Wing Sight
aqua media on vellum bristol paper
9 x 12
gestural marks . . . scratches, sweeps of paint, staccato dashes, stabs or swirls . . .
what is my mark? what is yours? are we aware of making them? should we be aware?
do they change with mood or with the material used? can i be identified by my mark? do i want to be . . . ?
questions, questions that lately plague -- the more i know, the less i am certain.
the more i paint, the less i feel confident about -- maybe that's a good thing
drop the confidence and feel the work in wrist and arm, in elbow and shoulder
to let fly with color, to find sight when blinded by ego
make one mark, make a thousand
listen to the brush, to the empty space that calls
taste the light
a leap of faith, a dance through minefields . . .
Recommended Readings:
The Demon and the Angel: Searching for the Source of Artistic Inspiration
Meeting the Madwoman: Empowering the Feminine Spirit
