It's kind of hard to start blogging. To me it is like writing in your diary and then letting your mother read it. What should I say? What shouldn't I say? It has immobilized me these last weeks, but I decided, "SCR.. IT", I'll just start! (See I took the word screw out because I was afraid you wouldn't approve.) Oh, well, I'll just start.
Discussion at Georgia Galleria
The other night I lead a small discussion about my work at Georgia Galleria in Vallejo. The point of the talk was what was going through my head when I painted a piece called "The Election". I started it before election night, and, as results came in, it got darker and darker. I knew it couldn't stay s.... brown, so I worked it to a livable shade of purple with some light that offered hope. The discussion moved on to whether I plan my work in advance (I don't), and whether I pay attention to composition and color (I do). The evening was gratifying that others were interested in my work.