Friday, December 27, 2013
Pages from my Journal
My notebooks have no theme. I jump from one image to another. Instead of doing all winter for example, there is just one winter page. There is no consistency. I have noted that real artists seem to either have series or image and technique consistency in their work. Also, I dont know what the "use" of these things is. They arent something one would display. They don't hang on a wall. What is the point? I am not sure. I would like to get back to making things that hang, but am blank on that.
Looking through photos of the artwork I have done through the years I realize I have either thrown away or given away much of it. Some even sold. Those I do not regret losing. The others, I sort of wish I kept just as "evidence" of all the work I have done. These notebooks just fold up like a book and can be stuck on a shelf. Canvases take up a lot of space. Probably partly why I discarded them.
But also, until NOW, I never appreciated my artwork or my writing. Having a drawing come to the attention of Bottom Dog Press has made me pause and reassess my life time of work. Curious. And thinking about that has led me to see that I have not appreciated the people in my life, who have woven with me a beautiful fabric of who I am now. My family, my friends. I take everything for granted. My intelligence, my talent, their intelligence, their talents.
Maybe I can change, and begin to show appreciation for myself and for others, for this life I am living.