When contemplating the workflow of the artist, I often think of the patterns of the wind and rain. A gentle flow guides the process with sudden gusts of motion. Sometimes it can get pretty intense, then things seem to settle back down into a deeper level of equipoise and coherence. A process of rising and falling, rising again and subsiding. This seems to be the way of art.
Sometime, a well spring of creation rises up.
This is the inner life of the artist.
Soon, a new world is created.
Look and listen.
This is the work of the artist.
Some may paint inside, but I prefer to paint outside. Plese let us know what your thoughts are. Do any of you prefer to paint inside (where it is dry and warm), or do you prefer to take your chances, and brave the elements for a much richer experience?
The real art is created outside. I don’t know why, I just think that.