self portrait of a sort-
I have had some health challenges.
watercolor pencil 10×12
Sometimes my sand pail of colored pencils are all I need to satisfy my desire for whatever you want to call it.
In this case, frustration over health conditions beyond my control.
Anyway it certainly satisfies for the time being… “being” is about an hour or so.
Then perhaps, no longer satisfied with that, I move on to this or that again or maybe even that too.
Yes, I am certifiably insane….
Or 1000 other things!
Maybe I am human.
And bodies fall apart… thus she is in pieces stuck together.
There is silver blue, sky blue and thunder blue.
Every colour holds within it a soul, which makes me happy or repels me, and which acts as a stimulus.
To a person who has no art in him, colours are colours, tones tones…and that is all.
All their consequences for the human spirit, which range between heaven to hell, just go unnoticed…