Camille Pissarro is credited with saying, 'Where does this hunger come from, that drives some of us to draw with a ferocity that is equaled only by the necessity to breathe, to eat, to survive"? "The compulsion to draw and paint was a positive presence. Was it a gift or a deficiency? A blessing or a curse? Were they self-anointed or the chosen?"
Years ago while painting outside, I told my artist friend about the book and asked, 'are we the self-anointed or the chosen'? He thought it was the height of conceit that in regards to painting, I would ask if I (or he) were the chosen? Never would I think that I could be the chosen when it comes to painting ability....only when it comes to the compulsion to paint. I still wonder if is a curse or a blessing?
The only thing in life that I put above painting is my family. Which brings me to my point on today's post. I am delighted to see that my son is similarly afflicted - as Pissaro also said, "how did one explain this rationally to one who was not similarly afflicted? Where there was no shared language"? My son and I have a common language.
He sent me this painting-in-progress this morning. I love the cow and almost wish he would leave it as is - incomplete. I love the brush work on the momma cow's back. Just gorgeous!