Thursday, January 15, 2015
My obsessive nature is getting the best of me. I repainted my last painting YET AGAIN. It's heavy from all the layers of paint underneath. I kept going back to it on my easel, and it just seemed static to me. It needed life and it needed even more color. I loaded up my brushes and went at it again.
A new blog follower (Hi Phyllis) told me that an artist friend of hers would share other artists' works on her blog, along with her own paintings. I love this idea, especially since I often have someone else's work on my mind as I'm developing my own paintings. Recently, I've been admiring Joan Mitchell's work, and I think it impacted today's piece quite a lot. Here is an example of her work:
As you can see, Joan Mitchell was an Abstract Expressionist. She painted nature in such a free and colorful way, I never get tired of looking at her paintings. She once said, "If I could paint like Matisse, I'd be in heaven". For my part, if I could take a drop of the excitement and spontaneity of her paintings and put them into mine, I'd be in heaven too.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
I don't know about other painters, but I often paint many versions of a painting underneath the final layer. The painting may appear to be spontaneously done, but oftentimes, there are layers of false starts, frustration, and anguish underneath.
I thought it might be amusing to share with you the underlayers of "Abstracted Flowers II". Here they are:
With the next layer, I brought all those twigs together, but went overboard with the darkness. I started to paint in some white roses, but it was starting to feel too stiff and formal.
When things aren't working, I grab some vivid tubes of paint and pile it on. I have to smile when I see the difference between my first and final versions. I'm in love with color, so I should just follow my instincts in the first place. I'd save a lot of money on paint if I did.
Friday, January 2, 2015
Creativity can be very fickle.
Since coming home from the holidays, I've been in my studio every day, struggling to bring a certain painting to life. It refuses to budge, and I leave the studio every day frustrated and down. Seems the harder I try to get this painting to work, the further it gets away from me.
Today, I decided to try a new course of action. I put the old painting away and took out a floral that I had started months ago but never finished. I started to paint with happy abandon, and this painting cooperated with me! It may not be to everyone's taste, but I was able to let the paint flow without over thinking it. I feel like I'm out of my creative rut, and that is indeed a good feeling.