
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.
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