Sometimes a piece takes a long time to create, sometimes it never seems quite right and you come back months later and make some changes and suddenly the piece pops into life. Sometimes things just go instantly right… this red bird was one of those pieces. I hadn’t been planning to do another painting, but I’d set out all my supplies, mixed paints and so on, to create a background on another piece. On impulse, I began this painting, and each touch of brush to paper flowed, one line and dot to the next. It felt like meditation, like the piece was already in the paper, just waiting to be revealed.
Being an artist can be lonely, self doubt often lurks, especially at times when the work goes hard. I do a lot of things to maintain my equilibrium, because I know it will be difficult at times, but also that I can’t stop, art is something I have to do, I have to let it flow out of me.
This piece is a landmark of growth, and a symbol of hope and a reminder that I can. I’m so glad it has a home with someone dear to me who will gain pleasure from looking at it every day. Art is a giving gift, and I love being a channel of it.