Thoughts - Norma Alonzo
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Thoughts

How much time will I get to work today? There are days that I can’t get the time in to do the thing I love to do the most paint, and boy do I resent it. It is because once I move away from painting, and into another mode of thinking my “artistic flow” has...

It is a treasure to lust for. A new shipment of art supplies has arrived. The boxes sit stacked leaning against the wall. I have yet to open them. I know in those boxes is a world of creation. This feeling of joy and expectation happens every time. It is that moment of truth. What will...

  Artists are often stereotyped as sensitive, compassionate, creative types. They are also often tagged with the possibility of madness. (We love you Vincent, but you certainly left us with some big time labels.) Thankfully over time we have come to appreciate Van Gogh’s very personal crisis as his own, and not necessarily a reflection of...