Art group started again last night in earnest – we learned more about painting shadows. I found the theory session very informative and learned things I didn’t know before, even although I have been playing with paint most of my life.
Before class I had selected a few pictures that I would like to paint, one of which really appeals to me. From the time I found the picture on Wednesday, I have been thinking about it constantly. It’s really going to challenge my painting skills. Once we sat down after our informative chat about shadows, I looked at the picture again, and decided that tonight I was just going to play, get my brushes wet for the first time this year, get the feel of the paint again, before I challenge myself with such a difficult picture, so with relief, I painted this still life on a bit of paper. I had so much fun with it and although it’s not finished and the shadows and lemons still need work, I had such fun just dabbling without any pressure. The real picture looks a bit better than my photo.
I am only starting to realise how much my art means to me. I have not discussed this with other artists so I am not sure if they also feel this way. Once I start thinking about painting a picture – and the process can start weeks before I even pick up a brush, I probably look at the subject 2 – 3 times a day, I think about it about 10 x a day, I plot and plan how I would mix colours to get the right effect and I probably dream about it too – all this before I even start. Then once started, I continue the mind games, checking in on my painting or photo of my painting a few times a day, puzzling over it – plotting and planning my next move. I almost become consumed by the picture and I love to play with it in my mind. It sounds like an obsession now that I write it down. Maybe it is.
Funny thing is, when its time to pick up a brush and start painting, regardless of whether I am starting a new picture, or in the middle of one, I procrastinate terribly. Strange. I don’t always understand myself. Then when I do start painting I disappear into the picture and paint for hours on end – I don’t even hear if someone speaks to me. The finished artwork probably means less to me than the process because even the “not good” pictures give me so much joy.
Now all I need to do is produce a masterpiece and cut off my ear.