Joe ~ May 13

 

Time to be Bold

 

It’s time to be bold. I mean in a painting sort of way. With all my birthday goings on I put my painting project on hold for a bit and now the deadline is upon me. I have plenty of practice creating under pressure. Much time is spent just looking at where I’m going and planning in my head the colors I will use and the order that I apply them to the canvas. There will be no sleep for me tonight. I’ll take breaks when I need them but will continue on until finished. A price will be paid for that but in my head it’s a done deal. Like a ship on the sea that finally spots land but is so far away it seems to be an unreachable destination. The progress had been encouraging, but it’s like climbing a mountain reaching the top and realizing there is a bigger precipice ahead that will be much more difficult to negotiate. I have started to take on the traits of a true artist…my clothes are spattered with gobs of paint and the studio looks like a raccoon got loose in it and had its way with every brush, paint tube and canvas. However I’m at the BOLD stage. Decisions are coming easier and my technical skill is honing in where I can completely trust my hand-eye coordination. I can mix and choose shadings and stencils needed to pull off this ben-day colossus. 

Why you may ask did I choose this design and style? I could have painted a simple portrait or a lovely red barn with a cow standing in the field. No, I had to do a work that mimics  a very successful artist and even take a step forward by adding my own interpretations and abstractions. It’s graphic with a lot of precise straight lines and dots. Lots of dots…too many dots… but there that is last hurrah….the ship is coming into port and the dots are the tugboats that will guide this work into port. The crowds will be gathered on the dock with confetti and streamers and magnums of champagne to celebrate this bold crossing. 

And where will I be? I will be asleep in a heap appearing to an onlooker like a Jackson Pollock drip painting that has been abandoned next to a coffee urn. My boldness will see me through and will leave me until next time when this mild mannered jack of all trades and master of none goes out in search of that phone booth to change into those fresh clean clothes that will soon be ruined by the paint which is my badge of courage and boldness.