Secret Places

Secret Places

Can I just remind readers of this blog that this is a secondary blog leading from my main blog. I had assumed everybody was aware of this, but my daughter yesterday informed me that she did not even know of the existence of this blog. She has only ever been reading my other blog Ralph I try to make some sort of connection between the two.

This painting I called, “Secret places of the mind.” To clever by half I think. It is a textured artwork on a very large canvas. I painted it when I was in one of my deep a pensive periods. Aware that there was me, that the outer world saw day in and day out, and then there was that inner me with all my inner thoughts.

Today on my other blog I was sharing some of the thoughts I had yesterday about people refusing to take the blame. I used this painting because I think it also asks that same question.

I am often very protective of that inner me. That protectiveness could so easily result in my passing the buck for my failures onto so many other things.

We all know the saying, a bad workman always blames his tools. The artist who has a million excuses why he does not paint is playing the same game.

When I look again at this painting, as I have done this morning, I am not at all surprised it has not sold.

Rather than blame it I will lay the blame where it should be, right on my own desk.

I hope you the thoughts of have today are happy thoughts. I hope they make you smile.



This blog is linked to my other. It Wisnae Me !