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My work is the fruit of who I am. Does not matter if I like it or not, I am an artist. It comes from an intrinsic need..it is my imagination pulsing to come alive... I create an image and call that the essence of my soul and allege that it is just enough to explain everything else in my whole life. Now at this stage of my existence, I am far away from the time when these things may caused me embarrassment. What? An artist? What do you mean by that? I mean an artist, just an artist It is simple like that.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Five Hours Had Passed

So. Five hours has passed today already and I did not do anything. I went back and forth in the studio and spread books and paintings all around. I took a charcoal and tried to call some birds on a blue turquoise covered with a light yellow background that I have being working on for two weeks now….I had the impression that I saw three birds and I tried them in white…nothing... I went then to organize my cabinet and found more books, lots of material that could be in  used immediately and some cards… I came back to the table covered with the open books's joy..found a delicious orange humming bird flying...  went to get all the oil painting material... answered a phone call and lost forty more minutes. I did this, I did that and nothing came about…
My well is empty, that is what it is. I cannot paint, because I am not settled. I am overwhelmed with life in these modern days. I feel sorry for my poor mind which cannot rest enough. My sleep patterns are horrible. I drink too much caffeine. There is no peace….Ok! Right now I want to leave this blogging behind and just jump for the next thing…..The afternoon is coming down gently. I will add some music to the occasion and try to comfort myself, I will spend some time listening to me…..painting…..drink more water and paint...pampering my inner child.

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