We all get in a rut - not sure I’m in a rut or simply working too much and not living enough.
I wanted to write and attempt moments of gratitude. I think it’s good for the soul, especially those of us “glass-half-empty” type of folks.
For starters, my painting has come to life again. Maybe you don’t think so, but as long as I do, that means everything. Being an artist all my life, this is important to me. So I have to be thankful, for Wednesdays - that’s the day a magical group of artist assemble under the direction and organization of Marjorie Schlossman. We are The Plains School of Abstract Painting. Today, I was reminded to keep a simple palette in mind, and stick with it. Not easy, for a color freak like myself. So I stuck with the advice, which is rarely bad, if ever. Painting, near complete is noted below. And with art, my own mom is finally embracing abstract art and hanging a piece in her home.
Most of all, I’m happy that I’m enjoying the process of creating art.
47 Years Old - time to get serious with my art
Finally Mom appreciates Abstract Art - this piece hanging in my mother’s home soon.
Another amazing portion of this week, was a trip with my two brothers. Damn, I love them. They know that, but do they really know? I’m thankful that we all got to take another trip together, as it doesn’t happen often - This trip, to St. Paul and see The Who in concert. It was nothing short of excellent, with a full orchestra to support the aging rockers. Last time we all saw the Who together was around 18 years ago in FLA, Miami Beach, I believe. A blessing of a trip and we stayed at a kick ass hotel in the Saint Paul Hotel. Met lots of cool people.
Well, I have a longer list, but the kids are home, making a bunch of racket…so, To Be Continued…