I got to watch an artist at work- I love to watch people create art- it’s like when I write, I really don’t mind having someone watching the words go from my brain to my fingers to the screen- or notebook.
Stories are meant to be shared, right?
So should the experience.
When I watched the Artist at the Museum, she became the subject of my art- in the photos I took and in the post I’m writing.
I watched her look from the painting on the wall, she looked at her own canvas and stroke by stroke I watched her recreate what she was looking at.
Writing is like that- letter by letter I recreate what I see and hear too. It’s not as simple as putting the words together- you have to be standing in the right spot, you have to chose the right color, the light has to be right- and if they come together you get a picture.
I told Luis as we watched the young woman at work on her painting-
” Sometimes I think to myself, if someone had given me the choice- you can either be a writer or an artist which would you choose?”
I have never been able to answer that question.
Today I learned to appreciate my own gift for writing- there’s this great thing that happens when I see a story in my head- I can put together words and phrases and a story appears.
I forgot until I watched the Artist at work today how much work it is, how much of yourself you have to put into what you do, how magical the experience is.
When I go out on my Art Walks, my favorite artwalk companion is my dog, Hamish Macbeth:
I know that when most people go on Art Walks, cheese and wine are involved.
My idea of a an Art Walk is me grabbing Hamish’s leash and telling him, ” Come on Hamish, let’s go find us some art.”
Art, as you know is everywhere- it’s in a weather worn fence, a carefully designed garden or a yard gone wild.
What I like about taking my art walks with that when I see art, Hamish doesn’t look at it and say, ” Gee, I don’t know if I’d call that art.”
He just looks at it, sniffs it, licks it and walks away.
Art can be art and I can enjoy it, absorb it and take a picture.
It is what it is.
This is the Art me and Hamish found this weekend. It’s sort of related to the art I found last weekend.
Here it is:
And this is my favorite:
I felt like Indiana Jones, walking around this play field looking for Chalk art. When I found it I was pretty excited. Like I discovered something important before it disappeared.
This is what I’ve learned about Art on my walks with Hamish Macbeth:
Art is everywhere and it’s in everything- you just have to be willing to let it happen in you head without telling it what it is- but the licking and sniffing part- I’d leave that part of the experience out.