. . . painted kindergarten colors

on this big piece that I started Saturday. It's painted flat on unstretch canvas, and I can't get far enough away from this piece to take a good shot of it. But you get the general idea. Quite frankly, I don't like this piece much. . . it's nothing like I anticipated it was going to be. . . but I guess that's quite common among artists. Sometimes the unexpected comes out better, and sometimes worse, than what you pictured when you started. I take solace in the fact that I can always cut it up into small pieces if I can't get it to work out right, or crop out and save the good parts into one smaller canvas.


I promised myself that I would put the good, the bad and the ugly on this blog when I started it. There is always something to be learned from trying, if only what not to try again. It's getting hard to put up a new piece of art everyday, because I'm in the doldrums. I should probably be experimenting which something new to get inspired again. . . small collages, small paintings, setting up my mom's etsy store. Some of the best pieces happen, for me anyway, entirely spontaneously and unexpectedly; everything goes better when I'm not trying so hard. Painting has recently become more like a job, like I must be in the studio, not like I want to be in the studio. And I really want to be outside in the garden, but even the weather has been entirely cooperative. I'm not bitching here, just the facts, ma'am.