Thank you for this. I have been out of work cummulatively for half a year and an idea came to me like all my artwork does and this time, a close friend is getting married and her fiancé proposed on a high point of a hike we frequently do. So I climbed it, took a picture from the bench, where he must have faced her and she must have seen above his head on bended knee. That image I drew from the image in pastel and framed in white, called it: “Impression of a Proposal,” choosing the word “impression,” because she is French.
I have no idea if they love it, but she loves bright colors and it was against a wall with a lot of moved in things in her fiancé’s remodeled house. That’s all I could come up with. That’s how I like to buy gifts, things that make connections on what I hope is a meaningful level, which I hope is cathartic. I guess that depends on the eloquence of the idea. Here is an image of the pastel rendering:
As an artist, I have always felt socially impotent. I have pursured many genres, never making money from any, but maintaining a “day job.”
This is a woman I had a crush on when I met her many years ago. I slipped a note under her door, not realizing that she was seeing someone else. It turned out that she had come into the place I worked before or after this, I don’t remember which, (reminds me of the thesis of Luis Bunel’s That Obscure Object of Desire movie) and again, I was smitten.
She said that I was the best server she had ever experienced adding insult to the injury of loathing the “day job” in lieu of making money at what I truely love.
So, there have been years of friendship and a secret crush, but not really, because I could tell that she wasn’t into me.
The great obscurity of the image speaks to the subconscious disapproval, which is what art does, of course I am being kind to myself. I am not that good, but I like to think that everything is working on all cylinders.
Anyway, it is my hope that CORONA and the Aquarian Age makes doing art more valuable. I have been single almost all of my life. She married a successful man. My worth is the value of my pen or crayon.
