So I tried my hand at it, and it was fine. I painted a road of a sort going off into the distance, making it progressively narrow and embellished it, in an abstract way. So mechanically, I followed the formula and the result is just okay.
Comments from friends varied. The most amusing is that all my work stems from sexual frustration. Hey, whatever scratches their itch, works for me. As far as I'm concerned everything can be construed as sexual. At our last family gathering we discussed the merits and challenges of eating a pomegranate, and it essentially came down to "do you spit or swallow?"...(the seeds if you please) and the rest is just a titter (get it, titter, and if you do, shame on you) and a giggle.
I still think of this painting as a symbol of life's path. I painted an abstract road going off to who knows where. In reality the road ends where the paint ends near the edge of the paper. That's it. But in my perspective, that road is endless. It may have a few bumps and ruts, but it will take you to places with endless possibilities. It's just a matter of how you look at it.
Path.....Passion.....Patience.....Persistence.....Possibilities
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