His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly die ed and he did not know whnd en it was brushed or marred. - Ernest Hemingway
I started another painting today...
In the beginning, I didn't have anything in mind so I just grabbed a paintbrush and paint and went crazy on the blank canvas...
Squeeze some paint here... here ... and here..
Move paint brush this way... that way... down.. up...
After 20 or so minutes, I left my room to clean up...
I focused on washing my brushes and myself while I let the craziness in my room settle down on the easel.....
When I returned to my room, I put my supplies away.. and wait... I did a double-take on what finally settled on my easel....
I stared at the piece and developed an interpretation of what Past Alice was trying to say....
The meaning of this new piece hit me hard...
I started to ponder on why Past Alice drew this...
And I discovered a new side of me...
And a new perspective to Past Alice's problems...
Even though it did not solve my issues.. this new thought enlightened me.
I'm not going to show the painting just yet....
I know that if I display this interpretation and self-revelation along with the final artwork.. it will create a bias audience.
For now, I want most of my pieces to have a neutral stance so that the audience can develop their own perspectives.
Cheers,
Alice
