Acrylic on canvas
30 x 30 inches
Barbara Muir © 2017I went for a short walk tonight in the freezing cold rain.
Spring is trying its best, but blossoms were blowing off
trees. Someone else would find it grim. Yet in the
few minutes I was out I saw raindrops on branches,
and jewels of light shimmering on pine trees like
decorations. The visual hits kept coming.
As I walked I thought about the people we can encounter as
artists who try to make us feel like we don't know
what we're doing. Or try to define us as a certain "type of
artist." It's a strange job. My advice is cultivate lovely
people to support you -- I am lucky to have those people
and thank you so much. Plus work on getting a strong
inner voice. Not always easy in the face of our own and
others' thinking, but vitally important. Artists need to
talk themselves into it, into carrying on, into feeling
happy. That voice matters. The one that says -- 'yes
it's coming along.'
This painting is almost done. There are a few things I'll
work on. But it's doing what I hoped it would do --
express my love and wonder for the east coast landscape
I revel in each summer.