"Looking Down"

36 x 36

Why do we do what we do? Don't expect any answers. I don't know. I spend a lot of time and mental energy doing this painting thing. For what? Cash? No I dont' think so. Strokes? I don't get too many. A desire to leave a bit of yourself for future generations? Not sure about that. I'm probably leaving more trash than treasure. A sense of accomplishment in mastering a thing? When do you get that sense. Even the supposed masters didn't have that. Cause you want to? Too simple, only restates the question and provides no answer. It's fun? Oh yeah, I forgot.

So here's the message if you're reading this because you think this guy knows something, or paints a decent painting, or if you're checking in on your favorite emerging artist (at 50, emerging yeah) -- Confidence is a tenuous thing. Sometimes its there. Sometimes not. Just pick up the brush and do something. Because? It's what you do. You can't think about not doing it. It has infected you. It will not go away. Might as well try to get good at it.

This painting is from a photo I took at Crescent Beach. I'm almost positive it was just a misfire on my camera. Going through my files it struck my eye. Simple but lots in it. Colors and textures. On one of those days I just thought 'what the heck'. Pick up the brush and lets do it. It might be trash or treasure. Not sure. But it does make me smile.

Thanks for looking.