I’m working on a new painting called “Stepping Out”. The image came to me weeks ago, before I realized that I would actually be “stepping out”. But for me, this is the way with drawing. My soul knows before my mind or my hand. Anyway, a few days ago, playing with texture, I overworked the ground before it was dry. There was a yucky rough spot on the surface. Throwing caution to the balmy breeze, I experimented with a strategy that I had not previously considered when painting - wet sanding with a fine sandpaper. To my delight, the rough spot easily smoothed while at the same time offering some effects that I liked. See photo. I don’t yet know where it will go from here, but in the midst of sanding, for a moment, I uncharacteristically stepped outside of the process of sanding long enough to realize that this might be interesting to someone other than me. Later, considering this moment, I realized that I have had a lifetime habit of putting one foot in front of the other without considering whether my actions may be worthy of noting or describing to anyone else. In fact, I have generally viewed attracting as little attention to myself as possible as an effective means of maintaining my freedom. I don't know if this is a general characteristic of the pre-social media baby-boomers like me or, instead, a trait specific to introverts.
Either way, I have decided that to blog successfully, when going about daily life, I must continue to cultivate the awareness to step outside of a moment long enough to determine if what I'm doing may be of interest or use to others. So, in a way, this blog is a “multi-level opportunity”. Writing down the episodes of my journey, I will share ideas and images that seem to want to be in the light. Though I forgot this past weekend when we spent the day perusing the merchandise of myriad Quartszite vendors, I will not give up. I will keep trying to remember to take and ask others to take more photos. My days won’t appear to change much. Only my self-awareness will increase. Doodling, sketching, and painting will continue. Walking Henry, cooking dinner, answering email, appointments, minding the gallery; life will go on as usual. But in this blog, I will open a window through which I will peer inside my own life in the same way as you, an outsider looking in. You are welcome. Opening a window of your own, perhaps you’ll reply. My sincere thanks to those who already have.