I’m still trying to do some art every day, and so far so good! Yesterday, rather than start a new, smaller painting I took a painting I had done a couple weeks ago (and was not happy with in the least) and transformed it. I started by turning it into an underpainting. I blocked in the colors I wanted and then painted over it with rubbing alcohol. I just love doing that. Today I went back downstairs and tried my hand at impressionism. Not only did I transform the painting, but the painting transformed me.
Monet is my favorite artist. I’ve always loved his style and his eye for color and light. Until now it’s been a challenge for me to let go of trying to recreate exactly what I see and paint what I feel instead. This is my first step. I’m actually quite pleased with how it turned out considering what it looked like before I gave it a second chance. I purposely chose a time when I didn’t have a lot of time to paint so that I’d have to keep my painting fast and loose. I’m really glad that I did because I’m feeling a little bit more confident to give this impressionism another shot tomorrow.
I’ve written before that art is an excellent therapy. When you’re involved in creating you can express yourself and work through garbage that could be very difficult to express in words. You can take something ugly and use that ugly to create something beautiful, all while taking a step or two toward healing. There’s no right or wrong with art. It doesn’t judge you. It simply is. All you need is a pencil or pen and some paper and you’re good to go. If you’re lucky and have little ones in the house borrow their crayons and go to town. I think you’ll be glad you did.
Now, I need to find a good reference photo for tomorrow’s painting. Here’s hoping I can stay on track!