Favorite Paris photos

Can an old dog learn new tricks

I wrote my first blog and I felt like I was taking my first step ( of course, I'm too old to remember that). I realize that I have much to learn regarding this impromtu art form. My husband asked me if I was on drugs. I think it was the swoon into color thing. Too reminicent of our pseudo hippie days in the 70's. We weren't really that dirty or that drugged out, but we made the attempt. I digress. I pulled a true-spaced-out-artist-moment when, after a lovely glass of wine on my front porch (with the soft breezes) I googled myself for the fun of it all and discovered that I was, at that moment, supposed to be at an art opening of my work. Luckily, It is a group show so I am not the only one that has to show my face.

Mapping my mind. My mind sinks and swirls and swoons into colors. As I sink in, a distracting detail occurs. In some paintings more distracting detail occurs than in others. Have these paintings lost their focus or is the focus just diffused that day?

To understand the mind of an artist is to realize that the artist doesn't have more tangent thoughts than other people, he/she just acts on most of those thoughts thru her medium. The thoughts are bursting out of our heads, so we need to express them, because more are on their way.