Wood Street Rooster + Wife

The Wood Street Rooster now, and I have no idea how this happened, found a hen. Downtown Georgetown, a rooster and hen roam, cluck, crow and eat I don't know what. I thought it was a smaller rooster, but, it is a hen. They cross the busy street together, they are emotionally attached. Less crowing during the day, but at grey dawn, it begins. This guy has been around all summer, where did the hen come from, should I start looking for eggs??

Art - Interpretation, not replication

It is almost the last week of September and it is still hot and humid. I always get a burst of artistic energy when fall emerges. I waited long enough and began my fall push early. The summer was a portrait trial. I became obsessed with portraiture and produced (I believe) some good work. My mantra has been "Interpretation, not replication".

The philosophy of art is not as important as creating art. Protecting one's creative process from external annoyances and focusing on work without becoming shut off from the outside world is a precarious balancing act.

The process of receiving monetary reward versus creating for the sake of satisfying one's growth in the craft. The push - pull of exhuberance and flat lining. Putting on the blinders and working without looking to the right or the left, or behind - only forward.

Artist's are human! We come away from the easel, messy and sometimes confused, but always hopeful. We are not superheroes. The work is hard, intense, but satisfying. This is a way of life, using the gift to create that one canvas that will be unforgettable. That one canvas that will make all of the work, the nights where dreams create brush strokes, mix colors, leaving us exhausted in the early morning hours, a gift to be remembered, appreciated and honored.