Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Last Stroke

Like a kid tagged in freeze tag, my arm halts in mid-air. The work cries for that one last brushstroke. But I can’t do it. Not yet. I don’t know when I’ll be ready. I don’t care how long I have to walk around the easel, stubbing my toes on it. The last stroke could be the one that makes it a masterpiece or a tragedy.
Photography by Matthew Adamson




Aly 

Saturday, January 28, 2012

What's The Focal Point of Your Art/Life?

photography by Matthew Adamson

Like a life, every good piece of art has a focal point. When I started The Art of My Life six years ago, I thought my focal point was my blog—for about a month. Then, whatever relationship I was in, my career. Finally, I found my focal point in the Divine. What’s yours?
Aly 

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Before Its Time


photography by Matthew Adamson

Have you ever had a painting or relationship that was snatched away before its time? What do you do with the agony left in its wake? I don’t want to waste my suffering. Or worse, distill it down to bitterness.
Aly

Friday, December 30, 2011

Replication is Freaking Good Read!

I usually stick to art, but I had to tell you about a crazy fantastic book I read recently.


Replication makes cloning sound real. Riveting characters grabbed me from the start and never let me go with romance, suspense, and exotic settings. Even the bad guys felt real. I will absolutely read another Williamson title.

If you hate it, well, I can't help it if you have lousy taste in literature. I only hope your artistic sensibilities are better. I'm just sayin'...





Goals for One Person--Yourself!

You can only have goals for one person in life—yourself—because you are the only person you can control. You can hope your friends make good choices, but ultimately, it’s up to them.
Aly
                            photography by Matthew Adamson  

Thursday, December 29, 2011

My Personal Disaster Etched on My Soul


photography by Matthew Adamson
So, I made a wrong stroke. I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway because I wanted to. Now the picture is ruined. I suspected I’d already screwed it up a long time ago, but now sunlight gleams on my personal disaster. It doesn’t matter what I do with the canvas, it’s etched on my soul and will always live inside me.
Aly 

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Simplicity or Complexity, What's Your Preference?

Simplicity or complexity, which is preferred in art or life? I just chose simplicity, and now I desperately want complexity. What’s your take?
Aly

photography by Matthew Adamson