“I don’t paint THINGS, I paint feelings!”
I didn’t intend to say that. The words just came out when my husband stood before my latest painting and asked me, “Soooo…what IS that?!”
I was trying to explain that just because he didn’t have a word for the little styrofoam bubbles I had glued to my canvas didn’t mean that they were a bad idea. In fact, if I don’t know what it is, I usually like it more. Because then I have to figure out WHAT it is. intriguing texture. dumb mistake. Or “phase one”. But mostly I like just about anything you might feel.
You have likely figured out that he processes art by analyzing it with his mind. He needs to understand it before he can appreciate it. And I was put on this planet to blow a hole in his analysis.
Likewise, he challenges my lack of analysis.
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