Where is this ode pink going you ask? Well, Thursday was my first day back to my proper studio and after a big cup of coffee and a long chat with my peeps, I went to the easel and directly for the pink like a thirsty man goes for beer. I jumped in and with great joy painted two paintings of pink flowers. I guess its the girlish whimsy and romance that I love about pink but also its power.
Where did this love originate? I was a regular Barbie loving little girl but I don't think it came from childhood except for maybe my brief near worship of Pinky Tuscadero and the Pinkettes. Is it my feminist upbringing? Could be. Is it a lady like fashion statement? No. I remember a pretty pink sweater I wore once, but I now favor dark colors that don't show stains. Could it have been Bruce Springsteen and his Pink Cadillac? No, I was more of a Rosalita girl. Is it because I am surrounded by men including the dog? Maybe. Is it because I am almost 46 and I am finally allowing myself to be who I am? Kind of. My love of pink seems to be at the root of my love affair with painting, that with color I can evoke emotion. And with pink I can explore all of the above and more.