The JOY of ART
Can you even imagine? How many times I’ve been in a home or living space and the atmosphere is void. Empty walls become larger with the miles and miles of neutral paint colour that leads to nowhere. A sofa that disappears into that void that dwarfs them. A reflection of life as it seems sometimes, absent is the presence of life and hope.
Life without art, life without books, life without some interruption of colour and texture, is a life in need of some disturbance.
I heard a well known television personality, Steve Harvey speaking of his forever practice of allowing himself some even small “upgrade” to improve his mere existence. He spoke of the mundane act of flying and his budgeting himself the luxury of first class rather than coach was something that for him was a necessity for his personal well-being. Not a sign of wealth or prosperity but an insistence of remembering that granting yourself some pleasure in life is something many people overlook and therefore rob themselves of joy.
Life with art is that opportunity we have to allow ourselves to have some joy. Unlike a first class seat on an airplane such joy with art needs not be expensive or in any way lavish, it can be something so simple. A row of books selected from the second hand store book section for .50 each. Joy can be had with finding a beautiful flower pot in a garage sale. It can be found with the hanging of an Asian wall fan mounted on that space above that lonely sofa.
Joy can be found in simple articles that begin to change our surroundings and hence our lives.
Joy can be found in a simple fresh scone accompanied by a hot mug of coffee and there on the table, that simple, tiny 3”x5” canvas with an artists simple rendering of a high view of a northern lake as the evening light disappears below the horizon.
Life without art is easy to remedy, and the remedy doesn’t need to cost your life savings. What then is the value of joy?
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The Artists Journey
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This sketch above became this finished painting below
The Pine Tree Painter.
How did I become known as the Pine Tree Painter? You could say I paint a lot of Pine Trees, that would be true. I paint a lot of other things too, but Pine Trees, Spruce Trees, Birch and others seem to be a continuous string in what i do. I just like the way they stand there like a custodian of the land. or a greeter to nature. So, I continue down the path with the Pine Tree Painter name on my head, It's ok.