I came across a YouTube video the other day titled "Is Your Red The Same As My Red"

 
     It's a question I've wondered about for a long time. It's also one that will likely never be answered. Your perception of what red is could be vastly different from mine. Yours could actually be a color that my brain can't even comprehend. I suppose that everyone could have their own unique perception of the color red (and every other color). I've also got a theory that everyone's favorite color, whether it's red, green, yellow, or whatever color, is the exact same. That the hue that my mind perceives for red, a favorite color of mine, could be the same hue that your mind perceives for the color green, which is your favorite color (for the sake of argument. I'm not gonna tell you what color to like). I'm fascinated by theories like this. Something that makes me think. Hopefully outside the box. I wonder if the colors black and white are in the same category. I suspect that a lot of artistic choices made by the great masters were influenced by their perceptions of color. Something to think about. Anyway, here's a new painting:

"Soon There Will Be Rain"

  It's kinda odd that the painting I chose to put on here happened to be an abstract-ish painting that started with a picture of a brain. Circle of life, or some such. My head's starting to hurt. I'm gonna go draw.

I Wonder What It Would Be Like

  It's been a kinda rough week. Money's tight, my gout is acting up again, my house is losing the battle against summer's last round of high temperatures, I haven't had nearly enough time in my studio. I was thinking how nice it would be if I didn't have to stress over bill paying, money earning, decision making, home repairs, all the little things that go in to my every day existence. Then I wondered how it would affect my art if I had no stress. If all the bad and/or uncomfortable things that have ever happened to me had never occurred. Could such a person create art that had any real meaning? I'm sure I would be a much different person. Could you even have a sense of humor if you'd never had to suffer? I find it odd how little things can have such a big effect. Sometimes I finish a painting and think "wow! that really came together!". I was thinking how many things have to come together, just right, for a great piece of art to be created. It depends on my mood, the subject, the colors I choose (which are probably influenced by my mood, although sometimes influenced by the quantity of paint that I have), whether or not the background is pure white, pure black, or some abstract combination of colors. Sometimes the music that put on plays an important part in the finished product. I suppose it's a wonder that all these things ever come together. Maybe that's what makes a great artist, the ability to channels all (or most) of these things together to create a masterpiece.

"View Renew"

   I started to paint over a painting that I just didn't think had what it needed. I had just smeared some color over it to get a new start. I could see the face peering out at me. I made a few adjustments to the nose, repainted the lips and eyes, and all of a sudden it was done. I'm not saying this is my best ever, but it is a good example of all the things that come together in my art. If I hadn't been so unhappy with the result the first time I would have never been able to get the finish result.