the way it happened...part I

I am an artist because I want to be one.
I call myself an artist, and I worked really hard at being one.
Mostly, I have worked at convincing myself.
You see, I am never as good as I wish to be, I really have no natural talent for art.
I have had no schooling in the arts.
Every part of art-making has been pure desire to create.
The past 10 years have been filled with trying figure out how to do it.
How can I make the art I dream about?
Art is like a never-ending puzzle.
I struggle with it, I practice, I try, I cry.
And sometimes
something good comes of it.
I am never truly satisfied, but there is hope.
Hope is the thing that keeps the living alive, I think.
Art journal page
When my left eye became blind, I was nonplussed.
I am such an optimist
that I assumed there was a reason it happened.
I was sure I was given the key.
Maybe this, this blindness, would release the elusive artist.
And so,
I painted this woman.
acrylic on canvas 16x20"
In my mind, she is a princess, captured and enslaved.
I love her,
her story is at once heart-breaking and unflinching.
so very beautiful
{even though I see her mouth is crooked}
I am not sure how she happened to come out of my paintbrush,
but that she did
is a miracle.
Or proof of miracles.

Love, Lisa

1 comment:

  1. I am sooooo glad you are back. I have missed you and your wonderful art (yes it is!!!). I dont Facebook so I really, really missed you! Not to worry about that ol' left eye. I have been legally blind in my leftie since day one I was born. Didnt stop me from painting! Crooked mouth? Who among us is perfect. Wish you did more IG but you can visit me there if you want at artzyjude. More bird than art...LOL. Mostly I am just doing blog on Friday but thinking about more. Do you have snow? xo

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the way it happened...part I

I am an artist because I want to be one. I call myself an artist, and I worked really hard at being one. Mostly, I have worked at convi...