My life feels like chaos at the moment and I find myself unable to concentrate on anything longer than a short story or a poem. The other day I began a painting that was supposed to be a landscape and I botched it. In a fit of frustration, I covered the ruined canvas with black paint and started grabbing colors at random and dabbing them on. This is the result. I kinda like it –it looks like my mind feels right now.
“We don’t make mistakes, we have happy accidents.” – Bob Ross
No new fiction today. My week has been filled with realtors, township supervisors, paperwork and heartburn. I cannot write under the kind of stress I was under this week. However, drawing and painting always soothes my troubled soul, so I escaped to my subterranean lair and picked up my brushes.
This painting is inspired by a photograph of a baobab tree in Zimabwe, taken with long exposure just as the stars were coming out at night.
No fiction today, I need time to compose my thoughts. Instead, here is one of my most recent paintings. This scene is one I pass on my daily walk. In mid to late summer, the meadow blooms with Queen Anne’s Lace and Black-eyed Susans:
And this is the photo I used for reference: