There are days when I don't know who I am or where I am. Yesterday was one of those days. So, I just did. Now this is about art, and not about my personal life, or my ability to reason. Things are OK in those categories. But art as metaphor for life implies I continue in my quest to know. Sometimes I wish I had continued to be a scientist, as that was an activity where I observed elements exterior to myself, rather than interior to myself. Seems easier somehow. The ocean is in front of me, not within me; it's easier to observe that way. This life as artist is very confusing. I am trying to take my time; not to hurry. Sometimes I think it was fortunate that Vincent van Gogh was unable to sell his art. It forced him to be his most important critic and his own audience. Yes, difficult and stressful, but it did lead to profound self-reflection. Consequently van Gogh's art speaks clearly, loudly, and personally, which, in terms of art, is the stuff of greatness!
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