Blank Rocks

Since moving here to Oregon, I noticed a strange, yet intriguing phenomena. Painted rocks. I am an artist. I started sculpting in clay at five and drawing at six. Right from the start I intuitively knew things about space, form, color, value, etc. I did not know why certain things just seemed right, I just did them. At 14 I started a serious study of the human body and learned to sculpt muscles, bones, tendons, etc. I even went so far as to earn a BFA from Utah State. I have studied, made, sold, and taught art for more than 35 years. But, it never occurred to me to paint on a rock.

Apparently it is quite popular in Oregon. On our most recent trip to the coast, I gathered a few would be canvases. Last night, I started messing about and reacquainting myself with paint.  We shall see what sort of happy accidents occur. In my experience art work, is mostly work. It requires the courage to experiment and fail, and the perseverance to keep trying until you get something you can live with.

What is there to lose? The canvas is free, the paint is cheap, I already own a few brushes, and the time spent doing it is fun. 

Rocks I plan to paint.

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