My undergraduate degree is in painting, even though I hardly painted anything my senior year having realized belatedly that I enjoyed three dimensional work much more. I haven’t really painted much at all since then, a little plein aire and that’s about it. I really liked painting but I found the things I needed to say wouldn’t fit neatly on a canvas and truth be told every time I smell oil paint or linseed it makes me long for the buttery sensation of paint.
And why you are wondering am I suddenly sharing this? Well recently I was asked if I would like to participate in a new art walk the Chautauqua County Arts Council is putting together. Called the 3rd Street Canvas project, it showcases not local visual art but the written word. And a few local artists were invited to play along with the poets and writers by providing some visuals, sort of illustrations I guess. We were invited to select a piece of writing and create an image to go along with the words.
Hanging around in the back of my studio was a partly finished canvas that I abandoned my senior year, so it has been waiting patiently for inspiration for a while. A few months ago I got as far as digging it out and putting it on an easel where I could see it from my bench, but nothing was really springing to mind. Then I was up there (in the studio) reading my “words” and tada! one of those light bulb moments – I think I was attracted to this piece of writing because my subconscious knew (thank goodness) that this was just the impetus that poor neglected canvas needed. I wish I had thought to take a picture before I started in on it, but here’s where we are right now.
Obviously it is unfinished, but heading in the right direction. Also I am sure someone has noticed that there is a lot of collage going on, actually all the paper was already on there, I sanded a lot of it off. But I am having a whale of a time with my paint brushes for a change!