
I had every intention of posting yesterday. I essentially painted two paintings, or I should say the same painting twice. I wiped it twice. Leaving me with nothing to show for my efforts except frustration, and in true dramatic and tortured artist form, doubting my pursuit of being an artist.
I sometimes wonder what happens in those moments when a painting just refuses to be painted. Looking back at my subject matter I realized it just wasn't my normal choice of perspective or composition and I wonder too if that was a factor. I suppose there are many factors that could come into play that would help justify my failure to produce a painting I was happy with.
This morning, by chance, I read a timely excerpt from the book "What We Ache For" by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer In essence, we do the work. Every day. As much as possible. We learn by doing and that often times means failing. We have to be willing to fail and accept that we will fail. We need to keep at it, keep doing the work and the brilliance will emerge. If we quit, we will never find that brilliance. It's easy to give up in our frustration but as artists we know we thrive on coming to the canvas picking up the brush and we can't stay away.
So this morning after reading, taking a walk to connect to my inspiration, choosing another subject and giving myself permission to fail, I painted. And it went much more smoothly.
Tulips
6x8 oil on canvas panel
$100 + $12 s/h
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