I get lost in great drawings and paintings. Each artist has their own special attraction. There is the expressive line of a Degas or Lautrec drawing. There is the color and bold sureness of a Van Gogh painting. There is the sense of human frailty in a Käthe Kollwitz etching. There is the “I’ve been there” feeling I get from anything by Edward Hopper.
I wanted to draw great drawings. I wanted to paint great paintings. I wanted to see my work displayed in galleries and museums. I wanted people to hang onto my every word about art and the creative life.
None of those things ever happened.
I just do the regular workday and weekend routines and take care of my chickens. Sometimes I draw simple cartoon illustrations, usually of my chickens. Gracie. Bessie. Pearl. Blanche. Amelia. Emily. And I wonder if my drawings will ever be able to do what great art does…touch the heart.
My Life With Gracie taught me what we love isn’t always what we are meant to do.
You can read a little more on this page About Me…And Gracie.
I will do my best to post each Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Every “Like,” “Follow,” and “Comment” is truly appreciated! Lately I have been reworking some of my first illustrations and stories. You can view the reworked version of this post here.