Papaya #1 6x6 oil on canvas.
Static? Can a 6x6 or any square canvas have movement? This is a more recent observation of mine. Not that static is a bad thing, I guess, just an observation. Creating a sense of movement on a 6x6 may prove challenging however, after spending some time looking over some of my favorite painters works I see it's not only possible but an integral part of many great compositions. Besides, what's the point of locking myself in my studio if I dont have a challenge to consider?
In this painting I do see movement in the edges and reflections. Also the way the grapes come slightly forward. I think I could have added even more movement by giving a slight turn to the papaya or even setting it farther back. But I'm happy with this result. I think it's both somber and punchy if that's even possible. I'm also particularly happy with the edges and brushwork. I must have been in a rare mood when I painted it.
Moods are iffy for me these days. I've tried a variety of genres of music while painting but I think what it boils down to is what seems to be always pressing in the back of my mind. Some days I can distract myself but some days it simply lingers and there's no escaping -- I have the honor of acting as executrix of my mothers estate. She died in March. I was with her. Sadly, those images are the ones I remember the most.
My responsibilities in that matter will be winding up soon and once again I will be reinventing Lori Twiggs. Whoever that is. I've had alot of reinventing to do in the last few years. Anyone who has had to parent their parents can relate - you know who you are. This should wind up that era. Put it behind me. Move forward. Be productive. I know it can be done since I've seen so many others do it. Lose some one close to them and then go on with their lives.
There is a secret they dont want you to know: It's a lot harder than it looks. How can I go on with my life when my life will never be the same? I had a job.. with a title: Power of Attorney. I complained a lot but the fact remains, it defined me for the last 6 years. It was my job to see to it that my mother was cared for. That her needs were met, physically and emotionally. I ran her errands, bought her clothes, toiletries, ensures. I paid her visits and told her I loved her. I gave her hugs and rubbed her delicate little arm. I answered calls from the facility where she lived and I came in to be with her as she died. But afterwords, I was informed, rather coolly by the funeral home, that I was relieved of my duties at the time of death. Little did they know I was promoted to Executrix. Mooo haaa haaa! Jokes on me.
But that title wont last either. Sometime before fall I will be relieved of that duty as well.
Who will I be after that?