I've been drawing and painting a series of typewriters in these last few months, thinking about different characteristics of words and how we live them out--how they can sometimes become life to us as they flow out through our fingers.
I scratched out this poem a while back; it is what initially inspired the idea behind my newest painting, "Words like Love":
As she typed, the keys pulsed
like the blood through her veins.
She thought and she felt and
with her fingers.
she always meant every word.
And the machine
was more than a machine;
it was the artist's favorite medium.
he responded to her touch
like a cherished instrument
and faithfully drummed out her song.
I'm sure I'll revisit this idea and subject matter, since I seem to be obsessed with painting vintage typewriters! (It's a shame that I don't own one myself...) But I'm happy with this messy, grungy art-journal style painting with the sketchy ink drawing, etched scratches, smudged graphite and deliciously joyful splash of red and bubblegum pink! Prints are available in my Etsy shop!
P.S. I elaborated (or rambled!) a bit more about what this painting means to me here.