When someone I hold dear, asks me for something of the arty persuasion, they truly know, not, what they do.
a) I have trouble saying that word…you know, that word, the one opposite to ‘no’.
b) I don’t, ever, ever, ever, ever do things by halves. In fact, I may be known to go, well & truly, over-board. All of the times.
Soooo, one of my teacher friends wanted a name plaque/artwork proclaiming the title of the room’s occupant.
However, maybe, just maybe, the required function of this object, may have (just a touch…) gotten way-laid; and when I say way-laid, I mean, gone beyond all hope.
Somehow, I was roped into painting bird-feeders for my child’s school…and I don’t know how to do things by half. Ooph.
Life drawing your wriggley-litrle-monkey ofan infant is IMPOSSIBLE…
I’ve colour-blocked my chosen scheme, now for the tonal addition in coloured pencil and detail work in pen.
It’s coming along nicely; and the piece has a dual nature…this is my last pregnancy (of two) and it’s a cathartic process, allowing me to wave au revoir to my pregnancy days, in a rather whimsical fashion. *big sigh*
The things we do…oh, to be paid doing what we love!
I’m getting there, but it never ends; there’s always just a little bit here or a touch up there. Ooph. Painting theatre sets and the subsequent deadline, can go and eat a big bag of…
So, I’m not finished yet (still sooooo far to go! Ooph!), but, I think one can see, that theatre-set painting, is clearly, not my forte! However, im physically, mentally, emotionally, & psychologically unable to say ‘no’…seriously, it’s a problem; and so, here I am, painting sets. #fml
But, money is money, right?!
All finished; I think I beat my own record for the number of layers in this piece.
I’ve finally finished the piece ‘Automated Prospects’, and well…
I wonder if an artist, any artist, would (could?!) complete any of their artworks…if they didn’t have a patron, or a deadline, or a show?! Now, I’m not talking about finishing the drawing, it’s all the unrecognised minuatae of a piece: tidying up all the edges, ensuring all the lines are crisp/sharp/unsmudged-by-a-wayward-elbow, cleaning up any fingerprints or smudges…and then the tedium really begins, oh lordy! The sealing, varnishing, buffing, framing, wiring for hanging etc. etc. etc. etc. however, all 100% necessary and therefore I can drag my feet up the hill.
It’s finally finished; the final dying embers of creativity, the last moments of birth…technical, chores, methodical, banal details, the little details, polishing up…tidying up edges, etc…I try to convince myself that no one will notice, so I needn’t spend those agonising hours finishing my work, to a level only reached by the chronically OCD…and so I don’t succumb to the muse, I walk away…for all of 5 mins. And yet I believe my lies…every time.