I don’t expect anyone will recognize this painting, even though I posted it a couple of weeks ago. I wasn’t particularly enamored with it, but I needed something to post, and it was the best I had at the time. This being a blog chronicling my growth as an artist, I will explain what I did, and why.
So here is a photo of the “original” painting. I had seen enough in it to set it aside, although “finished” wasn’t what I was going to call it. I knew if I found my way I would go back and change it. It was good enough, even if I found it boring, for me to give it a title. The only part that seems to have been spared is the blue bit that is bleeding into the ivory on the bottom. Now on the top.
Normally when I’m done with something I am done with it. Even if I know I can improve it, I just can’t muster the enthusiasm to go back in and change it. I have a painting hanging in my hall that has these two red blocks side by side that drive me nuts every time I see it, and still, it has been hanging there for a year and I haven’t gone in and fixed it. I suspect I will just paint over that entire piece when I need something to do one day. I’m not in that place anymore, mentally, and I don’t really want to be. I much prefer where I am now.
I try not to get too attached to my work. Yes, it does express who I am at the moment of creation. I think all my work does that. But a year later, am I still that person? I’m at a point now where I’m ready to paint over a pile of work because I now see it as mediocre. A good learning exercise, yes, but not that great as art.
Now that it’s mid-July and the countdown is on, I know I’m not going to have time to write a post for all the paintings in this show. I may not really have time to post at all. I have a mere 6 weeks before my kitchen reno starts (yes, a month before a show we are ripping out my kitchen. Just to add a bit more pressure). I better get on with my large works, because of course, they take longer. I can fit the remaining small boards in between. Just noting that I only have 6 weeks makes my tummy a little queasy. Nothing like a deadline to get ya moving… right?