experimenting with figure and line, 18"x24" on canvas
a work in progress inspired by Matisse's nudes
I don't know what to make of you. You were full, but not of planned actions like your cohorts January and February.
You were full of inner conflicts, fear and uncertainty. That was pretty heavy.
You were full of friends, family and celebration. That was cool.
You were full of art and creativity, of time at the easel and a renewed passion for experimenting with subject, line and colour. I am grateful.
You were full of discovery. I feel enlightened.
Despite a deliberate absence of to-do lists you were full of behind-the-scenes and not so behind-the-scenes work on income streams. I feel somewhat productive.
March I chose to let you unfold and you were all over the place, dragging a reluctant me with you. You were a conundrum with no answer, pushing me to get comfortable with the question though not very successfully.
Much as I try I don't really know what to make of you. You just were.
I'm OK with that.
March kicked my ass. Please be gentle.