Icons
I’ve been thinking about icon painting a lot lately. The wood engravings aren’t selling and they don’t scratch an itch. Maybe that’s why they aren’t selling. They look nice up on the wall, but they feel a little soul-less. Maybe that’s because they aren’t selling.
I just signed up for an icon painting class in the spring. It’s five days long, four nights at a monastery. I’m incredibly excited. I don’t think I’ll be especially good, but I’d like to be.
I haven’t been excited about the prospect of being anything in a professional capacity for a long time. I was excited by the idea of being a father, of being a person that lives rurally, but not really of any work or skill, not for a while.
The idea of making icons, or further, of being a maker of icons, an icon painter, that is exciting. That that excitement doesn’t, or hasn’t yet, bled into my making art or sketching, does give me pause. It’s likely that I should pick up my sketchbook after this and do a bit, but I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed instead.
Maybe that means I won’t be an icon painter, or maybe it just means I’m not one right now.
Yours &c. Bozo
Yours &c. Bozo