Can't help but be a little impressed with myself and the garage renovation. It's still a little hard to believe I'm done. I finished Thursday night and then the studio tour was that following weekend. That's why it's all done up so pretty with all of my friend Meredith's wonderful pottery. I still haven't actually christened it by hanging out and knocking out some paintings yet though. Something about the process of putting all my paintings up on the walls and seeing it all together, explaining what I do to so many folks, I feel like I need to take my paintings in a new direction.
It's a failing of a lot of self taught artists that I've seen where they strive too much to be realistic. It's a trap that I'm pretty sure I've fallen into. I can work from a photo, and come pretty close to what's there, but what am I saying with paint that the photo didn't say in the first place?
I'm also in a weird state of mind in general. Little bit of a funk? Winter's closing in on us. I'm getting older. Blech. This is also the down side of the way I work. Furious chunks of time where I'm very productive, followed by breaks where I do something else. But if the time between stretches out a little too far and it's as if I'm suddenly shy in front of the canvas, afraid that I've forgotten how to paint.
This would seem like a great time to finish the novel I've been slugging away at for so freaking long. Eh. I'll be like this for a while, till I get frustrated enough with myself to do something amazing and then I'll get back in the swing of it all I hope.
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