Lots has been going on which took me away from art for months and months. The life things going on were deep - are deep - and it took much effort to want to come back to art as a safe place. That is the first time in my life I've had to make a concerted effort to woo myself back. Strange that. But woo I did.
I been working on portraits of friends. I've painted them according to how I see them in my head and feel them in my heart. It has been challenging and easy at the same time. Challenging, becuase I am hopelessly impatient and refuse to do anything but eyeball it and go with the flow. Easy becuase it hasn't required any emotional out pouring. This last thing has been important lately. Art on easy street is a new thing for me. I don't know how long I will stay here but the visit is nice.
