Yet another Sunday morning. I don’t have a lot to say this morning, which is pretty normal when I’m very busy painting. I become very focused on the task of painting when I’m in full painting rhythm. It seems the spaces in my mind that might be filled with opinion and trivial thought become clogged with flashes of color and and other elements. I tend to set my limited mental capacity towards solving the puzzles of painting– how to make a piece that seems to be static at one stage come alive with the next or making a painting that says something with the fewest amount of detail. Solving compositional conundrums that float in the ether of my mind.
It’s an interesting state of mind, being in the painting rhythm. Like being in a location that is far removed from the realities of everyday life. Oh, I’m aware of them but my concentration is far from them.
The painting shown here, Through the Portal, from back in 2004 kind of sums up how I feel about being in this rhythm. It’s somewhat like passing through a gateway into a world comprised of my own little trees and landscapes, all easily pushed into place with a glance. The real world with all its problems is behind me and feels a million miles away. I know it sounds goofy but as I’ve stated before, if I could decribe it I wouldn’t have to paint.
So, I’ll stop trying to describe it this morning and focus on doing what I do. Being in my own little world.
Where I belong.
Redtree Times 
dear mr.myers, i don’t know if you will actually read or see this comment but i feel compelled to write it anyway. my name is bryan beebe and i am a 36 year old electrician from the wash dc area and have lived here most of my life. i have always had a love for art, be it painting, music, sculpture, ect. but what your brand of art does for me is nothing less than life changing. it was years ago that i was in alex. va meeting family for a mothers day brunch when i walked into the principle gallery to look at a painting that my aunt had just purchased when came upon the most amazing thing i had ever seen. that was your work. from the momment i began looking, my eyes were dancing around the canvas. i don’t know if it was the color or the texture of the canvas, or maybe it was just the way that one tree sat alone on that hillside prey to everything around it. in any case i feel that after all this time i should say something to you because your art has been saying something to me. i hope you read this and understand that your art is a gift to you and so many other people like me. please don’t stop. i look foward to meeting one day so i can shake the gifted hand of my favorite artist.
sincerely,
Bryan Beebe
Bryan–
Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. I am most moved by your kind words. I can’t tell you how much your words mean to me and how much they inspire me, making me want to push ahead even harder.
I look forward to meeting you. If you are in the area, I will be giving a gallery talk at the Principle Gallery on Sept. 11.
All my best——gary myers
What a wonderful comment from Bryan – what a gift.
When I read your post I thought immediately of a quotation from Goethe I’m incorporating into one of my own pieces:
Create, artist! Do not talk!
Perfect, eh?
Exactly…