I am working in the studio, but my energy to paint left me after Savey my dog passed. I am still trying to find my Mojo. So for my next art adventure, I am planning a trip to NY. I want to go see the William De Kooning show at the MOMA. There is so much going on in this one museum I don't think I can concour it in just one day. It excites me though to think I can.
I just have to remember why i paint, not so much how i do it. Or if My work will ever hang in a gallery. And that is because it makes me feel good and happy. Stress goes away and the mind is free to navigate the unknown. When i paint, thoughts disappear and the brushes and colors dance onto the canvas. They go where they choose. its not really me making decisions. The end result is as much a mystery to me as too anyone else. There is some magic in that.
So, I continue on my quest. Self-healing journeys to renew my spirit. I know there is a better me out there somewhere.