The world breaks into the studio to steal the optimism. i shut a door. board up a skylight. but there is a way in through my brain. sometimes i cant stop thinking about the horrors and i get swallowed up.. everything is broken. broke. ugly.. and soon my strength is gone and my paintings of Eden become something else. and yet i want to see the beauty. this great gift of life. magical. sublime. fragile. worthwhile. Someone posted a picture earlier on FB of a Cezanne still life.. beautiful and radical.. and piercing my soul as an artist.. this is why i paint!. So i shut the door and then i open the door. sometimes despair. sometimes an Eden. i paint to live in my time. the studio is my world.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 19:40:30 +0000
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