This past February, when I was at Art Central for 2 weeks with our little group of 3 called "Quite the Spectacle", I used some of the time when customers weren't in the studio to do some painting. One day when Diane Kinahan was painting there as well (in silence with me since I had laryngitis) I did about 10 wee paintings, all with little words or quotes on them.
Because sometimes sentences float into my head and I have to put them down somewhere. That's where the sentence on this painting came from, and I resonate with it so much that I am keeping the original. It's not big. Only 4" x 6". And some may call it "craft" because it's so small and has cut up words on it. But I don't care. I love it. I love the transparent yellow. I love the white that doesn't quite obliterate every other colour underneath, I love the neon green peaking through.
And I love the sentiment. Because I do that. I race ahead in an effort not to be left behind, and then I see what I've missed from racing ahead. Silly, I know. But I still do it.