The Journey

A gift in art is the visual history of one's progression.    A look back at one's path. When I first began to play with abstracts.... I fumbled... there was too much freedom in strokes unguided by a firm shape or form to use as reference.  I tried, tripped, set them down, took a step back, then tried again and again... such a beautiful journey.

The allure of art is it can be a glimpse of a world unseen, a world half hidden.  It can relay emotions the viewer didn't know they had, expose the grace another may have thought they lost, move a hardened heart to joy.  My Abstracts very much are composed of emotion, of time, of unspoken thoughts.  I am humbled when another person connects to them... that is such a gift to receive.  

The grace of art, is there is often a gentle brutal clear understanding of one's limitations.  It was in art I realized I was not special, not unique.  That I am just an ordinary person.  What is special is that I get to live, to express, to explore. I get to love and be loved.  What a humbling and joyful realization.

Someone commented they like my new style, these abstracts I am doing.  This person commented that my abstracts are completely different then anything I have ever done before.  And I smiled.  I thought it was odd but ok.

Then someone else said it.... and someone else.... and someone else.  At last I asked a fellow artist about it.  Why is this seen as new?  I always have focused on a single subjects with patterned background, landscapes (usually pulled from dreams) and abstracts. Then I had a thought, perhaps their question is inadvertently encouragement.  Perhaps I have grown that much.... 

So while the repeated question feels uncomfortable, it it inspired me to look back at prior works and to also look forward, eagerly, wondering how my work may continue to grow.  

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