How can I not be inspired when I look at a picture like this that I took last summer? Line, color, texture. . . what more could I need? Beats me. Yesterday I spent the rainy early part of the day applying paint and more paint to the piece I have started. In the end, after a couple of hours, it was right back to where it had started. . . I scraped everything off. What a waste of time and paint. Or call it learning what not to do. I spent the sunny second half of the day looking for some out-of-print books at the secondhand book store, with no luck. Spring must be here. . . last night my neighbor and I had our first gab session on the porch out back, although we wrapped ourselves up in quilts and blankets to keep warm and we only lasted about an hour. Part of today will be filled with yard work; I don't think I can put it off any longer. And I'll try again on the painting. . . perhaps while I'm doing mindless yardwork, a thought will float into my head on how to finish it.
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5 comments:
good morning Mary - this is a fabulous photo - man I wish I could paint like this! - don't feel alone on the art front - as I learn these oils, I make mud.....
Maybe you need to relax and take the pressure off yourself. Forget about painting for a few days --- work in the garden, cook something fabulous, or just curl up with a good book and a cup of tea. Inspiration strikes when you aren't forcing it.
Happy Easter Mary.
amazing photo! you have such a good eye.
Jeane, I wish I could paint like this, too. And I am scared of oil paints. Are you enjoying your experimentation?
Karen: Yeah, I need to get away. But I couldn't cook something fabulous if Rachel Ray and Martha Stewart were in the kitchen with me.
Leslie, thank you; I hope your Easter as peaceful and good.
Seth: Thanks a bunch.
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