Birthday and Thoughts on Being an Older Artist
I am now 69 and I have to be honest, I really do forget how old I am at times, well I just don’t think about it. Of course today I have to think about it hah! Or if I catch myself in the mirror in an unflattering angle. I don’t know that I feel that much different as an older artist as I did when I was younger. I still wake up excited about what I am going to create, and I am still interested in exploring and pushing the boundaries of what I can do. Okay, I physically cannot stretch large canvases anymore, but it’s just as well since I have no where to store them and I am not the least bit interested in trying to flog them or exhibit them. Yes, that has definitely changed. I like to create bits of art to leave for others to find, currently tiny sleeping mice. That’s the kid in me and I get a chuckle thinking about someone finding one in an odd place. I usually leave them in SOZO Chandler, Arizona coffee shops because that’s where I go the most, being a serious coffee shop bum on a d
