Tuesday, May 18, 2010
A Stolen Day
I have taken those colors into my appointing out of the apartment. Now the goal is to take the forms and sights into my paintings. But rather like looking for arches it is difficult to look for creativity. I have done all the "tasks" connected with painting. I have the canvases stretched and the sizes of them marked out on my sketch pad. I have gone through those pictures among the thousands that stand out in my mind and printed them out in 5 x7's to inspire my sketching.
Now it is time to center myself and find the arch when looking for something else. Time to breathe. Time to see the forms within the forms. The goddesses hiding in the walls. The forms within the splash of color boldly displayed by a cactus on the desert floor. That takes a stolen day.
I have but one task to complete this day and it is early. Then it is home and into the studio to commune with my muse. I don't even plan to wash the dishes. I am boiling eggs for breakfast and two extra to go on my spinach salad for lunch. A repast quick and easy that does not interrupt my thoughts. I will not answer either phone. You did not see me here.