20 July 2007
Give And Take...
I have always been drawn to live by bodies of water. Rivers, lakes, oceans. Water is healing, calming, cleansing. When I saw the house we now live in, I didn't need to look any further. I wanted to live here. I can sit and look out over the ocean. Watch the waves as the pass by.
Some days I sit on the rocks to stare out to the west. I can listen to the sound of moving water for hours on end. I loose myself in the sound. My world and my troubles drift away. I look out as far as I can see. The world drops off into nothingness. It always looks the same. It's always changing. It's simple and perfect.
When I stand at my table and paint, I try to put myself on the beach. I can hear it, smell it, feel it. I want my paintings to have the same simplicity, the same complexity. I look into the painting to where the world drops off and I listen to it.
I can get lost in my work. Sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes I just get lost. Do I get anything from it or is it taking part of me. Like a photograph stealing your soul. With each brush stroke I lay down, I leave a part of me on the canvas.
I wonder if the ocean is stealing part of me. When I watch it and talk to it, is it really giving back to me. Is it helping me, or is it taking part of me.