Sunday, September 6, 2020

Listen, it’s bad out there. Likely to get worse, too.

So, what then? What now?

I dragged my easel out of the closet, put it in the nook upstairs, on the landing. Some paint tubes are dried shut, no muscle will open them. No muscle will get me back to the canvas, either, but humility might. And then, just a little, here and there. Nothing to show, really. Amateur stuff.

But I am going for the small these days. It’s enough to go at all.

2 comments :

  • John P Korb

    Hi Sara.
    My solution to dried paint tubes is either a pair of pliers or stab them with a machete and seal it up with duct tape. And I don’t know what “amateur” means. I don’t think any of my personal art heroes ever cared about that. In fact I’m sure of it. Paul Klee painted on burlap. Did he care if it went in the Louvre? I don’t think so!
    I do stick figure drawings and my “cultured” artist friends are like wtf? I took a Children’s Art class with Toni Jourard many years ago and loved it.
    Nice to see you posting again. I’ve been tracking coronavirus and our global recovery rate has been pretty solid at 70% rising ever so slightly. I like to look on the positive side if possible. As for our economy… I still don’t like how the big box stores are nearly unaffected while small businesses suffer. That’s kind of where I’m sitting politically, too, so all their literature and adverts are annoying and a downer.
    John

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