Thursday, May 27, 2010

Writing Exercise

(This is here because Cheryl suggested I post it. Just sayin'.)

I always try too hard. My efforts in every undertaking, creative or otherwise, are forced and deliberate. I mangle the paint tube, ruthlessly evacuating the crimson pigment. The palette knife is encrusted with acrylic stains, evidence of a harsh and unforgiving occupation. I am relentless but I do not know why.

I walked in the woods with Emily Carr today. Her landscape was fluid and unrestrained. I wondered how she handles her tubes of Alizarin Crimson, if that hue exists on her palette. I think she walks in the woods when she paints. I wish I could bring the trees into my creative spirit. I thought, "I can paint like that."

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