As I looked at this painting at various stages I realized I thought it was precious. That is a wonderful thing when talking about time with my kids, date night with the hubby, or a girls night out my friends. Those types of things are precious. My painting is not nor should it be!
It sat at this point for a while. I didn’t like it much and had no real spark with it.
Since it wasn’t precious I had no problem smearing paints around and making various random marks.
This is when the trouble started. I started to really like parts of it and it was becoming precious to me. My ideas dried up. I felt frozen for fear of “ruining” it. Thinking it is precious was in my way so I decided to try something big on it…Nothing happened. Frozen. Trying to think of something big or perfect just left me frozen.
So I thought small. I grabbed a black paint pen. Only I was too stiff, too in my head. So I went left handed and closed my eyes and started drawing. The most important part is that it got me interacting with the painting instead of just looking at it.
When I opened my eyes, I thought, “boy this is ugly with all these black lines” which is a good thing for me I am learning because now I was willing to take a risk and try something on it. I smeared paint on with my fingers, used a brush to make shapes and lines, and began to cover up some areas and leave parts peeking out.
So here is where my work in progress is at for now. I added a bit of drippy paint, a few dots, and more paint. I am liking where it is going and just parts are feeling precious. Before I am finished with this I imagine it will have some more ugly phases and more precious phases. Don’t know where it will end up but I will just trust my muse…