This painting is one that I've titled Acceptance. It's symbolic of what I'm going through with my creative process this year. Artists draw on their imaginations at the beginning of creating any new piece. That's where it all starts. Then comes the composition, color choices and a few hundred other decisions until the piece is finally completed.
I find that the final piece is seldom what I initially envisioned. But when some time has passed and I look back at the piece with fresh eyes, I see something entirely different. I'm no longer disappointed. I see a place I must have been at that particular time. I accept it.
I've learned something else this year. My dog, Lucy, had eye cancer and had her eye removed in January, just after we got back from our Florida trip. At first I couldn't even talk about it. But the operation was completely successful and I love her even more now (and she's spoiled from all the extra attention she gets). She adjusted well to her new handicap and enjoys life with the same zest as always. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all accept things so easily?