I have been pushing myself into new and uncomfy realms of endeavor. I'm not so sure what I think of the work itself, but I continue to feel that I'm going in the right direction.
I found an art group in Anacortes that has lots of room and tables to paint on so I feel like I can go back to painting in the large. For a month now, I have been pretty much painting what I see in front of me but I feel that real artists can paint the ideas out of their imaginations. Yesterday, I drew a little cartoon in my note book that I carry everywhere. It was extremely rough and awkward but I liked it anyway. You can see where professional artists beginnings are not as smooth as one is accustomed to seeing them.
In Fairhaven, in the cafe at the bookstore, there were some figure paintings that were interesting and active but without faces on the figures which I find disturbing. The paintings all sold so I figured there was something to them. And its probably what bothers me about my paintings. They are static. I went to the mall to do some action drawings, which was really beyond my capabilities to draw fast enough but maybe with practice...There you are- all my so fascinating thoughts on why I like blue and yellow.