I used to stand on the shore in my own life. Some days, I still want to. Swimming in the river of this life is both exhilarating and heart pounding - there are moments where I want to pull the covers over my head and stop being vulnerable. And yet...the more I swim, the better I am at swimming. The more I swim, the more confident I become in my own courage. And the more I swim, the less I think about all the things on the shore that once kept me from going in the water. One day, I will become the water. And then I'll be afraid no more.
About the art: inspired by the shape and color of the rusty steel wreck, but lightly abstracted. Using the requisite 80 million layers of paint, a rubber wedge and a variety of brushes, keeping the paint wet with a spray bottle and allowing it to move. Liberal use of fingers and paper towels.
11/22/2021 04:16:24 pm
11/26/2021 04:36:47 pm
Dotty! You have such a way with rhythmic words...xo
11/22/2021 04:34:54 pm
Yes! No fear. Dive in. Challenge is where the magic happens.
11/26/2021 04:37:18 pm
Carl! You, sir, are fearless in the world. A great role model for the rest of us!
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