the sky has proven to be the most challenging, but even that is not complete
A work in progress. I think the sunflowers are too small….or there are too few of them.
The completion of a painting always just jumps up, seemingly as if out of nowhere….(but, of course, it isn’t) even thoughit is right there in front of me, telling me to stop. Don’t do that! Still, I’m always surprised when I get there. Now I miss working on this piece….tedium and all.
I don’t know what I expected when I set about to paint what should appear to be an infinite number of Barbie dolls…rolling ashore with the tide. This piece shall remain a work in progress for some time I fear, as some believe it is not Barbie, but, Lucille Ball!
I’ve been working feverishly on this – – because its SO monotonous…sometimes art is hard…and monotonous.
I’ve been wandering around doing little projects, like this little study of my grandson – who didn’t call me back. He was supposed to tell me what in the world he’d like for his 12th birthday. I threatened to send him a pink bunny suit. Still, no call. I think he’s getting a portrait. I have just realized “WHY?” I feel so blah, so uninspired. My muse, the one who used to taunt me with theoretical physics and associated things that make my brain hurt – well, he moved. I miss those talks. Ah, the fundamental knowability of nature…..
Small studies….until I think of something BIG…or not.
Arguing with my camera is getting me nowhere. I think that my camera just doesn’t have the same eye that I do…therefore the photo of the piece seems to say something entirely different from the painting. It’s the surface glare….and it’s mightily distracting. I may endeavor to solve this problem in the future. But, this is it. The bridge. To date it doesn’t have a title.
I finished my bridge today and spent more time trying to document my work (unsuccessfully) due to glaring issues. So, all I have is details….until I try again tomorrow.