This same stillness is oppressive to my newly graduated son, recently returned home from university with his life put on pause just at the moment his momentum was mounting. His feet ache to race forward, even as mine are stubbornly dragging. Sometimes our feet all stop their nonsense and meet in the kitchen for conversation and coffee. The planets we strained to reach That was how being young tasted... I am no longer young except to those who are older In the way that youth moves along The conveyor belt At a consistent distance - Alicia Jo Rabins, Fruit Geode About the painting: beginning with a greyscale composition, then adding thick layers of acrylic paint directly onto the board and blending with an extra large brush. Spray bottle and water. Then more paint and a fluffy dry-brushing. This one nearly painted itself - the paint knew just where it wanted to go.
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4/30/2020 01:34:37 pm
here we go sodeo, sodeo, sodeo
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jen
5/1/2020 01:07:33 pm
Dotty!!! Raffi! How perfect!!!! To the see-saw side! :) Thanks muchly for your comments on the piece - whoa! I like the way your eyes see....
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4/30/2020 01:53:06 pm
Yes it's magical to see a whale diving into forest. But the trees seem grounded in water so that's logical...or is it?
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jen
5/1/2020 01:08:09 pm
Carol! A whale! Water trees! Why not?? ha ha!
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Carl Stoveland
4/30/2020 03:43:11 pm
I have decided that the pace and the stillness suits me and encourages the muse to visit upon my studio. So even as the world returns to ‘normal’ I won’t return to the noise and pace and stress that we’re mostly self induced. I’m striving ever towards balance and clarity.
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jen
5/1/2020 01:10:38 pm
Carl! This pace and stillness sure has launched your creative work into space! It suits you perfectly. And thank you...this piece made me sigh contentedly - an unusual post-painting feeling. :)
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