Back to the studio: the blank canvas
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I am profoundly grateful to have inherited my grandfather’s massive paint easel. It’s now set up in my tiny studio space among the rafters. It’s been so for a few weeks now. Uninspired, maybe just overwhelmed, I’ve balked at starting. That blank canvas. Where to begin?
Grampa painted desert landscapes. Also New England scenes, cowboys, and his grandchildren, but he excelled at desert. It’s where he loved to be. And now, years later, I have proudly and singlehandedly reassembled his easel. It’s now occupying a good portion of the bedroom.
Still, though, the artist’s block…
Well, I remembered my college studio art days and turned to the masters. Paul Klee, one of my very favorites, is today’s inspiration. His work, especially later color and abstracts, are stunning, and the geometry appeals to me.
There’s now some paint on that first canvas, and I can’t wait to get back to it.