I recently attended the Gallery event of Master Painter, John Grimball at the Art Affair Gallery Lakeway. The gallery is so tres chic and beautiful as to merit a separate discussion, but for the moment I can’t get John’s canvases out of the eye of my mind.
As a writer, I need to step away from my little writing world and experience new art, new perspectives and inspiring events. The whole “all work and no play makes Steve a dull boy” preventative sanity check; which is cured by the muse of other artists. The mastery of other inspired hearts expands my mind and clears my soul. This is good for my writing. This is good for me.
I write novels about strong and powerful women. The women, however, are not ‘mannish’ in the slightest. These are women in charge of their femininity and understand the value and strength found in being ‘Woman’.
My novel “Women Lost In War” has a great synopsis on the back cover:
“A woman exists always, but a mother is made only the moment her baby is born.”
Certainly, I create strong, vibrant and beautiful female characters because that is what is within my heart. I like the feminine. This not in just an artistic, nor even simply as behavior just as a man, but rather as deep part of the balance of life. I find women compelling far beyond the crude fabric of sexuality.