Monday, September 19, 2011
It is so interesting to see what other artists create. The buildings were filled with studios, sometimes 20 or more on each floor. Having never painted in such an environment, I don't know if it would be stimulating or intimidating. While some artists were at the beginning of their learning curve, others were masters. All seemed highly involved with their craft. Their studios were more than work areas for them. They were places to gather and talk as well as create. With some, you could see the influences of great artists almost as if they were trying on another person's coat to check the fit. Several were disturbing, having delved, perhaps, into realms of their minds where issues refused to be worked out. While I can appreciate and understand the depths of their art, I prefer to skirt the pathos in favor of lightness.
Now that the cool days are rushing in, the city has a new lift to its spirits. Color enters the stage at every turn. Bittersweet wreaths and pots of garden mums grace doorways. Festivals fill the streets as we all clamor for one more celebration. As the leaves rustle along the cobblestones before landing in a huddle in a corner, we marvel at the pleasures of a city stroll.