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.
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