I have been painting with acrylics for about 3 years. I was trained in oils but I was afraid of the chemicals with small children around. At some point I will go back to oils, or I was thinking of having 2 easels set up, one for acrylic and one for oil. I caught my 2 1/2 year old trying to eat fingerpaints yesterday so yes that confirmed that we are not ready for oil paints yet. I miss the richness of oils. I feel like i struggle to get the right color with acrylic. I like how acrylic dries fast so it is easier to go over the painting again. Maybe someday I will mix those 2 mediums.
I started this painting yesterday but i was really struggling with it. White objects can be hard to paint. It was one of those days where i felt like opening a window and throwing all my artwork out. I have always considered painting to be a love hate relationship. It can be so frustrating sometimes but once you get away from it you think about it later and miss it. You think of what you will work on next. I came back to this painting today. The clouds had cleared for a little while and my studio lightened up. I enjoyed fixing it. I do feel better about it but as all artists i am sure, you see what else you could fix. That's when i get too wrapped up in it and have to step back and just not look for a while. I talked to my mom last week when i was frustrated and she reminded me of how Giacometti would stab at his paintings with his paintbrush in frustration. I am not there yet.
