This may prove that I’m a complete weirdo but I want to share with you this conversation that I had with a close friend. She asked me what painting feels like when I paint for myself. I told her about the relationship I have with each canvas. From the moment that I pick it up, there is a vibe and understanding that develops between us. Most of the time it’s a mutual need that we both get to meet for the other.
I work on the canvas; the canvas works on me.
I give it a physical presence, it gives me mental well-being.
Yes, I know that personifying a material such as this is borderline crazy loner lol but maybe that’s why I do it.
This life does get lonely.
It gets sad.
It gets painful.
And it gets hopeless.
The canvas is my friend,
and my joy.
Though it sometimes feels as if I have lost much and many, I have found a way to gain most of it back through painting. I don’t wish the feeling of being adrift on anyone but I do wish that you find your thing that brings you a great sense of purpose.
I thank God for what I’ve found from what I’ve lost.