The Art & Poetry of Mary Coleman

I wrote a love poem today. The line that came to me yesterday was “Love is a sentry marching in repetition” so I scribbled that down and then this morning when I woke up, I wrote the rest of the poem. It shows a darker side to infatuation I think, the destructive side of love, something I have experienced in the past.

The daily drawing was actually relaxing. I’m really getting into this idea of not pressuring myself to make fine art and just scribbling something in the morning after I write my poem. It’s more of an afterthought to the poetry. I can honestly say I had fun doing this drawing, and it felt good while I was doing it, not the usual anxiety I get while making art. Maybe this is the beginning of healing from the maladaptive perfectionism that plagues my painting practice.