My purple colored pencils, my purple paints, my purple oil pastels always seem to be the smallest…the ones needing refills. They spill over into indigo and pinks to oranges. I have to make a conscious decision in order to select another palette. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I do because I just don’t have enough purple left. I have been a artist since I could hold a crayon,I recall being not yet three years old, making life easy on my mom as I happily colored away for as long as I could.My mom was awesome, as I continued my drawings at bedtime… I was allowed to stay up drawing and coloring as long as I wanted as long as I stayed in bed. So, I would diligently assemble all my materials around me and continue my work til sleep found me. I do believe at that time I believed everything I worked at was beautiful. I am sure it was absolute pure, uncontrived expression that reflected feelings I did not even have words for. I wish I could view some of those works…but I recall well the feeling of satisfaction from them.
This painting is mixed media. I did it sometime during the winter/spring 2015. I don’t believe it is my “best work” as I am forced to look at it critically. I know I did produce it with some confidence of authentic expression,there was joy and I see it and I am content with it.
Untitled Mixed Media, approx 15 X 22 in on watercolor paper image prop. of Jane Callahan
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