I'm having fun painting from my photographs. But soon I know I'll need a new camera. It seems this gadget is becoming more and more important to me as a painting tool.
I'm happy with this painting, but there are many mistakes in it, and places I could've pushed through some difficulty I was having-and made the painting better. That will come with time I think-just spending some hours working, working....
This part of my post is along a different line-and I hesitate to even write about it, except I think it will be a good reminder to myself.
This morning I was cruising along at Etsy, looking at stuff, exploring art there. I came across an American artist whose work at the first glance was extraordinary. Skill upon skill, good at the business end of it, successful and prolific.
But then I read her 'About' section, in which each seller at Etsy has the chance to tell the world about themselves. That's when I started to get sick. I mean, really disgusted.
This artist was a SNOB. Part of her wording-"I am not just one of those internet only Etsy "artists"..." and- "I am semi-famous..."
GAG, GAG and GAG.
Suddenly all those colors and beautiful lines on the prints and canvases melted and turned into slop. (For me.) I'm sure many people wouldn't have been affected the way I was.
As I walked around in my studio and looked out at the snow and cold and bluster of winter, I started thinking about ME.
It is too easy to go there. I mean pride.
Isn't that what we all crave in some form-the show and tell, the watch me-see what I can do? It started when we were little and doesn't end. It's scary because we all have it. It can even be hidden in an attitude of "I'm not good enough," because that too is pointed at ourselves.
I could go on, but you get the point.
Lessons in painting are not all about canvas and paint and brushes....