I have been a bit slack and lazy with an update well, not really lazy... just busy.
I had a frustrating painting experience on the weekend. As you know, part of my routine is to paint two to three paintings a week and list them by Sunday evenings on Ebay.
Well, I was running behind this week because of all the training I had to undergo for my new job and a bad bout of food poisoning from a Thai meal which at the time was most enjoyable!
Anyway, Saturday morning I start to feel the pressure. I decided to paint over an abstract that I was not happy with. I got to that stage that most artists are familiar with when painting - the stage of: "Continue and it's brilliant; Stop while it's good; Think you are smarter than you are and stuff it up!" I chose the latter.
At 4 O'Clock the realisation hit me (often the "hit" coincides with moment in which many artists errupt in tantrum) that I am expending a lot of energy and wasting a hell of a lot of paint.
You need to understand that by this stage I am filling up syringes and squirting the paint on the canvas expecting a miraculous recovery!!! Last time I looked I was no Jackson Pollock - and in saying that I don't even like his work so would I try his technique?
Well Billy - my greyhound - shrieked off in terror. I think he thought he was going to be baptised with a spring bath because I dragged the hose pipe out and blasted - full blast - at the painting till the paint peeled and flaked off leaving a remnant of what I had originally begun with, or should I say - the final stage of where I SHOULD have finished. An ugly canvas, dripping with faded colours which had an hour before looked like the glistening colours of a stained glass window.
"Blasting The Canvas!" Do you think it's worth trying to fix, or is it just
another lost cause from an artist's easel?