How scary is that…
It is so scary, you hide them anywhere you can, and deny they exist. The occasional friend sees them, then the day comes you can’t hide them anymore. They are the strangest things, in my minds eye of self they are so far from my persona, that they shock me.
I don’t know how it started or when, but as a child my Aunt Loretta, painted a painting that hangs in my mom’s home near the stereo, I would stare at it for hours as I listened.
My love of music and art seems to have been born, during the afternoons of escapism into sound with that image being the focal points of my mind’s eye.
I love each one of them, they are a part of my soul. I never know when I will paint or how many and it cant be a conscious decision when a piece is finished, it is an unconscious decision. If I pick the brush up in a conscious effort to fix or amend a piece, it never ends well.
I have reverence for my art, it is a gift, it is a hand guiding mine.
Not any easy thing to do put your art out there, one questions themselves continuously. In the past work was something that was physical and hard, the more tired, the more the financial reward.
Keep painting, keep hiding them. There is no way they could be any good, they come to easy, they are too simple. People will laugh, they are too simple, but are they. How can simple strokes evoke such beauty, maybe it’s me, maybe I am the only one that sees it.
This is so scary, lol.
I hope you love them as much as I do.
Each has its essence and a vibe.
I hope they make you smile.
