Monday, August 3, 2009
Creative Therapy: A Dream Come True
Not the painting, silly, you! Painting this weekend was so frustrating, but your responses to my quandry, were so helpful. When I started blogging, just over a year ago, I had no idea what the purpose of an art blog was. I soon discovered that it's the relationships that you form based common interests. Then, something amazing happens, and you start to care about these people that you've never even met in person, and then, lo and behold, you have new frends. So many of you have much more experience than I do, and I learn so much from you, but, more importantly, I just like sharing things with you: art, experiences, words. Saturday you helped me regain my perspective and helped me start having fun again. I took your advice yesterday and just played. After making a postcard, which you can see below, I went back to my painting and played with that too. First, I slapped a bunch of turquoise paint on in the upper right and lower left corners. I thought it looked harsh and didn't add anything good to the composition, so I covered it with gesso. Then I used a Sharpie to add some black scribbles in some flat spaces. I don't think you can see them, but up close and in person, they might actually add a little interest. I also layered on some pages of old books (Babar, in fact) because I used some book pages in the first stage of the painting, and like the text, but all the paint and gesso obliterated it. I also liked the magenta tones of the flowers in the lower right corner, so I added more of this color in the upper left. I like it, but I think that there might need to be some transition between the crimson and the red violet. What do you think? Has it gotten any better? What does it need now? My mother used to use a couple of words to describe me when I get in a determined mode. The nicer one of the two was "relentless." The other one was "hell-bent." I think the second adjective most accurately describes how I feel about this painting right now. A couple of times in the last two days, I've almost just put it away and decided not to finish it. I don't know what point there is to it. I don't like it, but I think I should work through this. As my dear friend and muse Kim, the Queen Of Arts, told me, "They can't all be mistresspieces." I'm pretty sure I'm learning something from the this process, but, even if I'm not, I just too stubborn not to finish it. Hell-bent, in fact.