I was recently talking with an acquaintance about my penchant for envy, and while I don't spend long hours drooling over others' possessions I do have small moments of jealousy when someone has been particularly successful or rewarded - I harbor a secret desire for fame and fortune. I'm very grateful for the wit and wisdom that I possess, I consider myself a jack of all trades and a master of none, adept at many skills and well versed on a variety of subjects. Do I blame my short attention span, or is it some greater flaw, (perhaps my lack of patience,) that prevents my success? Do I lack the due diligence to complete a project from beginning to end, or am I too quick to judge a life that is still forming? Have I set such high expectations that frustration is the only fruit of my endeavor?
Since I have recently returned to oil painting, I seem to experience moments of clarity. Paintings, like life, are representations of things that are not tangible; the way light filters across a stream or pathway is palpable, but these moments of beauty pass while we try to recreate them. Life is a journey not a destination. The painting process takes skill and personal mastery of subtle nuances. The effort to place a three dimensional image onto a two dimensional surface will face inevitable obstacles including, but not limited to, those of size, subject, skill, and resource.
In my pursuit of happiness, beauty is a constant muse, albeit elusive. Spring and summer flowers continually delight through revolving seasons, and Winter glamour mezmerizes. Stroking luxuriant fabrics, bold damasks, and sensual velvet provoke near ecstasy. Visions of grandeur or delusions as so wittily captured by Carrie Fisher. (Yes, that Carrie Fisher.)
Since I have recently returned to oil painting, I seem to experience moments of clarity. Paintings, like life, are representations of things that are not tangible; the way light filters across a stream or pathway is palpable, but these moments of beauty pass while we try to recreate them. Life is a journey not a destination. The painting process takes skill and personal mastery of subtle nuances. The effort to place a three dimensional image onto a two dimensional surface will face inevitable obstacles including, but not limited to, those of size, subject, skill, and resource.
In my pursuit of happiness, beauty is a constant muse, albeit elusive. Spring and summer flowers continually delight through revolving seasons, and Winter glamour mezmerizes. Stroking luxuriant fabrics, bold damasks, and sensual velvet provoke near ecstasy. Visions of grandeur or delusions as so wittily captured by Carrie Fisher. (Yes, that Carrie Fisher.)
Painting: Young Man and the Sea by Hippolyte Flandarin
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