I have always had a vivid imagine. When I was 3 years old my mother found me sitting on our back porch in a lively conversation. Curious, since she saw no one else around, she asked who I was talking to. (According to her) I replied, "Googie". When she inquired further , I explained , "My friend "(Duh!) As I grew up, she reminded me, more often than necessary, of my imaginary friend. Often, to my horror, in company of others. But, I digress.
I have carried that imagination with me to this day. (Googie being long gone.) Now with my painting I try to interpret my thoughts onto paper or canvas. Often there is failure communicate. Somehow the vivid visions I see mentally, never make their way to the canvas quite as I as I first imagined. If only my talent was as good or even better, than my imagination. If only that were not the case.
Why am I not able to mentally teleport the creations in my mind to the blank canvas. Take the colorful image of a row of women in Medieval head wear. When I attempt to paint what I envisioned, the product looks akin to something a kindergartner would produce. That leaves me with the options of (A) scrap the project, (B) wipe the canvas and try again, or (C) interpret my thoughts into a very primitive rendition. One question: Did Picasso have this problem?
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