Lost in my work
There is painting because we want to and there is painting because we need to. Occasionally there is a day like today when I feel the need - a very different thing from being “in the mood” to paint. For me, it is an unsettled feeling that I know will ease if I concentrate on painting. There is comfort in sinking down into my center and thinking only with color, line, and design. I’m finding that the isolation of my encaustic table in the back room has finally become familiar. The hum of the vent fan separates me even more and is soothing. Working in a new medium, especially one that challenges me, requires all my concentration. Leaving the front windows in the studio was unnerving at first but a benefit now that I’m accustomed to it. Watercolor is about light and transparency - compatible with the street view and bright windows. Encaustic, for me, is more about internal thoughts and hopefully, personal expression. The space that I chose and customized to work with wax is the complete opposite of my watercolor table. I realize now it wasn’t an accident - it is the right space for what I’m trying to do. Today I painted entirely for myself and by myself and I was exactly where I needed to be.
