Thursday, July 15, 2010
Freedom makes me think of summers of youth. Released from school, we abandoned our books and our shoes. Our clothes were light and water was our element. We played outside before breakfast and after dinner. We ate ripe juicy peaches from the tree. You have to resent it a little, being grown up. But children have another perspective. Several years ago, my son observed that grown-up people waste what they have. What do you mean? I asked. He said, you have money and cars; you could do anything. So this is a reminder. Responsibility and domesticity are choices. As long as a heart beats in me and I have the means to pick up and go, I am free. Possibility beckons. Mad adventure waits.
Although I have to admit this looks a little unfinished, it was my plan all along to simplify. An exercise of artistic freedom. This painting was done for the Calypso Moon Artist Movement challenge.