My Sister’s Wedding

A marvelously accomplished painter has told me the only good feature of this painting is the model’s left hand, which he called the mark of an artist. The rest he dismisses as the careful work of a student concerned with doing well. That I do admit occurs to me as I paint: is that then a fatal flaw? He further scoffs that the sofa looks “massaged.” My greatest failing, I suppose, is to be so awed as to be intimidated to the point that I cannot ask questions to learn more about what he means.

Outside my comfort zone

Still, sometimes having fun is just what you need to try. The Spanish painter Golucho disdained the paintings I brought to show him and the way I have been accustomed to working. He brought over a gorgeous bunch of flowers from the snack table.  I have to admit I loved them on first sight.   “Do this and don’t try to be right, you can be right later,” is what I think he was telling me.  I cannot be totally sure, since I do not speak Spanish and the interpreter does not speak art.  It was fun nevertheless.

Who Will It Be

Selected for the Show, Fruits of Our Labors, at the Atlanta Artists Center.

Not every dream ends at the altar. Nor begins.

I have studied painting fulltime since 2003 and paint almost every day, but I still have plenty to learn. I want to keep deepening my sense of who I am as a painter and what it is that I am called to create.