This month I want to share two interpretations of the same image, a twisted old tree on a stone wall. Each having a totally different feel. I love the symbiotic relationship between the old stone wall and the long dead tree that is still hanging on. What do you see? How do they make you feel?
A few days ago while looking thru the Wisdom book by Andrew Zuckerman
It’s much easier to be an artist where people think the making of art is a good thing and where other practitioners are around. I make work for other people to look at. I don’t do it for therapy; I go to therapy for therapy. I love what I do, and no one enjoys what he or she does every day more than I do. I love to paint. But if I were on a desert island, I would not be one of those artists who poked a hole in his arm with a stick and drew in blood on the back of a leaf, if there’s nobody there to look at it, I don’t think I’m going to make it….
More to come, thanks..
Michael