People are given names at birth. Cities have names as do countries. Ever since we began having our own children and it became our responsibility to give them names things changed for me. It was as if suddenly names and their inner meanings were possible clues to who a person or a city was to be. I am always surprised when I ask someone upon meeting for the first time and I ask them what there name means and they are at a complete loss to tell me. It makes me wonder if they know who they really are and what they have been called to do with their one precious life.
This drawing available here.
I have been working on new drawings and devling into my late 40s Montgomery Wards catolog to cull out wardrobe details. I still want to paint women with books in their hands for the reminder of the power that books have to open up my life to deeper meaning and greater connections. I prefer to work with these old catologs because they give me a connection with the past. The old photos remind me that my story began before I was born and will continue long after I die.
I was thinking of Balthus when I was working on this one and added the cat in his memory. We have two cats that live with us in our house. They do a lot to make our rooms extra cozy with their wise lounging.
Detail from painting of the Virgin by Botticelli
In my studio I surround my self with beauty. I need to make a nest where I can be creative. I look at a lot of contemporary art work but I also look to the art of the deep past. I need to keep throwing hooks into the past and dragging it into my own time as a means of keeping a connection alive. I am continually reminded that the story of my life began a long time ago and will go on long after I am gone.
Some times I feel hopelessly old fashioned and irrelevant. This can happen when I flip through a recent issue of Art Forum magazine. Getting through one of their articles can be like trying to eat a bowl of cereal without the milk. There is all kinds of crummy thinking that can stop up the pipes of an artist. I have learned to push those negative thoughts aside and go on painting. When I begin to paint I enter a world where the past and the present are mystically joined in one fluid continuum and then I'm on my way again.