Monday morning I was folding the laundry, trying to mentally prepare myself for the art chores that needed to be accomplished for the day. Not everyday is a painting day in the studio...nope. Some days are spent making inventory sheets, photographing paintings, uploading photos, editing photos, wiring paintings(my least favorite chore), and hammering sawtooth hangers on. Yes, some days are less exciting than others. But as I was folding William's clothes and organizing my day I couldn't help but SMILE. Because even the most tedious of days in the studio are days I am so very grateful that I CAN be an artist. That God has first and foremost given me a gift that I enjoy sharing with you. And second, that we can afford for me spend my days at home making a living instead of elsewhere simply dreaming of being an artist. So yes, I practice being grateful daily.
I suppose I share this because recently I posted about finding a common thread in your work. How important that it is to find you own voice in your work. And although I paint in many mediums, I try to keep the thread running through. But this round of paintings, well I am beginning to see a new thread appear. Not that this is bad because it's coming completely from my little head. But it's a little different. I didn't see it until he pointed it out. Not that I am painting in a new style or anything. But they have a fresh feel. It's almost like they are stronger paintings now. Does that make sense? They are bolder and have a new confidence about them. Huh....isn't it cool the way life and art can mirror one another? Just saying.