Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Beyond the fact that my photos are not yet of good quality, my drawings are skewed a great deal by the repertoire of emotional distress that I am feeling. It seems again I am enduring a great deal of criticism for the content of my art and vision. Certainly people prefer when I draw birds although they must not be the dead variety that might hold their pose. And some of those critics adorn their walls with death they caused through sport. Again as I enter into financial distress, my life, my choices, my art and my sanity are all questioned. Will someone choose to see beauty through all the mire of stigma and bias? I wonder why my chosen path is unacceptable to those incapable of living and surviving through it?
Jordan was passing through town and scheduled herself in for the evening. She is a tiny girl...does that show in my renditions? I noticed as she was clothed to leave this evening just how tiny she is. Maybe, just maybe a hundred pounds. A pale, pale pink I certainly had not achieved in coloring. It was good to draw this evening even with all the mixed emotions blurring my vision.