Today is one of those days that I don't know what to write about. I have written on four different topics and they sound so hollow so I delete and start over. I think I am feeling pressure to write something good because this blog is getting noticed! I got a lovely tweet about it and I am still swimming in the glory. But I don't know if I can handle the success. Maybe I am one of those creatives who thrive on despondency.
When I did this painting 'Ethereal' I was really sad. Sometimes I play sad music when I don't know what to paint and it works every time. But I can't work like that for the rest of my life. It really drains me. It's not healthy. This painting is of a very bitter sweet memory, a tragedy, that is why it's beautiful. (These small images don't do justice to my paintings which are so amazing on canvas. Luckily the State of the Art online gallery displays larger images).
Unfortunately I don't know what the future holds for this wonderful, creative, yet-undiscovered artist.
(By the way, I recently entered my pieces into an international art competition and I was not even shortlisted! Are they blind? Am I blind?)
Tomorrow I ll write about the real artist: my little girl. She paint with me.