I Blame Mary Jane


My latest issue of Mary Jane’s Farm came in the mail yesterday and while flipping through the pages, I ran across a picture of a chicken painted on an egg cup.

It was just the sort of chicken that I would like to paint about 50 or 60 times, as I find I am wont to do.

For some reason I feel the need to apologize for this obsessive behavior.

Obsessiveness scares me. It does not fit nicely into my first born responsible paradigm of life. But somehow, in my creative life, obsession seems to come with the territory. I try to fool myself that I haven’t knitted scores of little pouches with beads knitted into the flaps by pointing out that they are all different colors, so they are not REALLY the same thing. Ditto with the hens… the many many hens….


ten hens

In the Art world, the idea of an artist doing a ‘study’ to learn certain skills by painting the same scene or group of objects over and over is quite normal. But I’ve always had an uneasy relationship with anything that begins to look like a rut or …. well…. obsession.

I mean, look at what Webster’s says about it..

”  a persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling…”

”  a state in which someone thinks about someone or something constantly or frequently especially in a way that is not normal…”

Please notice the words… ‘disturbing’ and ‘not normal’.

I rest my case.

But I have to be honest with you that these misgivings probably won’t to deter me from painting 50 or 60 of these chickens…

I can just tell.

(That, my dear Cupcake is because you ARE inherently disturbing and not normal all the live long DAY.)

Well, at least I’m aware of it.

That says a lot about one’s mental health right there.

(I am NOT going to go there with you. You know where it leads and I don’t want the Quack to show up. I’m enjoying his extended absence.)

Never mind.

Take a look ….



Just sayin’.