I felt the need to do a triptych so I picked up three 22×28 canvases this weekend. But having them all on the easel makes me second guess myself. It’s taller than me.
I’m going to need a wicked playlist to tackle this beast.
I’ve noticed something about myself, I’m obsessed with canvas edges. A painting isn’t complete until I am happy with the edges. The color, transition and drama of them gives me enough courage to call a work complete. Weird? Probably.
This one just kind of happened at lunch today. I just kind of happen to love it.
Do you ever spend two hours on a painting and stand back and wonder if it looks different at all?
We’ve been camping a lot, and I’ve been snapping shots of the scenery to use as inspiration. I love the bright green moss, how it glows.
Sometimes being in my studio is about sitting quietly with myself.
I went from a week long dry spell to a manic paint fest today. It’s a wee bit stormy in here. I’m thinking it’s time to invest in a bigger water container.
This mandala kept me busy while in a slump and I completed it today while waiting for my canvas textures to dry.
I spent my lunch putting some texture on canvases to paint later. One is a new canvas and one is an old one I am reusing. The worst part is waiting for them to dry so I can paint them.
It’s staring at me. Perhaps I should attack it and get it over with.
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