Never die, in fact they don't even age. Caught forever in a memory they remain as we knew them, youthful, romantic and full of strength. I don't go to High School Reunions because I wouldn't recognize all the old people there. It is interesting how we see ourselves and how others see us.
I don't have the soul of an artist, that quiet desperation, that always hunting for something that isn't there, a need for silence and isolation and with all this a determination to become famous. I don't paint into lonely hours nor find much significance in the torrential rains pounding on my shop roof, battering my garden. I am only thinking I need to fix the gutters.
My paintings are fast and furious, an experiment in extremism, colorful, loud, nonsensical, without meaning at all. They don't exist except in this computer, the internet cyber world and maybe outer space if they get sent by radio waves. I make them quickly and while still wet, photo them and do it again, painting over the one just finished maybe seven times. The last one
might live the longest, tossed into a corner of my shop until I need the metal it is painted on.
This doesn't mean they are bad, misbehaved in some way. In fact I have sold some and do have a few that made it into the house. It only means they are not proper, oil on canvas, framed,
ready to be hung, established style and acceptable for an art gallery. OMG! That is IT! That is who I am! Now, how in the Hell did I get here???
Well you finally figured yourself out ? Like your paintings .. Here for a few moments, then on a whim , like a puff of smoke gone. Just like your paintings. Perhaps you want nothing of the permanent world. Nothing lasts forever so you've discovered that only NOW?
ReplyDeleteWell I am still seventeen at heart Barbra!
ReplyDeleteOH..., Jerry so you are !!!
ReplyDeleteWell there you go Jerry glad you know who you are. I like this painting very much. Sounds like life is still being good to you Jerry. GREAT>
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