- 3650, Birds Eye View
- 3651, Burnt Ground
- 3652, Levitating
- 3653, TeePee Ground Coffee
- 3654, Planetary Outpost
- 3655, Battle Lines of Coffee
- 3656, Ground Zero, Spill One
- 3657, Dawning of Coffee
- 3658, Exploding Coffee Grounds
- 3659, Weeping Grounds
Growing up I held the belief that all of my accomplishments were due to factors within my mind and body. But over time I’ve come to understand that there are forces beyond my comprehension that I have helped me throughout my life.
For a long time I chalked up my good fortune to skill, luck and serendipity. But I now realize that this is just too much coincidence and there is something more behind the joy and good fortune I have experienced in my life.
I started my career as an artist two years ago at age 71 with no prior training. I have discovered that I am not the artist in control. I am the physical body acting through processes I don’t understand, aided by a higher power to choose next courses of action to create a pleasing image.
I don’t have to worry about my lack of skill or experience in art. If I allow whatever has been aiding me my entire life to work through me, all I have to do is hold the brush and watch the magic happen.
The paintings I am posting today are part of what I’m calling my “grounds” series. This is because they are based on spilled coffee grounds and glancing morning sunlight on my kitchen counter.
Although my ego wants to feel like I am the creator of art, often I just provide the mechanics that renders an artistic image with the unseen aid of a muse, higher power, divine, God, or whatever you choose to label these helpers.
When I too consciously try to control the whole process, the results are predictably poor.