Is this the stopping point? My creating sometimes becomes unending for the desire to perfect it. Are you ever befuddled by your own over-thinking?
I started a painting of dear Michael Johnson (8-4-1944 to 7-25-17) with big ideas.
My monkey mind said, “Ouu, let’s make the title of every song he ever recorded part of the painting. .. and make it bluer than blue… and…”
While trying to neatly print all the song titles behind his likeness, I heard each one of those amazing songs note by note in my memory. Which of course reminded me of when I met Michael. He was a younger brother to my first husband, Paul Johnson. When Michael returned from a year in Barcelona he came to Austin to visit us. And the adventure began… He later recorded, “The Gypsy in the Photograph,” “Ridin’ in the Sky,” “In Your Eyes,”… some songs I wrote.
Then I remembered the time he came to England and visited us at the cowman’s cottage we were living in 90 kilometers west of London. Paul and Michael’s voices were similar, when we listened to a studio recording we couldn’t tell which one was singing which part.
And in Nashville, after Michael and Sally had their first son. And… you get the idea. I have spent weeks being swarmed by a hurricane of memories. Mostly they are millions of wonderful snippets from my life.
Overwhelmed, I decided that I could never put all of that into one simple sketch or painting. Today, I looked at the incomplete picture and asked,
“What is the least information here that reminds me the most of Michael.”
It’s something he talked about for recording albums… take away what doesn’t really serve.
Someday I may again sketch MJ, he was such a charming, funny, and gifted person in so many of our lives.
This one goes to Cindy McArthur who has kept Michael’s website (mjblue.com) and his music available for years. Thank you.