Gotta love those happy accidents. I was out tutoring a lovely lady today (Hi Jennie), and was about 3 quarters finished my own painting when we both stepped back to take stock of our work. Suddenly a whirling sand dervish appeared and slammed my easel face down in the sand, not even budging Jennie's easel only feet away from mine. I wasn't over the moon with the work anyway so I wasn't too perturbed and after returning from washing my brushes off with water (water mixable oils) I decided to empty my water bottle over my painting to see if I could wash the sand off.
Next minute, the painting looks better than ever, and I was so much less precious about it that I attacked it without reservation and soon had this great expressionist painting sitting on my somewhat sandy easel. Thank God for happy accidents!
The next painting up the hill was somewhat more restrained, but halfway through I did take it off the easel, throw it in the grass (3 times), stamp on it a few times and drain my water bottle on it. That'll teach it!
So what's it all about? I'm simply trying to suggest objects rather than describing them, writing a poem rather than an essay, making music rather than practicing scales, letting the scene makes suggestions towards my artwork rather than dictating its terms. Above all, loving what I'm doing.
Next time you're not happy with a painting try beating it up, a bit. (Don't try this with other people's paintings).
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