I believe every painting is a self-portrait to a certain extent. The painter leaves not only pigment but the mark of his soul on paper or canvas.
If art is anything, it is footprints left on a journey. By studying what painters and other artists leave behind, one can follow the moods and sensitivities not only of individuals, but of history itself.
Personally, spring could not have come at a more meaningful time for me. Something is breaking loose in my soul and breaking a long winter’s hold on my spirit. The creative force is beginning to flow again.
Have you ever come out of a long creative winter? What do you think caused it? What helped you along the way?
Anne, I have an occasional glimpse out the creative window of winter at a coming spring but then get buried by another blanket of ordinary. I hope you are enjoying your spring and that it blooms to full summer. Me, I hope for a thaw that I know will come eventually.
You’ll get there. There are plenty of seeds under the snow, bursting with potential! Sometimes one just has to stop digging for them and go skiing for a while instead…
That made me smile!
I think my creative winters end up showing themselves in my work. I just keep on keeping on. Some of the work I like the least seems to find itself in another’s hand as a treasure. Go figure. These tulips are absolutely wet and wonderful!
Ain’t it true? And some of the most intriguing work from the artist’s point of view sometimes gathers dust. Maybe it’s waiting for another century.