#217 -

I have the perfect opportunity for a cow-pun title and I can’t come up with anything!

Total brain drain!

Total sadness. I love horrible puns!

This is why I am putting it out there to the public.   What should I name this still life painting?  We’ve got oranges, black-eyed Susans, roses and an old-fashioned cow creamer.

Let ’em rip.  Give me your horrible puns, so I can give this watercolor a title!

Here was the progression:

#215 - Still Life with Bovine (5) #215 - Still Life with Bovine (2)


#217 -

The painting is 16×20 inches on 140 lb. cold press watercolor paper.

Every couple of weeks I like to revert back to a sweet and simple watercolor.  I experiment in all sorts of ways and then revert back to the traditional.  I guess I find comfort and solace in the familiar; you know, the objects in my everyday life…yet there is something in my psyche that wants more.  Wants to express more. Wants to push myself to try more.  Express more. Unfortunately I still don’t know what that is, so I will flip-flop trying everything until I find my way.

Day #217 and I still feel as unsure as Day #1.

Somehow I thought that if I gave myself some cockamamie challenge, especially one with lots of time attached to it, miraculously the answers would come.  I envisioned January 1, 2014 I’d wake up and have some insight into the next chapter of my life.  I’m past the half-way mark of this 365 challenge, and yet, I still don’t have a clue.

At the end of this year, will I have enough logged hours to have a go as a full-time artist?  Or should I revert back to crafting, jewelry making, maybe even a traditional job of some sort…

Even if I don’t work that out, will I at least know what type of art I gravitate towards?  What medium?  What subject matter?  What purpose?

I still feel like I roam this planet without a true purpose.

It’s plagued me since I was a child.

Well, tonight, I conclude this evening feeling a little angst and a little melancholy.

I really do try not to over think things (ha), you know, just go with the flow, wake up and start a new day, but deep down, the question is still there.

Who am I and what is my purpose?

Sometimes I feel, I may not ever have an answer.  I will leave this earth without that contentment.

I guess it’s not for me to say.


Still, so frustrating!

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