Everyone who paints, at one time or another may reach a point where an image that was once crystal clear in his or her mind is now suddenly gone. Don't know where they go ... they just disappear, like lightning bugs at the end of August in Indiana. Normally when this happens to me, I set my canvas aside for a day or so, the image resurfaces in my mind and I go on to complete the painting. If it doesn't, all I ever heard to do was "forget it" salvage the canvas if you can and go on to something else.
Something about this painting was different. Something would not let me give up on it. The image was not lost, it was just beyond my reach. Just far enough to taunt me, but not near enough for me to grasp. The painting remained untouched in my studio for a while well, more like several years. Brought it home, propped it up against one wall, then another, upstairs, downstairs. Nothing. I finished several others in the interim and this one stayed behind, sadly still unfinished.
About a month ago, I don't know how or why, I happen to walk by it and in an instant, I knew exactly what was wrong and what I needed to do. I hadn't lost the image, it is much the same. I had lost my colors. The colors were silent. When in school, we were always warned not to "fall in love with our own paintings." This is of course so we could all grow up to be artists and artists, should be objective and open to "constructive criticism." Those were lovely days. I wouldn't say I'm "in love" with this painting though, and I always welcomed other artists' critiques of my work. I would say however, that I'm in awe of how much I've learned from this one small painting. Find your colors, those that speak to your heart, that move your spirit, and touch your soul and you will find yourself in the process ...and you will paint!
Something about this painting was different. Something would not let me give up on it. The image was not lost, it was just beyond my reach. Just far enough to taunt me, but not near enough for me to grasp. The painting remained untouched in my studio for a while well, more like several years. Brought it home, propped it up against one wall, then another, upstairs, downstairs. Nothing. I finished several others in the interim and this one stayed behind, sadly still unfinished.
About a month ago, I don't know how or why, I happen to walk by it and in an instant, I knew exactly what was wrong and what I needed to do. I hadn't lost the image, it is much the same. I had lost my colors. The colors were silent. When in school, we were always warned not to "fall in love with our own paintings." This is of course so we could all grow up to be artists and artists, should be objective and open to "constructive criticism." Those were lovely days. I wouldn't say I'm "in love" with this painting though, and I always welcomed other artists' critiques of my work. I would say however, that I'm in awe of how much I've learned from this one small painting. Find your colors, those that speak to your heart, that move your spirit, and touch your soul and you will find yourself in the process ...and you will paint!
6 comments:
All I can say is OMG! How gorgious!
Wow, wow, wow! This is absolutely spectacular. I see roses, seashells, beetles, and luscious fruits. All in my mind - I'm sure others will see their own cornucopia of objects. ;o) Thanks for sharing this, it's just wonderful.
I love your colors! Just what I needed to see on this snowy winter day! :)
Me encanta! está muy colorida pero también muy vibrante y emotiva. Adelante, queremos que nos sigas deleitando con tus obras. "En el poeta y en el artista existe el infinito" (Víctor Hugo), gracias por recordárnoslo!
Ceci, Que linda sorpresa. Muchas gracias!! Me alegra tanto que te guste y aprecio mucho tu comentario. Adelante? Por supuesto amiga!!
Mari, the process you describe is what happens with my poetry, at times. I love it. What happens is that the process is one of discovery and by the time the work is done is a lot deeper that what we imagined at the onset. Beautiful piece of work!!
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