Deep Thoughts?
Do you ever look back at the people you've known and loved, and realize they don't exist anymore? Not like they're dead, but like the person you knew them as longest, or most intimately, is not the person they are today. I think the days I feel the saddest are the days when I miss a certain someone or group of people, only to realize that it's not them I miss, but the memory of who they once were. It makes me realize just how transitory life is.
Today's been one of those days, which has sapped my muse and my ability to paint. I wish I was one of those artists who could turn the anger or sorrow into a spectacular work of art (especially since I have a lot of both just below the surface!)... but alas, my muse feeds off happy thoughts, and my paintings tend to be happy paintings. Go figure.
On an up note, I just now looked at the work I did on the newest painting last night, and I REALLY love it. The face and hair have far to go, but (hopefully) the hard part's done. Maybe if I take a hot shower I can convince my muse to work on it just a bit tonight... just a bit... *hopes by saying "just a bit" that my muse can be tricked into working for hours, since that's how it usually goes...*
Today's been one of those days, which has sapped my muse and my ability to paint. I wish I was one of those artists who could turn the anger or sorrow into a spectacular work of art (especially since I have a lot of both just below the surface!)... but alas, my muse feeds off happy thoughts, and my paintings tend to be happy paintings. Go figure.
On an up note, I just now looked at the work I did on the newest painting last night, and I REALLY love it. The face and hair have far to go, but (hopefully) the hard part's done. Maybe if I take a hot shower I can convince my muse to work on it just a bit tonight... just a bit... *hopes by saying "just a bit" that my muse can be tricked into working for hours, since that's how it usually goes...*