Twenty years in the airline industry trained me in one thing. FLEXIBILITY. I mean, if you are dependent on the "ontime" machine, you are sunk! Things happen. And you have to be prepared to rise above any circumstance. So, with my living in two places, I am prepared. Sort of. I have sets of paints and a makeshift studio in each place and a small carryall in my trunk filled with random art supplies. Not only does my "living abode" shift...but my mind has to shift too.
When I am at the coast, my mind is infused with the most indescribable beauty. There's no reproducing it...only painting the effect it has on me. When I am in the city, up in my little roof top spot, I am far, far away from raw nature. I am surrounded by buildings and traffic. While it takes a day or so....my painting mind shifts. Call me skitso. (is that a word?) I have to shift from the expanse of sweeping skies to blocks of buildings and streets. Sometimes it throws me into a total expressionist tizzy!
In the meantime, wherever I am, I paint numerous paintings at one time. At the beach, I have 3 - 4 canvases lined up one my kitchen counter. I mean...a little pthalo blue here and a little there. In the city, I only have on on my easel but there are 2 or 3 leaned up against the wall that get placed on the easel when the previous one goes off. They revolve and evolve. All of them. I paint like a mad dog. Then I stop cold.
So if you are wondering where in the world the variety comes from.....that is the best I can do to explain it.
Thanks for reading.