to change then, my today would not be here. I wouldn't have what I do currently or what I may be headed for in the future. I find some strange comfort in this notion.
Peace!
Jo
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