This is what happens when you wander into the studio at 11:32 on your way to bed – or what you thought was on your way to bed.
Canvas done (I think).
I’m actually nervous about sharing this online with the world, but am bravely doing so anyway. I’m not actively part of a local artist group and my artist friends are scattered about the world. I’m going to consider you all a part of my creative community now.
Constructive criticism is most welcome.
I don’t normally include a note about what a piece means to me or what has inspired it…preferring people to be inspired by what a work means to them personally, but I’m going to make an exception in this case.
This week I have been in contact (directly and indirectly) with several folks who are traveling a difficult and challenging path.
This canvas evolved into their story. Sometimes one can be so busy “running” that they lose track of whether they are running towards something or away from something. The journey itself becomes all-consuming and their is no clear destination in sight. This can result in an unnecessary struggle because with no goal or “end” hope can be difficult to hold onto.
It can be frustrating for those of us who are only peripherally a part of their journey to watch helplessly while they struggle and in some cases give up. Our offers of support can seem inadequate.
When it comes right down to it, we each journey alone, even if we have a great support group – and so many don’t have that support or are unable to effectively connect to others.
So I did what artists do – I created it to the best of my ability.
…And am in awe that a canvas started many years ago developed into something that is relevant to the here and now. I didn’t consciously set out to develop this theme. It just sort of happened without plan or intention.
And such is my journey.