Here’s a painting that has been stumping me. Sometimes when I’m this stumped, I abandon the project and start another one.
Success is flanked by fails in anything. I paint nearly every day so I start and finish paintings constantly. I abandon or take breaks all the time. Some paintings turn out better than I expect. Sometimes, I love a painting so much I don’t care at all if anyone else likes it. I can be a snobby art critic so this happens rarely. I am truly my hardest on me. I know when something works, usually, and I know when it doesn’t.
It’s a complicated balance/color/ depth/composition puzzle, which keeps me coming back, but always knowing the failure rate. It’s okay. I’m used to it.
Usually when I feel like something isn’t working, I do this hard to describe but simple thing.
I ask the painting.
Or, just listen without my ears because believe it or not they know better than I do what they are about.
Welcome to abstract expressionism. I personally love this part, but I know
Weird
I suddenly realized this morning that I was getting too caught up in color and composition details and had forgotten about wondering what it was all about. (Sounds like a metaphor for my life)
So today, I got the feeling that this painting is not as superficial as I’d thought, that there is a clear message for me, which I have been, I guess, ignoring.
Oh
Here’s another thing that I can’t say I’m thrilled with.
It’s about a subject I don’t like to talk about. Money.
Never have I painted any painting about money. I AVOID the subject as much as possible!
Like a mother protecting its young, I try to protect my art from commerce. I have a big metaphorical safety fence to keep the two separate.
As if money is a scary wolf and art is a weak helpless bunny.
Well, that’s a realization.
My art is not helpless And neither is money a big bad wolf
So ok
I’m paying attention.
Peace Kit 