These are the questions that I have been pondering while painting over the past three weeks as I also participate in a 21-day Meditation Challenge offered by the Chopra Center. Sounds a bit sophomoric but, in fact, it was perfect timing for me to go within and process my answers with fresh eyes and an […]
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Latest Reflections on Writing an Artist’
My paintings are contemporary reflections of an evolving journey through what was once a typical life – an equal mix of beauty, joy and love, challenged by frustration, fear and loss. I came late to my passion. I am, for the most part, self-taught, but the few people with whom I have studied have given […]
Creativity and Depression
For the past few weeks, I have been thinking about depression – mine, to be exact. I sense a heaviness in my chest and in my legs. The thought of reaching out is instantly rejected. An overwhelming sense of sadness seems to permeate my mind and my heart. So much has been happening in the […]
“Moment of Engagement”
Yesterday, a frigid Sunday in December, I decided it was time for me to resume painting. It’s been several weeks since I put palette knife to canvas; so, I had to go through the process of setting up my space, beginning with covering the floor with a green oil cloth. Next, I laid out my tubes […]
An Epiphany Under the Auspices of Fallin...
It’s not that I heard a little voice in my head saying, “Myrna, knock it off for a while.” “No, I have been taking refuge in my left-brain self.” I have been avoiding writing, painting, dancing, singing……
Artist’s Process – Fixing the unfixable?
I’ve been working on a painting which I have carried in my mind for many moons. It’s a view of the marsh at high-tide at Kiawah, S.C. I’ve painted the marshes before, mostly in an abstracted landscape form; but this time, I wanted to try realism, to a point. I decided to use a 24″x48″ […]
An Artist’s Process
My husband, Garrett, and I have been in Naples for nine days and it wasn’t until yesterday that I began to paint. I always wonder at my resistance to something which is so satisfactory once I’m in the flow. I experience a push/pull reaction to commiting myself to a new canvas. I know this means […]