I guess it’s time to start on a canvas I bought at a thrift store, three or four years ago. There was someone else’s art on it. The energy it had, made me want to sit it outside for about two weeks. I am not sure why I did that. It was like I had to air it out before bringing it in. Art can be quite personal. And someone did sign the back of it, dedicating it to someone. I finally placed it on the easel. Painted it white for a base. I wasn’t even sure what I was going to do, but I did wash it first with one of my favorite color’s. Grabbed a big ole’ house painting brush and just smeared it around.
Then I stared at it.
I have not painted on canvas since Caleb (my son) had died. Dec 6, 2020. And this Canvas, was the biggest Canvas I have ever painted on. And not only that, after staring at it for a while, I wanted to do abstract. I have never painted an abstract picture before. But it seemed perfect, somehow. To paint something abstract. I like to write my poems in that sense, of being abstract. Like there are pearls hidden among the words. So, why not paint something in the same kind of way? Being vulnerable but under a veil.
Wish me luck.
INTO THIS DEEP 