The Lonely Glove

I have been invited to participate in a pre-Christmas art show in November and possibly sell some of my paintings. The only problem is, I haven't been doing much painting in the past few months, and this art show is just the incentive I need to get started again. I used to paint everything I saw. This little colored pencil sketch was done several months ago when I lost one of my favorite gloves, and all I had left was its lonely mate. I was about to throw the remaining glove away, when I found the other one lying in a pile of leaves outside. Et voila! I had both gloves again and I was so happy. A few days later, I lost them both. At least they are together.

For some reason, I enjoy working with colored pencils. I have tried watercolor, oils and acrylics, but colored pencils are my favorite medium. They're very forgiving, and they appeal to my sense of being in control of my drawing. I have never been a big fan of "happy accidents". Perhaps that is why I will never venture out of the realm of being a "drawer" to being an "artist". A true artist lets the painting go and allows it almost to paint itself, much the way a writer will let a book write itself. The artist or the writer is the medium, guided by their art. I can never do that. At the same time, after I am finished with a drawing, I find it difficult to part with it.

"Sell it? But I spent so much time on it!"

This little apple is called "Phinnaeus's Apple". He was in Cubs and all the little fellows held an apple sale. I bought an apple, and I wanted to preserve it before I ate it. When I pass into the Great Beyond, this will belong to Phinnaeus. I could never sell it.

So I have my work cut out for me in the next little while, but it is just what I need at the moment, to regain my centre, and to get away from the silliness at work.

Have a great weekend, everyone, and to all my Canadian friends,

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!