Downtown Lowes KY pastel |
How could something so
obvious have escaped my awareness for so long, especially in view of all the
introspective navel gazing ruminating I do? I was struggling with an old familiar problem,
comparing my work to that of other contemporary artists and coming up
short. While they’re in major
galleries with exquisite landscapes or bold contemporary non-objective art, I’m
in my studio drawing and painting buildings, and barns, all very pretty and
often rather graphic.
I was standing there,
letting the water wash away the soap from my hard lean body (Hey, I can dream a
little can’t I? After all, it’s my
narrative.) When it came to me…what I want to BE, and what I want to DO
are not always the same. Until then I had never thought of it in
such direct terms.
I would like to be the
artist with work in fine galleries, sought after by collectors and museums, and
receiving national and international acclaim. But even if I possessed the necessary skills to pursue such
a path, that is not what I want to do.
I like painting my landscapes and barns, and I enjoy the urban
architecture and the built environment.
Something within me reacts to the elegant lines of the architecture or
the gritty texture of an abandoned building. When I see a cluster of buildings behind a stand of
protective trees – an island of a farm
- surrounded by empty fields under a large sky, I imagine the lives of
the farmer and his family and their hopes and dreams past or present. Although unseen, that is what creates
the beauty of the landscape and gives it meaning. I imagine the same in the abandoned buildings and empty storefronts,
thinking how they once sheltered the people that passed through their doors. The
places I paint are so much more than the stuff of which they’re made; I see
them as an extension of the people they served, or continue to serve. They deserve to have their portraits
painted.
From my earliest days
as an artist I thought of myself as a storyteller.
King of Ice Cream watercolor |
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