The Struggle that is Painting
June 23, 2009
Dearest Readers,
It never fails to amaze me how somthing that brings such joy to one can frustrate on SO much. My mania passed and now I sit here in quiet contimplation. Not sure if I am on the right track or if I have derailed in some deranged trainwreck. I guess painting is a love/hate relationship, and as of late it has been more hate than love.
I believe that only another another artist can truely understand this relationship in the context of art and the plethera of emotions that acompany it. I guess i could go on and on about each one, but it all boils down to (for me) rage and meloncholy. This, to me, is the eternal that ever artist struggles with and falls within its poles. The mania he or she faces, the battle that keeps one awake at night…..
Whoa this is getting too deep and i am not really in the mood tonight.
Well here it is. Here a few photos of this 6 by 8 foot monstrosity. You all be the judge. Please bearin mind that it is only a sketch and it was realized at 4:30 am in a fury of paint, smoke, coffee, and rage.
ok there are some stupid technical difficulties that will not allow me to up load a photo at this moment.
sincerely,
J
