Got an idea for some new paintings. 3 portraits : of me, my daughter and my son. Thought this would propel me back into painting on a regular basis but it hasn’t. I got as far as sketching in my face and that is it. (maybe I’ll use it as my twitter/FB avatar!) I’m just not overly motivated to paint right now.
I think back to when I started painting, back before undergrad school. I was married with 2 small children and an absent husband. I painted as an outlet, a way of claiming something that was just me, an identity. Here I am; this is me! The paintings were not that good but they were from an emptiness/hole inside of me. All thru undergrad/grad/postgrad I had that hole. Until lately, until I moved back home and it is strange because I never expected the hole to go away; I thought it would be with me always. But it seems like it DID go away. Is that why I no longer feel compelled to paint?
I am content with myself. I have become who I am. I read, knit, garden, take care of my dog, feed the feral cat next door, enjoy my small sphere of existence. Perhaps, another teaching job with come about, perhaps, something else or nothing. Doesn’t matter, I am content with what I have, I don’t need more.
self portrait: face sketched in with background wash.o/c, 11/11, 20" x 20"
I worry that my children with be ok in their endeavors but I am confident they will be fine no matter what life throws at them.
So, now perhaps, what is happening is a profound shift in my raison d’être for my art. Instead of a hole being motivation, joy and celebration will take its place. I have no idea what those paintings will be. I keep thinking about Matisse.
I am here.