Today I arrived at Oakland airport. I have arrived here many times before frustrated just like I feel today. It is a wet weather day. Rain Cold and windy. Not so typical for Oakland. It means no work. What was a 2 day job has turned into nothing.
On my way through the terminal trying to decide if I am just going to jump back on a plane and head back down south. I pass this artwork. I have passed it many many times in the last 3 years of commuting to the bay area. I usually am not very fond of it to say the least. They have the technique and artist photos on the wall next to these windows. I have read it I have not been impressed. Arrogant and selfish of me I believe today. What an honor to have a large installation of your work so prominently displayed. Still I remained less than interested. It’s dripping. Really? I am just whining, I get this way sometimes. Oh wait they use tools to make the drips. It’s a technique. Really? I am such an ass with my ultra critical attitude. Then it happens, As if I am smacked I know I need it! By the big art critic in the sky. Smacked right across my arrogant self-centered great artist attitude (ha ha ha) .
For those of you that may not know me, I suffer from a terminal fatal disease of perception. Untreated It can ruin me in short order. The opinion of this piece of art is just a symptom that my perception is skewed and out of spiritual adjustment. Hence the necessary smack. Who ever issued it, a quick Thank You!
So as I am walking down the corridor by the dripping crane window glass art with my crappy opinion, the people mover is broken So it is a long walk. I see it, like it is for the first time. The cloudy, wet, rainy Oakland sky behind with the soft grey light that only this type of weather can produce.
I decide that it in infinitely great!! It beats the alternative.
Well, the failure of this whole thing is I have no credits to the artist. Forgive me if I ever get to be this successful… let some poor starving struggling artist blog my work & forget who I am….
Inspiration, many shapes, sizes, times and places. I don’t pick where I get or when it comes. It not like pulling a trigger. Some days I am more in tune than others. Lately I have been hyper sensitive to my inspirational thoughts and ideas. I like it. I believe I am more in tune when I am at balance spiritually, mentally & physically. When I am not fighting the flow of the river.
Today was an extremely prolific day for me. I collated three canvases and they are ready for paint & ink.
The inspiration I believe is a two fold on this one. First it’s spring. There are flowers everywhere. Gorgeous beautiful flowers, it doesn’t really matter if they are in the wild like the California poppies on the side of the road or the carefully place tulips in a millionaires flower bed. From here to there and everything in between we are in bloom.
I am loving spring this year. The rebirth of mother nature. An awakening, I could very easily be a bear. Listen, glutonously eat from summer to fall, sleep safe & warm all winter, then awaken with the spring! Then play with fish and eat the next 9 months away. Amen! I don’t much like winter anyways. It’s over rated & cold.
so here’s to spring the beauty and inspiration she brings….. I am off to paint