
Still Life Revisited/ Black Pot and Orange Bottle gouache on w/c paper 22"x22"
Each day
A small mountain
Is created of my thoughts
Then I attempt to climb it
The artist has only a general idea
About where she wants to go
It's all about "what if"
Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
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5 comments:
Lovely orange jug, lovely words.
and too,
where might i arrive?
there is something about that orange bottle, annell. what could it be? the light? ah, but as i wrote even this i was thinking of when i was a child and thirsty, so thirsty, and we were at the local store which was the butcher, baker, post office, clothing store, gossip corner et all there was a coke cooler that we opened upward and a bottle opener on the side. and oh my, due to the high infrequency of the number of pop i had as i child i remember, oh i remember, the sweet burn. perhaps that is that orange.:)
xo
erin
Oh yes, the what if's. You nailed it.
Elizabeth
i like your thoughts here on being artistic...painting...writing...i can relate to this..
What a gorgeous metaphor. And what a risk taker is the artist!
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