Hello everyone and happy Monday! Thanks for stopping by. As usual, I have a painting to share with you today. Actually I have two, because I am hoping that showing two mediocre paintings is equal to showing one really good one. Probably not my best logic but it's all I've got right now. Real talk guys, I have been kind of struggling with my art this week. It isn't a problem with motivation, it's more of a struggle to get my creative juices really flowing. To be honest, I've had a lot on my mind this week pertaining to my upcoming move to Portland, and it is definitely affecting me in the art making department. It's frustrating but also a reminder that I need to take a breath, relax, and accept that I can't figure out all of the details right now. Painting has always been my time to de-stress and do what I love, and I want to keep it that way. I'm not doing myself or my artwork any favors by allowing a racing mind, distraction, and worry to take over.
On that note, I figured I would show you a couple things that I worked on this week, even though I am not super thrilled about either. For a second I wanted to be a baby and not show you these pieces but I think to be a good artist you have to be honest. Part of that honesty is accepting and admitting that not every painting is going to be perfect. All I can do is learn from them and move on.
This first piece was made with gouache and obviously used by ruler a lot. I like the geometric patterns but just overall don't love the final outcome. I think the color scheme is throwing me off a bit. I could try and paint over some areas but to be honest I'd rather just set it aside and move onto something new.
This next piece caused me some grief. The first image you are seeing is how it looked on Saturday morning. The second image is how it looked on Sunday afternoon. Obviously it went through a lot of changes. On Saturday, I was staring at this painting and about ready to have a temper tantrum about how much I didn't like it. Specifically the dark brown background. My mom witnessed my diva moment and talked a little sense into me. She basically said I had two options. I could either do nothing to fix it, or I could try and fix it and risk ruining it even more. Neither option sounded amazing to me but I figured there would at least be something to be said for not giving up. So that's what I did, I tried to fix it.
This is how the painting ended up. I started to "fix" it by painting over all of the dark brown background. From there, I just started adding dots. I told myself not to question my instincts and my instincts were telling me to let out a little aggression. Maybe aggression is a strong word to be associated with polk-a-dots but basically I just didn't want to be so controlled at that moment. I didn't want to use my ruler or try to be symmetrical. I don't know if I would call it "fixed" or not, but it did feel good to paint some messy dots. While I don't absolutely love the final product, I don't regret not giving up on the piece. I'm glad I tried something new and if nothing else, at least my mom likes it.
Thank goodness for a new week and a new mindset. Also, thank goodness for my mom.