Come Sit

3/1/16 Notes to Myself:
Acrylic Sketch 2016 - CJM

Painting where I am. How
could I do otherwise?

I don't think I've 
always been conscious of where
I am in my painting. 

So much of the time I've used
my mind to think about where
to go to paint. As a plein air
painter I suppose that's
important, but deeper questions are
being raised with that
mode of operation.

This winter, instead of looking 
outside for a subject, I accepted
an internal invitation to capture 
spaces within my home. As I relaxed 
into the idea subjects came to me 
without much effort. 

Chairs have been a frequent part of  
the process, but not an intent. When 
I think of a chair it can say 
come sit, as easily as it can 
speak to a closing departure. 

There are many old chairs in my home, 
each with a history only partially 
known to me. This chair has been in 
my family for a long time. Beautiful, although
it's one upon which I rarely sit. And as 
much as it has an invitational nature 
perhaps I haven't felt quite welcome. 

Yet, here it is in front of me.
Meeting me, where I am, in my painting
saying "come sit".