An Interesting Process

felt hat

I’m still trying to find new subject matter. We were at the Red Bluff Bull and Gelding Sale the other day and there were a lot of colorful characters. But wouldn’t you know it! I left the camera in the car. Convenient excuse. I probably would have been too shy to ask complete strangers if I could take their picture. In the meantime I still have one more hat in my repertoire that I haven’t drawn so here it is in the beginning phases. “Top ‘O’ the Morning to Ya”.

This happens a lot. I start out on a drawing. The first part – which is roughing the sketch in – is uneventful. I determine my composition. I put in down. Then I have to start blocking in the color. This is where what happens a lot begins. I start having doubts. I’m thinking is this the drawing where I blow it and I have to start over? Am I going to totally mess this one up?

So I work and I’m working alongside this low level anxiety. We’re companions on this journey. I’ll stop now and then to take a step back and look at how things are progressing. Then this next thing happens. Somehow in the working I get to a point where the anxiety completely evaporates. I look at what is happening on the paper and it’s looking good. I never know when that point will come, if it will come or if it will ever come. But so far it has always come. This painting got there. I know it’s going to turn out the way I want. It’s an interesting process.

The Song Inside


“Most (people) live lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” – Henry David Thoreau

I finished my pastel painting of Clay today. I’m very pleased with it.

At an art exhibition this evening a lady I know asked me what I’d been working on so I told her. Then she asked did I have any commissions? I said no but you know it doesn’t matter because I really have fun doing these paintings and so I don’t really care if I get commissions or not. How many people can say they love what they do? A long time ago after I got married for the third time I went ahead and made a choice to suppress the song that was inside me. I don’t regret my choice. Much. If I had it to do all over again I would do exactly what I did but in a vastly different way. Where my head was at was much more in a victim role. Thank god I have lived to see those days are over. The victim role days, that is. I am singing again and it feels real good. May god grant you the grace to let your voice sing. Loudly and without fear.

By the way, if you have a photo of yourself wearing a hat that you think is particularly nice and it also has a plain background I am always looking for new subject matter. Feel free to get in touch with me. If I use the photo I will give you a disk with a high resolution image on it for you to do whatever you want.