People think that after 40 years of pursuing my art, I know all I need to know.
They assume that work is effortless, that is flows forth in a kind of blessed state of inspiration and fluid creation.
I wish this was the case....it is not.
Even now, some days are a struggle, where the brush feels foreign in my
hand and the colours that I once considered my friend become strangers
to be wary of.
Every day is a day of learning and hopefully of growth,
on those days when it is all is too much to bear...
I walk away, close the studio door and gaze at the beauty around me.
Saturday, April 08, 2017
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