High Winter Perfect Time for Painting
A new discussion on what " High Winter" means to us. It is now February first, so we can begin to see some light in the early mornings which is interesting and very welcome. Painting is a pull this time of year, I get interested again. After the holidays in December, I get anxious about what is going to excite me next. Planning is an obcession, and I become irritated with myself and wonder how to come up with something new and exciting. Ideas fly around the atmosphere in my studio and in my living room where I sit in the morning with my cup of coffee. The artist's way to deal with irritation is to paint. That is the bottom line. Sometimes I read alot when the paintbrush doesn't find a way to begin. High Winter comes late January, and the clock ticks warmer light : It begins to think of Spring. The birds seem happier too. A bright red cardinal and the chickadee's are spirited around the seed dispenser, but then, so are the squirrels. My body feels more like moving now. I want to get up and do a yoga routine, if I could just paint, it would flow better. Tomorrow I promise myself the table will get organized, and I will do a study. I am turning a corner this year with my art. I wanted to do something really different, so I signed up for a class in oil painting, and the instructor it is said, is a very likable guy. That may work to carry me through to St Patrick's Day, when all hell breaks loose for the Irish. The spiritual breakthough for the Irish begins in March where purportedly, Saint Patrick himself banished the snakes from Ireland, and the people began to laugh and dance. Hah ! the imortance of the tales my Grandmother told me as a child released my pent up imagination from the time I was a very small child, and dreamed dreams full of color and stories. I shall paint my way to St Patrick's Day now that it is High Winter and light begins again.
Labels: artist, High winter, Irish, light begins again, Painting
posted by SuziSez @ 3:51 PM
