Monday, October 19, 2015
Saturday we invited guests to come back to the condo after lunch for drinks and to continue the conversation and a houseful showed up. It was wonderful, and also revealing. Only a handful of people have visited the condo before, there were more people here Saturday, then there has been in the 6 years I have owned the place combined. And they get a chance to see how we live. One of the discoveries for many was that I like to paint. I do abstract, color work. Nearly all of the art on the walls in the Condo is something I have done. There is also a pile against the wall in my bedroom of work that I have finished and will never put up. I should break then down and toss them. For most of the guests it was the first time they knew that I try to paint.
I painted as a teenger, trying to do realism, I sucked at it. There are a couple of those still around. Near the end of that era I did a couple of abstract color paintings, I loved them, my father thought they were a waste of paint and wasn't shy about saying so. I stopped because I ran out of space and muses. Over the decades I would periodically buy paint and other supplies and dabbled a couple of times in watercolor or other media. When I moved the condo, and I have those long winters here alone when J. is teaching, I decided I would see if I could still paint. My bedroom is large enough to have a work space near the window. I enjoy painting. I like working on large pieces, the current canvas is 24 by 24, there are several blank 30 by 40s ready to start.
We all need to exercise our artistic side. I write for this blog, cook, take photographs and paint. Doing this releases my mind to think differently. I could list the things I can't do, but better to focus on what I can do.