This month marks ten years since I stopped working as a graphic designer for international meetings to devote more time to painting. The hectic pace of life, filled with deadlines and to-do lists, kept placing painting just out of reach. Myriad forks in the unmarked road ensued. I wanted to discover what might be possible, to cultivate my potential, and I was motivated by nearing 50. Friends were diagnosed with fatal illnesses; others were already gone. “It escapes, the irreparable hour,” Virgil said, two millennia ago.
Since my break with employment, I have learned that the core word in ‘painting’ is ‘pain’. And that aspirational work without compensation is privilege. Bottom line: a way must be constantly reasserted for the slow work of learning to be done in a fast world. Otherwise lurking weeds will choke out the flowers. I am painting more than before. I am teaching at Cambridge Center for Adult Education and Danforth Museum School this fall. The next decade begins.
ABOVE: Bird & shell, oil on linen panel, 8×8 inches, 2017
Apple core, oil on linen panel, 8×8 inches, 2017
Shells & plum, oil on linen panel, 8×8 inches, 2017
Green umber teapot, oil on linen panel, 8×8 inches, 2017