It felt good to see all of the work hanging, and to talk with people about my process. If I learned one thing, its that my frustrations are a big part of the work I create. Its not angst or a frustration that comes out of past experiences, it's a soft struggle with my impatience for the finished piece to emerge. As I told stories of my process with people I met that night at the Art Hop, I found myself smiling a lot, laughing at all of the different paintings that were under the final works. Amused by my struggles, and by this past summer filled with the family groaning about me covering up paintings that they thought were great. So my challenge, I think, will be to somehow remain....frustrated! And to understand that this uncomfortable feeling that comes from not being sure is part of the beauty of art.
One of my favorite quotes:
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.
So today, I'm going to drink another cup of coffee, finish listening to Garrison Keillor's show from VT, attack the crossword, and make some sourdough bread with Phil. Tomorrow... time to tap into some new, lovely stories tell with paint and wax.