John informed me tonight that hearts weren't masculine. I beg to differ.
Actually, I don't. But at the time I did.
So...conference night = long day. Boy was I tired tonight, but I needed to get some work done. And I did.
Creative Every Day entry #46 is posted...as well as a small mixed media piece I finished when the conferences died down tonight. Graphite, micron pen and a little bit of watercolor. And back to the CED...these are steadily getting more and more embellished. Go figure, right?(shown in image below, left)
Another item on the agenda for the evening...a commissioned piece that I have been working on. (also shown below) I had tentatively drawn out the figure and then tonight I just threw a Hail Mary and picked up my brushes and started to paint.
It is such a weird feeling, painting. There is the initial feeling of stress from that blank white expanse of canvas. I mean, I am excited, but truthfuly, scared. It's only paint, I can always paint over it, I tell myself. Then, once I get started, and I get in a groove and things are working, the colors are mixing well...what a great feeling. Like wearing down the tip of a pencil at just the right angle when shading. Something clicks. I usually listen to music when I paint, but when it's quiet for a second I can hear the paintbrush on the canvas and it's a sound that I love.
Then...suddenly...one paint stoke too many, one color intense and the piece is getting overworked. Step back, stop painting, look. Think. Keep working. And then you get it back, and then you lose it. It is like a dance, sometimes I am leading, sometimes the painting leads.
And I sure do love to dance.
...just a gal trying to get this art out of my soul to share with the world on a DAILY basis...no big deal...check out my ramblings!-JLG