Husband said "it feels a little heavy around your ribs". I replied "well, maybe I feel a little heavy around my ribs." And thought about how so many people miss the fact that good is not art that replicates reality as closely as possible, but that has feeling in it that is transmitted to the viewer (not meaning to say that he didn't understand this, but as my work as gotten better at replicating reality, it seems the natural progression to try to perfect it as much, but I enjoy letting parts of a work stay...chaotic). It wasn't until I grasped this that I felt free to even try to create art this way. I started with letting go, just brush strokes on the page. Then slowly I started to get a feel for light and color and shapes and proportions, but because I just start to see it, not because I was forcing myself to. If a brush stroke in the right place or with the right temperature started to really look like something, well great. If it didn't, I don't care, it's being guided by my emotion at that moment.
inevitable post-painting mess...
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