This piece has a much longer title, but I am saving it because it goes with a children’s book idea I have. It is also not the final version… but I do not have a picture of that as it is now hanging at my Dad’s house.
Here is an abstract I painted last year. Of it my aunt, Indigo, said: “All that talent and no technique.” She is a master of giving a compliment and an insult at the same time. But I think she nails it.
Sometimes I wish I could pretend that I am this experienced painter. But when is it that we get to claim such a thing? After 50 paintings? One hundred?
I am 36 years old and am only now able to call myself an artist. Not because of accomplishments, but because of a state of mind. So in that vein, here I am, a painter.