Sister artists at work having the ultimate fun
Sister artist at work: sometimes I waver
I love doing my morning scribbles but sometimes I waver and crash. Then, as all artists know, one solution is to draw the crash. Guess I was getting too cocky about the joy of doing one bad drawing per day, day after day. Today I just did it. I always just do it. And nobody demands it, nobody at all. It was silly and it was fun.
My sister, artist Lesley Evans, is a painter, a real painter who has exhibitions and sells out. But her attitude to creative work is uncannily like mine. She loves it up to her elbows, loves the process, loves the doing. She is always experimenting with new techniques and I’m always excited to get glimpses of her thinking and learning along the way. Any life with Lesley in it is endlessly interesting and fun fun fun.
Imagine my surprise at getting this photo last night: a fabulous painting of herself at work. This is Lesley just the way we know and love her.
Self portrait of my sister artist at work by Lesley Evans
By the way, Lesley can and does draw extremely well in the traditional sense, unlike me. I never improve, but she understands anatomy.
A painting that does what a poem does: show you yourself
This is one of the glories of poetry: a poem can show you yourself. It may express your feelings or thoughts, may use words in a memorable way to express something that you have long felt but never articulated successfully. It’s so affirming.
This crazy painting does the same for me. I see my sister having one helluva good time all alone with the tools of her trade. And I see me. She gets me!
It’s only 10:36 and it’s already a happy happy day for me. Does this make you happy too?
You and your fabulous sisters… how special to be able to share this. X
You get it. Thanks
Both of you are very talented.
Talent is pure luck. What we share is a dogged, curious, bold, joyful approach to all sorts of activities. I don’t think I have ever been able to teach this, but it’s hugely liberating if you are lucky enough to get infected with this bug.
That is wonderful.
Unless there is a miracle in the oven
I won’t be trying to raise dough again
In a gadget
Or for that matter getting a mess
That’s not like the mess of mixed media
I’ll stick to what seems best
Cake!
Catherine, who up to about six weeks ago, hadn’t made many cakes for decades, let long run her finger down a recipe card. Yes I made bread in the gadget, but I never had much success. Today, I (will I didn’t it seems) followed a recipe to just create the dough…
Well I do hope you are having fun: top priority!
I’m pretty happy in my bubble. Always have been, mind you. It’s when the bubble bursts I struggle. But friends and family – and husband – are my saving grace. They keep me grounded so that I don’t float away in my own bubble; which is often my preference, but I do acknowledge that solo flying can be dangerous.
You picked the right family, it seems.
so very cool!
I love your sister’s painting. Which birth order is she and which you in that line up of girls?
I’m number three and she is number five. We are who we are🤔
As the oldest I am always thinking about birth order!