Sunday, May 06, 2007

Hi,

I have spent the day painting after a brief walk in the morning. I am completely wired but worn out at the same time. Painting can be like that for me sometimes. I am frustrated at the end of the day that the day is indeed ending. Somehow time gets lost and I am stuck wondering what to do with myself. So here I am, blogging into the emptiness that has unexpectedly managed to grasp at me. I wonder why that is? I am satisfied with the work and have made some successful leaps. Still it is a strange heartbreak that overcomes me. Is it the realization that the alchemy of painting is not creating any magic? That my dull static life will remain so tired and conventional? Ah well, I should not be so negative. Maybe I will crawl into a book of poetry and dream. Or because I am so, I will get all my things ready for work tomorrow and wash my brushes. I want more from my work and what that is exactly remains elusive.

3 comments:

Jean said...

Looking for fullment in our inspiration, perhaps? Of course.
It's there, if only off and on.
Wish you would share some paintings with us.

Antonia said...

maybe the magic will come when you least expect it? this emptiness can be a friend, too...

Corby said...

I will someday share a painting, when I finally like one for more then a day!

It will get me to better work I think. Thanks for your kind comments.

-Corby