I named this painting “Birds in the Shadows” because when you see the painting in person, the birds are the last thing you actually see.
I did this on purpose.
When you’re looking out a window you see the ground, the trees, the sky. Right? Your brain simply interprets the key objects and filters everything else out. However, the longer you stare and the more conscious your observation, you begin to see the entire window’s view alive and moving. I can’t tell you how many times I wait that extra 2-3 minutes and then I sit in amazement. There are sometimes 20-50 little sparrows on the lawn which were there the entire time and my mind filtered them out.
I know many people close to me that would say “Yeah, how nice you spend your days in la-la land staring out your window… some of us work you know, some of us have real jobs, some of us can’t afford that luxury…” Boy I am plagued by this. I’m sent this message daily by my society and even by those near and dear to my heart. Somehow I am the weirdo-dreamer because I observe what is actually there and try to remind people of it? But darling humans around me, could it be that YOU are the ones in la-la land as you sit for hours right by the window not looking out because your hand-held device is the only thing that captures your attention?
You have no time for these frivolities? Could it be your free time is lacking in abundance because you are pressing little buttons accumulating points from little games on your phones? Do you need to sit and watch on a screen what someone you haven’t seen in 13 years is doing in Milwaukee instead of sitting and watching the real world right outside your window?
Just shut up. Stop it. Put it down and frigging listen.
There is wind rustling through the trees right outside your window. No really. Turn off your AC and open the window, you’ll hear it. I swear! There’s squirrels fighting over territory, blackbirds filling up the trees, sunlight warming up that patch of earth over there and the smell of berries rotting in the vines. Every day and it’s free, well It’s free right now anyway…
You are right, some of you are not “affording” the luxury and you do appear to have way more to show for yourselves than I. Go ahead and call me the weirdo-dreamer.
Why do artists paint pretty pictures? Why do they so often choose the simplest of subject matter? It’s to remind people of the beauty in the everyday. In all of the minutia that many filter out and no longer see. Yes to us “freaks” everything in the everyday world is simply mind-blowing :)
Artists are not the dreamers, you are the ones in a dream state. I’d say artists are the observers. They are very alert and very awake. They are the ones paying attention to the things the world forgets or are considered less important.
Yep. That’s what I’m thinking while I paint pretty pictures of little birdies -Pure piss and vinegar!!!
Ok. so where was I before I flipped out on my blogosphere public? Sorry about that digression. I mean who’s really reading this blog anyways… Mom are you there? You are at least reading these posts right Mom? Ahh… Mom???
Oh yes right…. the progression of my painting…
Love you all ;) daydream a little!