Today, I submitted three of my pieces to a local art show that will start next weekend. I read about it in the paper, and for whatever reason I thought, just do it. So I did. The studio owner, who’s an amazing artist, was gracious enough to show me around and tell me some stories. I enjoyed it.
Of course, I now feel completely like a poser. Looking at the art on the walls there, my mind says, good God, what are you doing here?! You’re not an artist, you just some bored senior citizen playing around with paint…not unlike a 4-year old. This is the sort of bruhaha my mind indulges in regularly, and for the most part I’m pretty good at just letting it float by and not getting caught up in it.
Anyway, it was a busy day and not all fun and games. So I went back to what helps me to escape more than anything else I pour, which is obviously cells. This one is called polliwogs. I love the word polliwog, don’t you?
If you find cells boring or repetitious or just don’t get it, all I can say is there’s a crazy amount of art available on the internet and you might just want to get a move on. I paint to experiment, and I paint what I love. Which is not to say I always love what I paint. But these polliwogs, I’m just fine with them. Too fun.
You’re only given a little spark of madness. You musn’t lose it.Robin Williams