(Sharing a page from 5 years ago)
I think I’m going
crazy, or at least flirting with it.
I’ve lost my way in the studio, unable to settle down and do anything
substantial. I spend a lot of time
reading and thinking about the paintings I want to do. But I’m not painting, just thinking
about it. When I do sit down to
work I must decide what to paint, and how to do it. My options include
watercolor, pastel, acrylic, oil, clay, or mixed media, and I won’t even try to
go into the range of subject matter from which to choose. (It makes me wonder how I ever got
anything done.) You can understand
the torment that has been dogging me for so many weeks.
Now a lesser man than
me would be a basket case at this point, but I have the one thing that keeps me
tethered to reality and sanity…PASTA.
Instead of wringing my hands and fretting in the studio I’ve kept myself
busy in the kitchen reading my cookbooks and reviewing recipes. My goal is to prepare as many different
pasta dishes as possible, from the most mundane to the most unique. I look at the different recipes for
ideas on which I can elaborate or modify to fit the ingredients available to me
in Paducah. Of course this means
pasta every night, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make. My dear wife Patience, bless her heart,
is willing to support me in this endeavor.
I am confident that I
will be painting again, but I will not be turning my back on pasta, not after
all that it is doing for me.
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