I love the art created by David Zinn, but I’m even more delighted by his vision. When most people look at the place where the wall meets a sidewalk, they see the weed growing. The fastidious among us might bend over and pull the weed, or think that the weed should be sprayed with weed killer.
David Zinn sees a rabbit wearing a ‘delicious’ tutu, practicing a dance pose. And he stops to draw the sweet rabbit so that others can share his vision.
This is what makes me remain hopeful. I love sharing the same planet as a man who thinks like this.
I just love it that people will create a new art form, then others will look at it with fresh eyes, turn it on its ear and build something entirely different. Each person looks, sees it differently, considers other possibilities, decides to add a new focus, another medium, a unique style.
I go back and look at the same art form I thought was wonderful the first time I saw it, finding that it has GROWN since I found images the last time. It’s become even more interesting, more creative….
I love living on this planet where human imagination is limitless!
Each time I go up to my art room, I’m filled with the desire to make something I like. My head starts working overtime, swirling with the possibilities of what I can play with.
Lately I have been playing the game of, “Cleaning up my Art Room.” What this ACTUALLY means – unless someone is coming who wants to SEE it – is that I START gathering things up to clear off my drafting table and quickly get caught up by an idea for making something. “Cleaning” drops off quickly as I get out even more things in order to play.
Yesterday the cleaning up stopped as I started a new group of earrings. I found some things I want to try, plus I have a couple of new shapes, so I spent about half the afternoon up there, first painting one side of the earring shapes, letting them dry, then painting the second side. Last night I sprayed the glaze fixative on the side that was ‘up.’ This morning I sprayed the second side. Today I’ll do a bit more work on them in the art room, and then bring them downstairs, here to the office, where I put them together.
I love the fact that I have enough supplies to try a lot of things, ‘dwelling in the possibilities.’ Even though things never turn out the way I envision, my time in the art room is priceless. Possibilities abound. I can escape from any stress. I can lose myself in the joy of the game, ‘What If…”