Having a focus (referred to as an intention in the class) has been the way each painting lesson has started. Either written on a note, or on ourselves, to encourage us to remember what we are trying to accomplish.
After struggling last time, with not liking the end result, I watched the next lesson hoping for some huge change in direction.
There was a bit of a change in direction, creating cohesion, but I was still struggling with where my pieces were going, working and re-working them in my mind
It’s been a busy week around here, leaving me to sit with that struggle and think about it all for MANY days since I didn’t have the time to work it out on the canvas.
Finally, I came to a conclusion.
I don’t like the direction my paintings were going. I just don’t really like the way my collage-y canvases were shaping up.
The painting part was pure joy. The layering and papering bits, not so much.
So, I made an executive decision. I decided to “do” me.
Thats why all but one of these looks unrecognizable.
Because I painted over them. Mostly.
I’m happy again. And enjoying the process again. And I don’t feel pressure to go in a direction I just don’t like.
I returned to the joy. And I don’t feel bad about the “wasted” layers or time. Because learning what I love, what I enjoy and am drawn to, can never be a waste of time.
So even though it may seem like taking two steps backward, for me it’s one giant leap forward.
That’s ART baby! And life too, it seems.