A blank, white canvas. That’s how I was born.
I breathed in rich, earth tones. My soul was filled. A sketch began that gave life and meaning to the seemingly plain ground. Foundational layers of black and white separated the shadows and the light. Light was dominant in the scene. A painted background brought attention to the sketched subjects with thick brushstrokes. The objects gained dimension as values were added. The last to appear were the small details.
Most notice the details first, classifying the painting as a “pretty picture”. They fail to see the layers and symbolism. Some acknowledge the layers, but under-appreciate the symbolism. Others critique the painting, with or without understanding the art. The patient learners give it time. Collectors and masters give it love through criticism and praise.
But the artist knows it best of all.
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