Tuesday, 23 March 2010
My angry blue daisies
I'm not entirely happy with this - but what's to do? I guess it says just where I am.
I practise and practise my strokes, and then I think: I'm ready to do this.
And I take out my canvass, and I get out the paints, and I load my brush, and . . . .
... it looks nothing like my practice strokes!!!
I think of these as my angry blue daisies. They were meant to be soft and flowy and not-really-there.
But they turned out angry. Perhaps, I was, too? But I didn't really know it.
Perhaps painting is like writing. In the strokes, as in the words, what you really feel comes out - and it is there for those who know, to see.