a long, long time ago,
I made these two paintings
from photos I myself had taken.
They were an attempt to translate the prairie, to which I had just relocated my life and which I still find incredibly beautiful, into paint. The only way I could fathom this emptiness was framed through a construction of windows inside an abandoned house. Always some reference to the built environment.
Later I removed these paintings, stretched new canvas, and they became the Summer In The City...
A couple of days ago I had been going through the old "Why do I make paintings? Why not do something that more directly involves/impacts people in a positive way?"
And then Jocelyn came into the art store where I work, and told me about how she'd bought one of my paintings (one of the Building Blocks) and how much she loved it. She derives great joy from her art collection, and my piece is part of that milleiu.
How lucky is that?
I'm feeling much better now.