Introducing my painting:
"Got a Long Way to Go But This Is a Start."




copyright: Amy Glasscock

 

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August 25, 2020.

I have always loved trains because my grandpa loved them and my grandparents lived right by the train track. Whenever we heard the whistle we would always go outside through the screen door and count the cars as they went by. Another reason I am fond of them is because they seem so strong and symbolic of so many things that I admire, like hard work, human ingenuity and moving forward even when it's difficult. Trains also remind me of all the special times with my family when we drove west from Texas on many traveling adventures. The trains were always there, weaving in and out of the uniquely beautiful American landscape as I stared out the window of our car for many hours in the days before cell phones and ipads existed, when there wasn't much else to do but take in the beauty and count the cars.

This painting began not only when the Corona virus pandemic started to get crazy here in the U.S. but it also happened at a critical moment of change in my life where I needed to have something to look forward to. For me it helps to say, "Well if this doesn't work out then I will do this other thing." And this painting was part of the other thing. And so as the plan A's and plan B's faded, I opened up my oil paints and made an 8 foot long canvas and began to paint something that would remind me of all of my fond memories, but also remind me of the uphill nature of life that exists strangely intertwined with the beauty of it all. The hardships are not seperate from the beauty you see, it all happens at once somehow. And so I made a big giant long painting because I wanted the train to feel long enough that maybe I could feel compelled to start counting the cars as I look at it and think about moving forward.

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"A  painting lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes
of the sensitive observer.  It dies by the same token.  It is therefore a
risky & unfeeling act to send it out into the world."
-Tiger's Eye Magazine 1947.