December evening still life (work in progress)
Black marker on watercolour paper
10 x 6
Barbara Muir © 2013
I'm posting a drawing tonight that I did in preparationfor a watercolour tomorrow maybe. I'd put the dog
(new hyper dog Sally) to bed, and the cats. I sat
down to do the drawing and could hear my Siamese
cat complaining. I am not supposed to work after
everyone's in bed.
Making this simple line drawing I was thinking that
I've painted this same cut glass bowl so many times.
It confounds me and delights me every time I look at it.
And although it's perfectly beautiful, part of what gets
me every time is that it's not a completely perfect
structure. It's not 100% symmetrical And I'm
filled with wonder every time I paint or draw it
because it shows me new facets and shapes every time.
Isn't that the best gift of all of being an artist -- the gift of
wonder? Walking home from a friend's place the other
night, saying goodbye to people on the street who were
with us, I looked up and saw huge flakes of snow lit
by the street lamp as they fell, like sparkling stars. Someone
during the evening asked me if I hated the word "awesome,"
and I said no. I'm an artist. The world is.