On The Edge

Mary Knoblock 2003. Oil on Canvas. On The Edge.

So the name may have changed, but really paintings evolve into new names every once in awhile. Perhaps it's time, or space or traveling through life when one starts to notice the best things in life suprise you on the side. Oh life's moments are never fully exceptional right in the middle of your life, they always require some type of journey. A progression of steps towards the edge, a place around the corner when one thinks all is lost and there the treasure waits, on the edge. Either that or there's a big blue rubber ball making it's way across the surface. Hanging in Mercer Island, with a nice crisp wall with light flooding in, my painting has a temporary home for now on the edge, but right where we both belong. How would I paint any other way? Edging away my lovely art luvs, M.