I got a nice, heavy box full of painting junk from Dick Blick yesterday. LOADS of new colors, and only two of them mildly exploded in transit. My problem now is that I want to use ALL the new colors AT ONCE. Actually, that is my second problem. The first problem is that I can't seem to paint anything I like. I think this is post-Irene nonsense. Hurricane Irene devastated Vermont. My home state. The state to which I hope to return. The photos and videos I have seen are absolutely heartbreaking. Here is a picture of my mom inspecting some minor road damage:
Yeah, I said minor. And here are two pictures my dad took of Route 4 in Killington:
Unbelievable. I feel so helpless, being so far away. Last night I thought I would be able to paint my way to a happier place, so to speak, but I ended up painting over the same panel twice because I didn't like how it turned out. And today I am going to paint over it again. My head and my heart are too stunned by all of the devastation. I have been knocked off kilter, and I can't paint. Bleh.
But today at work I was typing the bio of one of our artists, Tabby Ivy, and her artist's statement totally resonated with me. If she weren't a friend I would steal it for my own. This is what she said:
"I have come to welcome the calm that comes to my life when in the midst of creative expression. Oil painting has become my vehicle to convey on canvas a mood, scene or thought that broke through the everyday to touch my soul. The end result is often a surprise, but if successful depicts a truth from within."