|Collage on painted background on matte board,|
I've only begun my latest online class, and already I'm wishing I had it in me to be able to just paint. If I'm not working to interpret a lesson, loosely or not, or looking at other artists' work for inspiration, then I'm empty of what to do with paint on a substrate. Guess this is another way of saying that "conversation in my head about not yet finding my own voice" is back for a visit. Have to remind myself, yet again, that I'm just doing all this to learn, that there are no have to's, no competition, and no rush to get wherever. But still...
I see a lot of work out there that looks like it was done with a lot of freedom, a lot of unleashed movement, a lot of letting go. I'm still holding back. Although I am exactly where I am...which is really the only place I can be now.
Big day in town tomorrow ~ my first trip in a month, and I won't go again for another five weeks. So far this schedule is working for me. It has become rather nightmareish the last few years, driving into and around Eureka ~ there are so many bad drivers and too many cars on the road. I don't know how people live in metro areas and drive all the time. I couldn't do it anymore; I feel blessed that I don't have to.