Visiting Washington, DC this summer and frequenting art museums like I love to do, I stood in front of a large Joan Mitchell painting titled “Orange” shown at The National Museum of Women in the Arts. As a very visual person it’s not hard for me to hold an image of a painting in my head for a long time. I felt an overwhelming sense of Mitchell’s energy while looking at her painting. My painting is not meant to be a copy of her work, but my response to it, the energy that I received from experiencing her work. Sometimes when we go to museums I think we are too ambitious in wanting to see everything. For me seeing, truly seeing, one painting is all it takes for me to be happy that I came.
Visiting Washington, DC this summer and frequenting art museums like I love to do, I stood in front of a large Joan Mitchell painting titled “Orange” shown at The National Museum of Women in the Arts. As a very visual person it’s not hard for me to hold an image of a painting in my head for a long time. I felt an overwhelming sense of Mitchell’s energy while looking at her painting. My painting is not meant to be a copy of her work, but my response to it, the energy that I received from experiencing her work. Sometimes when we go to museums I think we are too ambitious in wanting to see everything. For me seeing, truly seeing, one painting is all it takes for me to be happy that I came.