shifting view

my ideas and inspirations on the hows and whys of skyscapes change as often as the weather- here’s a little something i wrote a while back that gives a slightly different perspective on painting my favorite subject matter…

painting- painting clouds again and i look at what i’m doing wondering why i keep doing these. what is it- the skies that inspire me are not these skies. the views that open me up and feed me – feed my soul to use one of those trite phrases but true all the same- these are decidedly not what i’m painting. obscured remains one of my favorites that i’ve done to date- i look at the progress thus far- on the latest they all seem like bruises. and i wonder……… i’ve not lived thru hardships. not like so many. i don’t think art has to be a struggle. i don’t always struggle. some of these feel well, not effortless but it flows. sometimes leaving me drained sometimes boosting my energy. there are no good reasons- there are no consistencies in my work- in my life what makes me buoyant one day weighs upon me the next and then i look again and see the bruised skies that i paint. is it my feeling of helplessness? battered by all that i care about and unable to do anything of real consequence? tell myself that a painting can make a difference. that somehow this is being done for a reason that i am meant to paint. and i feel that i am- that i need to paint but to what end? if someone looks at my work and feels simpatico- what exactly are they relating to? if it touches them is it because they too feel bruised- these are not raw images. i have seen those- and recently. Bacon painted raw. raw meat, screams that still sound loud and clear half a century later this work of mine has it’s skin- this protective layer that hides those raw unhealed images. pretty colors, lavendar, tinges of pink, buttery yellow light barely breaking through the volumes of clouds. how do they seem from outside? from someone elses perspective. does anyone else see a pretty sky? what is it i wonder? and why should i care? art is extremely personal- it can be- it should be- and no one can really say why they paint what they do- i don’t think so anyway- not til they step back and stare in amazement at what they’ve rendered. i used to think i knew why i painted what i do- i know what inspires me so i guess that’s part of it but just a tiny part now- i think so anyway- otherwise these once blue skies would not have that sallow yellow, that greyed green the brown purple. this is not the open sky- this is something else. will i ever know what it is i paint? do i need to know? and what the hell am i really saying anyway?

shifting view

Jennifer Greenfield

Bay View, United States

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random rant expressing yet another fleeting interpretation of why i paint

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