Another spigot on a warm dry CA day.
A few posts back, I left off talking about things I've learned about myself while painting almost daily for a year. I said I'd talk about ego later. Yikes, why did I say that! OK---I'll try to be very honest, (my ego wants me to lie.) My ego seems to be tied to the moon. One day it's embarrassingly large, like a child's, another day I disappear. Painting at this steady pace, a rhythmic pace, seems to drum over my fluctuating ego; it pushes it to one side. My ego wants to linger in the light--tell me I'm great, or linger in the dark--I'm nothing but a nothing. Reality is, it's another day--turn off your mind and paint! I've found the constancy of painting, effects the ego like Prozac effects wild swings of emotion. I guess that's a good thing--but there is a deadening feeling--I can't go on pushing my ego aside----which brings me back to the first most important thing I've learned this year of painting--that is, I can't paint everyday!
Watercolor 7"x 7"
$120 matted / $160 matted & framed
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