I’ve continued with a multi media art class weekly for over a year, and just about a month ago had a breakthrough where I suddenly felt that I “got it.” That did not mean anything rare but something in me suddenly blended with the medium of pastel. It began to work. I no longer struggled with the dust, with the making of marks, with my response to what I was looking at as reference. I was thrilled to get to class and every day wanted to do nothing but paint. Of course, I had to do other things, but the shift inside me was radical. I no longer think of myself as a hobbyist…because, I really don’t believe I could live without putting my heart and mind’s inspiration to paper ever again.
By the way, I have a wonderful teacher….and my fellow students are inspiring. Returning to art after 25 plus years of focusing mostly on job, raising family, and surviving the pace of life…is a gift.
Spring is such a time of discovery. Whatever season, my life is like Spring because of the room I now have to till and plant this fertile creative ground.
I did this pastel painting a few months ago – titled Think About It – a charming duo one sees when walking up to the Nelson Atkins Art Museum in Kansas City.
