When all was said and done, I had this cheerful piece that now lights up my whole kitchen with happy vibes. My poor kitchen wall has so many holes in it from switching out paintings, trying them on, selling them, replacing them, and dropping them and denting my heater below, and so on.
Sometimes you don’t know where you are going – in life or in a painting, or when driving, or cooking or in raising children. And all you can do is just keep taking one step at a time, and eventually the next move will reveal itself.
In this way, I am experimenting with my work, whenever I can, whenever I am not painting for assignment or licensing, or commission. I just.want.to slather the paint on and slap it around, and see beautiful colors! With no idea what will happen next. This is the origin of so much delight, and so much frustration, and the only way to grow as a painter, for me at least.
I am practicing stopping. To stop asking the questions – where am I going, what am I doing, what is next, what is the big picture – if only for the moment. And for that moment, trusting in this.one.step.