Talent comes and goes. For some it comes and stays. For me it waxes and wanes like that very large orb that we see in the sky periodically. My talent feels just as elusive as well. Why and how could I have painted this somewhere between 1985 and 1990, and today I feel that I cannot even paint a leaf. What happened? I used to feel so passionate about my art. I couldn't wait to come home to it. I woke up to its embrace. I spoke of "it" to everyone and anyone that would listen to me. I ruined my dining room table in pursuit of it. But then I drifted and so did my talent.
Now I am stuck trying to paint a leaf - oh can I even remember to draw? The title of my blog is "I draw to remember: I paint to forget." It is very literal. I have to remember all that I was taught when I try to draw anything. But when I would start to paint, I forgot all and everything around me. However, I feel that I have forgotten to know even how to paint. This has to be transitional. I refuse to let this define me. I love color too much. After all, my aptitude tests defined me as an artist.
My profile was "identical" to that of many famous artists - so the aptitude test expert declared. I shall hold on to his pronouncements. I will paint again. Perhaps better. No, let's forget the qualifier "perhaps." I will paint better.
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