Winter Finds Misplaced Boyfriend

I’ve been painting with warm pinks and beige yellows since that taxi scurried you away. Far away from the warm fleece blankets we were wrapped up in. You became a small yellow dot in a grey and white city.  I was left cold in a house with wind blasting through a large gap in the wall while the windows were being eaten alive. I almost considered boxing myself in that yellow cab with you, but I’d end up in the wrong place upon arrival to the airport, never mind naked under a red, fleece blanket.

Oh, how you were my fireplace, when I’d stick my toes by you. How do I follow a fire around? You cannot capture it in a briefcase, like you can with money, or your computer. Hugs hold tight and love frees its flame.

I imagined the abstract concept of days like blocks in two weeks worth of stacking. slowly waiting, to stack. And each mocking day is not getting any warmer.

Ditching Dollars: An Emerging Artist’s Journey to Honest Art

I’ve been thinking of you. You and your power to consume my art, once I expose it to you. You have the choice of licking it, exchanging money for it, chucking it. I’ve been hoarding my art for most of my life, I’ve refused to sell it to you for a long, long time. At the same time, my art has tried to please you, begged you to fall in love.

The art is young; it resolved to not poison its growth with thoughts of money. It’s goal is not to grow up as a mountain of cash.

Also, its direction should not be dictated by the art du jour, preferred subject of its audience, curators, critics, collectors for the goal of popularity. It should remain flexible when it comes to exploration, expansion of ideas, and general learning.

To Art:

• Yes, you can be a simple painting on canvas, your forte in the technique, despite the art world’s current fixation on concept, philosophy and process.
• You can be anything you want, just as long as you are true to yourself (as an extension, expression, and/or tool of expression of the artist or whatever it is).

and the journey of learning and art-making continues…