… with my thoughts. I am a slow thinker. Not mainly because I don’t have the capacity to think fast. It is just a little crowded in there so each new spark of a thought has a hell of a job to get to the finish line. And when that happens everybody left and I have no one to share my thoughts with. Title of …
Picking up the mood
In my last post I wrote that I paint the dark. That was before Christmas, now it is a new year. The winter solstice has passed and I am letting the light and color enter.
What’s the weather got to do with it?
Pitch black outside the window. Daytime, grey sky. The nature vaugely showing of a distinct color. The cold air leaving skin and lips in a pale purple tone. Everything outside is turned down. So what do I paint? Lavish green landscape with bright red flowers and orange, yellow flower buds full of promise! Colors madly running over the canvas. Nope. I paint what I am …
My feet
I walked on the streets of New York My feet touching the common ground of others It doesn’t matter what face we have, what color we share we all have to pick it up what we leave behind Good or bad it all comes around