“Place of Imagination”
Fall is my favorite time of year, probably because it was the time that I could put on my winter coat, fashion it as my Batman cape and get lost in the woods as if it were Gotham City.
There was a pecan orchard outside of my grandmother’s home where I would spend countless hours letting my imagination run free. The pecan orchard was a great place to play and to dream. It was a place where I learned to create amazing things from limited resources. I had many adventures climbing and falling out of the trees, making homemade bow and arrows from the branches, eating the pecans when I got hungry, and getting angry like Charlie Brown when the trees would eat my kite. My latest work is a reflection of those times.
The trees are without foliage because it indicates the fall season. The child in the winter coat is an image of what I used to look like at that time. The branch in my hand was not only a tool that I would use but it was a kind of companion that would keep me company on my adventures. The fallen tree in the middle of this acrylic painting is symbolic of obstacles in my path that through my imagination, I would figure out a way over, around or through. I hope you’ve enjoyed this glimpse into my Place of Imagination and that it will encourage you to find your place to “Unleash Your Creativity!”
I was born and raised in Greenville, Mississippi, an area well known for its cotton crops, catfish farms and blues music. A lot of my childhood was spent with my great-grandparents in the smaller town of Metcalfe and I have fond memories of those early years even though I experienced a great deal of poverty and lack. Metcalfe was where I developed most of my childhood friends and where I also had a lot of adventures. I remember riding my bike on the dirt roads for miles and often finding myself running away from the packs of wild dogs that would be on the loose. There were tall lanes in the cotton fields where I played even though I was terrified by the low flying crop dusters that would periodically soar over me.
There were a number of back-roads that my family would take when we drove to Metcalfe. Along those roads we would see tiny shacks that would be the home of multiple generations of families. My family got our start in a house very similar to these shacks, one that sat along a creek bank beside a dirt road in the country. My grandfather, Cliff Robinson Sr., lived in a home like this until his death at the age of 85.
As I spent time reflecting upon childhood memories, I decided to make one of these shacks the subject of my next painting project. After experimenting with watercolors for my very first painting, I wanted to get a feel for how acrylics would perform and hoped that I had a little more control of the acrylics than I did with the watercolors. Both experiences proved to be equally challenging and very exhilarating.
Here’s a brief video that shows the process I used to produce my 1st acrylic painting.
Until next time…Unleash Your Creativity!
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