lesson

lesson in patience.....i had this idea for a painting for my new kitchen and somehow in my head the vision is layered, lovely and perfect. however, (and this is where the patience comes in), my painting and my style are not ones that come in the first swing through. probably not even on the second or third-(i normally lose count)....and when i am thinking "holy cow this is ugly" and let it sit and "cook", then, somewhere deep within i hear the whisper of what to do next. what layer of color i need, or layer of ink, paper, pencil....and very slowly, i usually come to something to i like. so after a rocky start, my painting was whispering for turquoise and india ink. the ink may have gotten a little OC. can you tell?...but, i sure did have a good time. stop back...to see my kitchen painting and see what my fuss is about.

re-work

this original painting hung in both galleries that i am in but did not find another home. sometimes whispers tell me to re-work painting....which is what i am in the process of doing now. the words on the painting, were part of the original painting, and, i wanted to keep those. i was thinking i was almost finished with this and then, decided to layer the white- it was quite bold underneath. while contemplating what i had just done, i noticed the purple india ink....and decided that was needed too. 

i loved the circles, but, before they were really in your face....now, with the layering i like how the circles softly come through. i love how the purple ink ran- this particular layer was really  wet.. i will show more after letting it "cook" for another day or two. happy monday!

do what you love...

i heard that theme twice today from two very different sources and environments...i don't believe it is whispers anymore. i believe the sledgehammer is out and making sure i am paying attention apparently.

the second source was our neighbor. an older, wiser sage of a little man who has seen and done a little bit of everything. with the lovely icey, sleety weather we had today, he called asking for two loaves of bread on my way home from work....when i brought the bread over, he likes to visit. and for the second time today, i heard the words, do what you love. do not let anything stand in your way; life is short.

i can't help but wonder if i am suppose to be moving towards yet something else creatively. i am patiently waiting for the next door to open, but, beginning to feel like something is yelling at me, and i don't want to miss my sliver of an open door...