This is a painting that I have been working on; flowers in a sunny setting. When I am looking at the piece on the easel in the studio, I say that it is done. I am happy. Satisfied. Anymore work on it would take it beyond what I am doing with the image or colors. But then, oh then, I take a picture of it to post and it feels undone. This may be showing back up in my blog as a changed composition later on.
When I work on a piece, it sits on my easel or a tabletop or windowsill in the studio and I run at it in spare moments and paint here, there, add a line, place a color, until it says done. Sometimes a piece will linger for months and months, as the thought of its completion is in my head from morning to night. In moments both expected and unexpected, the right final marks, color, texture or image will pop into my head and I will be able to finish the piece.
What I do know for certain is that the flowers in this painting will become charms in the near future.
I have had the sweetest most relaxing day here at home. I had the entire place to myself!! Now that is so rare, I could not figure out what to do first! It was even a pretty day and the house was surrounded by new mown lawn, weeded flower beads and blooming wall flowers and daffodils.Blessings all!
2 comments:
I love this! That's it, that's all.
I feel the same way about songs that I write - sometimes they come out all in a rush, but most of the time they come in dribs and drabs - a line here, a chorus here, a chord here, until one day I play it through and it feels finished.
I'm glad I'm not the only one out there whose creativity sometimes draws out for months.
:)
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