My Art Delights Me
My art work delights me. I am amazed that I am this creative. Other people’s stuff is merely okay now.
I do not think it is conceit. I think it is excitement and appreciation for what I instinctively do.
This stuff pounds out of me onto the canvas for only one reason, because it has to.
And it is pure fun.
I love throwing the greens and yellows and pinks onto a canvas.
I usually put a color in three spots then decide whether to take it further.
All extra paint goes on my door.
Which is heavier all the time.
Sometimes when I get toward the end of a painting I throw in sawdust or glitter.
I tried gluing on jewels once, it looked dumb.
I have been known to take a painting off a wall and re-do it.
I am famous for it.
As I learn I redo, and as I redo, I learn.
Painting.
How I am in love with it!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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