| Remembering 1953 |
| Remembering 1953 |
| I live in the woods with my lovely wife of 32 years. I'm at home on disability, but I manage enough to express myself with art, care for the flower garden and take care of our cats and chickens. (Well, my wife mainly takes care of the cats; I'm just something they sit on.) I am like many of you out there in the art world; nature inspires me and challenges me. I am rarely brave enough to attempt to put what I view in nature on paper or canvas. I can't duplicate the simplicity and complexity of nature. Even as I take photographs, I can't seem to capture that feeling I was experiencing at the time. Therefore, I draw and paint. Nature guides me, yet she allows me to explore colors and shapes and wander down trails of discovery. I wish I could put on paper what I see in my mind. Earlier this year someone asked me if I were an artist. I guess my answer was silly, but I said, 'I don't know, I just like to draw and paint.' The Oxford English Dictionary says that an artist is 'one who makes their craft a fine art.' I'm not sure I meet that criteria. So, whether I am an artist or not isn't important. What is important is that I express myself with honesty and attempt to only release my insanity with the end of a brush. |