Slowly coming along...
Yesterday after a long day of working on Globe 5. Mr. Eleven emerged from his cave. He took one look at the globe and said, "I liked the color better yesterday, why would you change it"? Why indeed! Then he went back into his hibernation.
The truth is I liked it better yesterday too. But that isn't how it works. In order for a painting to have any life, there has to be a dialog. It indicates what it needs and I have to respond. It is not one sided. In fact it is many sided and complex...like a sphere. That is why it is so important to remain open and alert during the process, I have to react to these indications, from the globe, my surroundings, technical knowledge and life experience. My job is to be well informed of possible actions and solutions as well as being willing to take risks. Above all possessing the skill to carry it out.
I know these things. Yet it is a delicate balance and sometimes all it takes is an innocent comment, to send me and the globe crashing into desperation!
But not today.
There is too much to get depressed about to even flirt with that monster! I would rather look at puppies! Be inspired by the willingness of so many to seek a new direction in the face of truly scary things. To be inspired by that, faith. To see the small victories that occur around me. Like a little boy learning how to go number one standing up, for the first time!...(hooray for Angus!)
What I do isn't as grand as peeing standing up, for the first time. But I think it is important. But more important is synthesizing these elements and brave moments. Even if sometimes the color was better yesterday.
and onward we go....