Another visitation of the windbreak & hedgerow theme, this painted late last night after I got in from work, school & errands and after I’d *not* studied as I wanted but had instead tended to a task that *needed* doing. I find myself feeling far from the peace that this scene seems to exude. I feel like I am falling into a vortex and beginning the windup to an out of control spin…
But one thing I’ve realized from painting is that what appears on the paper is somehow inside me. Or, perhaps, that I have access in some way to it. I feel at times that what appears on the paper flows through me from someplace else, that I’m “channeling”.
Still, if I have access to it to channel it onto the paper you would think I would have access to it at other times, right?
Something to try to remember.
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