Yesterday was a good day of painting. I felt like I was making a breakthrough with the painting I refered to as the "defiant child" in my last post. It seemed to be coming along, and making progress.
Today, not so much. I stood back at the end of today's work session. Everything about it seemed a bit off. I had a completely opposing view of it than the day before.
It's amazing how your work can do that. One minute you're thinking "Brilliant!" and a moment later you're thinking "DREADFUL!".
I get annoyed with my own "style" that seems to be inescapable...kind of like when one hears his or her own voice over a tape recorder. Your voice is your own, but it sounds all wrong, and there is no way to escape your particular quality of voice. (I do have days when I can't stand my own voice without a tape recorder - those are the days when I quarantine myself to be able to not talk without feeling like I'm being rude.)
The marks I make are uniquely my own, and they just seemed overly clumsy today. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better session.
As it is, I'm guessing that this painting will be done within about a week or so. It will feel good to have it accomplished!
