WHITE CAT

16x20"
oil on canvas
sold

Yet another past commission. I can't remember this little ball of cotton's name, but I do remember, vividly, painting the rug on the stairs. There are four new bug paintings in progress that probably won't be finished until late next week, I have a commission in progress along with some self promo work, but I find myself feeling adrift. (wow, what a surprise suz!) I've got the ole "I don't know what I wanna paint when I grow up" angst again. I know, shut-up and keep painting, it will lead you where you end up.

Still, I'm feeling rather pedestrian. I received an invitation to submit work to this incredible online juried gallery and the work there simply blew me away. The hubs and I have had a running dialog on subject matter, he being of the edgy, conceptual more disturbing school and me the more traditional. But as I struggle to come up with more exciting and unique dailies for posting, I find I'm leaning more and more in a conceptual direction, at least, the bug narrative being an obvious example. However, I'll never be able to stray too far away from who I am artisically and comparing my work always leads me down the same dark road. Comparisons are strictly of the ego and either leave one feeling woefully inadequate or superficially superior—and since neither of these emotions feed the muse, what's the point? We'll see.