Sometimes I can rework the paint on my palette over and over, trying to find the exact color that is in my head. It isn’t that it is necessary to the integrity of the subject matter – I just want what I want and will work the paint until it is there, glistening and silky and has turned exactly the color I see when I close my eyes. It is rewarding. Nonetheless… I am in search of a Quiller wheel – like the one my Color class teacher from school had us use every time we even thought of mixing paint. She was crazy as a loon, but right on about color. I have other color wheels, but not the same as the Quiller wheel which, by the way, someone “borrowed” from my school studio- Quiller stealer. I will search one out online, as I haven’t found one locally. I think it may save me a bit of time – and precious energy, and I am in need of both. The imagery in my head seems to fade as my energy level drops…just like a video game. Need to fuel up at the coffee shop, now……mmmmmmmm.
Pinellas Park, Fl, I have found have found, has a farmers/art market on Tuesday mornings. Nice to find one that is not on the weekend and overcrowded… I will go and check out the wares next week. Also, in the Park Station building is an open painting studio open most of the day – a great treat for my Tuesday mornings (late mornings, that is) that are otherwise spent running errands and trying to get motivation and creative inspiration at the grocery store. I am looking forward to seeing the other artists in the area there extracting creative passions during the daylight hours with great hopes that I, too will become one of them. I know I can never give up my sacred studio time during the late night and wee morning hours, but surely painting with the daywalkers will secure my inspiration around the clock. Another dedicated block of forced creativity will train my lazy old body to put those beloved brushes to canvas when I tell it to. My better half insists that if art is the path I am truly destined to follow, then nothing would block my travels. He is right, and my aim is to keep walking forward and quit stopping to ask directions. I know the way – I just need to believe I do, just as he has always done.