Sep 5, 2011

Painting by the seat of my pants

I have been wearing these trousers for years.  When the holes in the knees got too big, I made them into a pair of shorts by cutting off the legs.  In recent months the seat of the pants have worn so thin that even I am embarrassed to wear them anymore. And so, today, I have reluctantly consigned them to the compost heap.

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life as an artist

I write about life as an artist and the challenges that this choice presents. I was born without arms in 1961 and this makes my painting demanding, my life stimulating and my choices complex. I like it like this.