Friday, August 01, 2008

The Mystery
When all is silent within and without and all I can hear is the soft scraping of a sharpened pencil upon a smooth paper its a time when there is nowhere else in the world I would rather be and nothing else that I would rather be doing.
Its a mysterious sensation that comes when I work. When I ponder upon it thereafter, I remember that the state of focus and concentration which created a painting seemed to take my awareness out of time. This sensation fades when a work is complete, and a kind of forgetfulness comes to me as I turn my attention away from the work and back to daily life. The work is finished, and the painting has taken on a life of it's own.
In painting, technique is the partner to something more profound, which is the heart and sense of the painter and the moment working through them. When I look back on my work, I generally wonder to myself did I do that?