A reader presented an idea this morning. She asked if I would consider incorporating some of my paintings into the blog and talk about my process. I’ve touched on it in some earlier posts, but her question stirred something else inside me.
I took this with me out on our morning’s walk just ahead of a storm.
Was there more to tell?
I breathed in the icy air, drank in the stunning visuals of my day-to-day life, and remembered.
Her question took me back to my beginnings here in Truchas, and to reminisce about the profound, deep, affect it has had on my painting. I realized there is a story I would like to tell, about this muse that birthed a whole new way of expressing myself—inspiration that, in fact, changed who I am as an artist.
This story will require more than one post, several in fact. I’m going to lay out my transition from realism to abstraction, the art form this ancient village birthed in me.
In the meantime, my Kelee is dealing with almost no snow on the ground, a situation he’s not happy about, while dear Finn is loving it.
But as I look out my window, it has started to snow.
Love to you all,
Jeane
glad the reader asked this, I would like to know more on this too. also glad you’re off to do fun community gathering 🙂
Me too, Terri. I’ve started putting it together. Was hoping to publish something on Friday, but we’ll see.