Painting where I am. How
could I do otherwise?
I don't think I've
always been conscious of where
I am in my painting.
So much of the time I've used
my mind to think about where
to go to paint. As a plein air
painter I suppose that's
important, but deeper questions are
being raised with that
mode of operation.
This winter, instead of looking
outside for a subject, I accepted
an internal invitation to capture
spaces within my home. As I relaxed
into the idea subjects came to me
without much effort.
Chairs have been a frequent part of
the process, but not an intent. When
I think of a chair it can say
come sit, as easily as it can
speak to a closing departure.
There are many old chairs in my home,
each with a history only partially
known to me. This chair has been in
my family for a long time. Beautiful, although
it's one upon which I rarely sit. And as
much as it has an invitational nature
perhaps I haven't felt quite welcome.
Yet, here it is in front of me.
Meeting me, where I am, in my painting
saying "come sit".