If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant. If we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Here in the northeast we have just had one of the worst spring weather months I can ever remember. It has been a month of rain, fog, rain, clouds, and more rain. The tomato plants are not happy. It has been cold too. Now, I am not usually one to be bothered by weather but this is really getting old! Then today, just when it felt like it would never end – the sun came out. It is absolutely blinding! Beautifully blinding! The dismal greyness of the last month seems to instantly be lifted. “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.” If we had not been mired in rain and fog, the sun would not be so bright!
“At times there seems to be a million ideas worth painting. However, there are days when it’s a challenge to pull any idea together. On these days I go to my studio, leaf through an art history book, and tell myself that I am part of this great tradition.”
– James Dean
James Dean says [I believe this is James Dean the painter and not James Dean the actor] “…there seems to be a million ideas worth painting. However, there are days when it’s a challenge to pull any idea together.” Boy is that the truth! I find myself bouncing from one thing to another right now and the ideas are bouncing around like ping pong balls. I just can not seem to grab on to one at a time. I know from past experience that this is a time when things are usually changing in my work. Change and growth are good things. I am never quite sure where the next step will take me and I begin to feel like one of those ping pong balls. I battle the visual elements, the paint, the brushes. I cut things up, paint over pieces, change things, and then change them again. Nothing comes easy and then, like the sun coming out today, it does. Somehow the struggle gets me to another level. It’s just such a challenge to pull those ideas together when I am going through this process. As difficult as it is, trusting the process is something that I have learned to do in my work. Yes, the sun does eventually come out…
“…When I’m stuck a day
I just stick out my chin
The sun’ll come out
– Lyrics from “Annie” by Martin Charnin
Painting is available.