I’m at that point. The point of giving up.
I’ve been incredibly frustrated lately. Mainly, the ideas in my head aren’t matching up with what’s physically manifesting on my canvas.
After six months of painting abstract acrylics, I can look at this body of work and say: It’s not translucent enough (the pieces are kind of muddy in color) and they don’t really communicate a significant message to my viewer (I don’t know what they communicate!). These were some of the goals I had set for myself and I sort of fell short of them.
With that said. I’m ready to walk away. Throw in the towel. Maybe even create a giant pyre and throw all my paintings in it.
Ok. That might be a little dramatic.
I’m not feeling that bad, but I am frustrated darn it.
I am walking away, but really I’m just walking into a different room. A room filled with watercolors and paper as opposed to acrylics and canvas. My hope is that if I walk away, I can let everything I learned in the last 6 months synthesize into my brain somehow. I’m hoping with time I will be able to mentally separate the processes I liked from the ones that didn’t work for me. Or who knows, maybe with a little bit more time I can simply check acrylic-abstract-painting off my list. – Check. That one’s not for me. Let’s go try something else. That could be the case. I don’t know. Hopefully time will tell.
I do know that I love painting. I can’t quit. I won’t quit. You’ll have to pry that paint brush from my cold dead hand. I do sure hope I figure out where I shine technically before I am cold and dead. Gulp.
So here’s to another go. A different go. Wish me luck :)
No. Seriously. I mean it. Right now. I wouldn’t mind a little prayer. You could send me some positive Ju-Ju. I’m a believer of that kind of stuff. Send it my way right now I’m waiting!!!
Here were the last paintings I finished in this series:
These canvases were roughly 16×20 – 18×24.
It’s hard. I feel like I would NEVER bring one of these paintings to a gallery or art association for exhibition. Mainly because they don’t look like ANYTHING I see on their walls. Mine are playful and crazy where as everything I see there seems so serious. That definitely weighs into my cruel critique. I don’t feel like these are “show”-able.
I do have to say though, when I hang them in my house, I very much like them. They are colorful, happy and create a cheery atmosphere. That puts me in a strange conundrum. I want to make art for the world not simply for myself. Will I ever get there???
Deep exhale….. I hope so.
As we speak, my brand new set of watercolors has arrived.
My old set is probably ten years old. It’s been on rocky car rides where the pigments got mixed all together. It’s filled with cat hair, mainly because my cat won’t leave me alone! It’s a complete mess. Ta Da. A new set with new paint brushes. It’s like artist Christmas.
Well here I go. Off to give these new puppies a try! Hee Haw! Yipee!