Jan 8, 2016
Sometimes I wonder just what it is that compels an artist to paint a particular person, place or thing and in a particular way?
Is it really all about the light? How it strikes an object? The subtleties of it's play of colour across a cheek or hand? How it is we are stirred to show others what we see or feel about something?
From the other side of the painting what is it that tugs on a viewers heart until tears fill the eye? Or reaches in on buried anger or shame. Or lifts the heart with joy, gladness and beauty? Others times a painting simply calms the troubled waters of our day.
Drawing and painting picture must be so incredibly important to us as a species and as individuals or we wouldn't have kept doing it in one way or another since the dawn of time.
Are we talking to ourselves or to each other?
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