A complete amateur, but I persist in putting paint on canvas; it soothes my soul almost as much as going out to take photos. Today, as I stare at this piece I’m working on, I am unable to take my eyes off of her. Not because I think it’s a particularly incredible work of art, but because I did not intend to paint a face; I’ve never painted a face, the best I can do in that department is a stick figure with a round circle head and dots for eyes, a slash for a mouth, and an upside down V for a nose (and that’s on a good day). I did not intend to paint an angel, but only copy one wing that broke off of a plaster angel statue I have owned for years
Before I knew it I had painted both wings with a space in the middle of the canvas, and I would walk by the canvas, look at it and wait to be told what to do next, because that’s how it seems to work for me in all creative efforts I pursue. I wait, and something guides me to the next step. I really can’t describe how this works. But this afternoon it hit me, as I looked at what has shown up on the canvas seemingly of its own volition. I believe this is my muse; there is a ways to go on this before I think it might be completed. A nose job for sure.