People see beauty and, in one way or another, want to own it. That desire manifests itself in me in the longing to create. A translucent green sea, a delicately beaded gown, a cozy quilt, , the sparkle of jewels, the veins of a leaf, almond shaped eyes, plump, round limbs, sunlight across a warm wooden floor, a paragraph that expresses frailty and love in a way that makes people nod their heads and say, “Yes, that’s it exactly!”
Beauty doesn’t always inspire the longing to create and the longing to create isn’t always inspired by beauty. That’s just the way it is with me.
I’d like to be able to draw, not an apple, but this apple. Not a cup, but this cup. Not a woman, but Dawn or Anita or Julie and have people say “That is so like her!” I’m not talking about validation of my ability, though that is very nice, but of being able to “speak” to people – to make people FEEL.
It’s because of that desire that I find my current lack of skills annoying. Not discouraging or frustrating, because they are, I think LEARNABLE skills, but just temporarily disappointing.
So let me end by saying: I’m sorry Patti.