Enjoying the Ride
Indoors and outside I enjoy drawing and painting. This addictive and contemplative activity is my creative ride. To be that little kid: the surprises and accidents of sloping around with a brush, pigments and water on paper teach me to be present, appreciate the accidents and accept what is. Puddle-blotches, subtle bleeds, soft to hard edges, colors against colors all evoking shapes, rhythms and balances engage me to no end. I am grateful for many quiet hours engrossed in painting no matter the final result. Mostly I am grateful to be alive.
The white of the paper is the underlying surface-light. When layered and stained with shapes, textures and strokes this purest of colors informs and reforms my world through the illusions of clouds, skies, trees, shadows, sunlight, etc. My painting process is an unending dance between planning and improvisation, abstraction and realism, exuberance and restraint - prediction and surprise. Behind these is the felt passion, the energized brush stroke, the path of the line and sense of movement over the paper's surface - like the saxophonist's spirited fingers pressing the keys to reveal breath's celebration in tones, harmonies and rhythms to fill the audible silence of the universe.
The finished painting often eludes me so I paint in a series until I'm "close enough". Like learning to ride a bike, I just get up from the fall and do it again and again until I get the feel of it - peddling, balancing and the destination together moving me closer to that clarity that only the heart knows.
"If the angel
deigns to come
it will be because
you have convinced her,
not by your tears but
by your humble resolve to be always
beginning to be a beginner."